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Writing Biography
Lyric: Form: Freedom inform my writing. My poetry and prose experiments with the spatial and sculptural relations of text and space. My work is rooted in the metaphysics of 'harmony + efficiency', the minimal characteristics required to shape: temper: expand: cyclically direct an arc into a circle: sphere: vortex. Embodied perception, for me, is one of visible sacred geometry. Sacred, as the guiding intelligence of harmony+efficiency. Geometry, as the organic beauty of harmonious dimensionanity. The pursuit of a metaphysics of text and form has led me to exploring these themes as text and porcelain at the Royal College of Art, where the demarcation between fiction and non-fiction is transcended and disrupted. My portfolio pieces will be available here later in 2021. My writing is symbiotic to my porcelain practice that tests the threshold of harmony+efficiency in the three-dimensional form, a subject I have discussed with theoretical physicists and neuroscientists during my research. A third component of my practice is experimental meditation that explores the embodiment of harmony and efficiency as 'elevation', a perceptible flowing dynamic force. My life work is dedicated to the experience and interaction with these dynamic metaphysics as sculptural porcelain, creative essays and experimental elevation in meditation.
My writing is published in Bare Fiction, FirstWriter, Route 57, The Mechanic's Institute Review and Prometheus Dreaming. I first read philosophy as an undergraduate (Birkbeck) and as a research Masters (Glasgow) then English & Creative Writing as a Masters (Sheffield). I am trained in Kundalini Meditation and Yoga and practicing astrologer of 35 years. My sculpture and paintings have exhibited in The Mall Gallery (London), Blenheim Gallery (London) and Westminster City Hall.
My writing is published in Bare Fiction, FirstWriter, Route 57, The Mechanic's Institute Review and Prometheus Dreaming. I first read philosophy as an undergraduate (Birkbeck) and as a research Masters (Glasgow) then English & Creative Writing as a Masters (Sheffield). I am trained in Kundalini Meditation and Yoga and practicing astrologer of 35 years. My sculpture and paintings have exhibited in The Mall Gallery (London), Blenheim Gallery (London) and Westminster City Hall.
Chart Poems: Astrology and Poetic Interpretation (2016-2019)
Appearances: Redacted Text Poem (Visual/Spoken/Music) Soundcloud 2020
Primo Atlantis: In the First Place (2018) Soundcloud: Spoken Word, Music
A Poem about Atlantis and the future of Humanity (Click Image to Listen in Soundcloud)
Collaboration: Margot Wilson, Kalvin Page, Marcus Herne (Spoken Word and Music)
Listening to my words performed by others helps me shape the sound, expand the space while centering the intent of the expression at the heart of projection. I am currently experimenting with mouthpieces and redacted text.
Pollutions: Two Poems about Contamination of Plastic and The Pill
Reincarnation #2: Redaction
Margot Wilson: From the 'Inside Parmenides Collection' (2017)
First Fragment [Extract]
(Translation: McKirahan, Richard D., Philosophy before Socrates, (Indianapolis: Hackett Publishing Company, Inc., 1994)
Italics: Parmenides Text.
The mares which carry me as far as my spirit ever aspired were escorting me,
when they brought me and proceeded along the renowned road
pummelled to anonymity his spirit is a purple heart bled beige blue, distilled and poached
coagulations like 3D printed cathedrals waiting for St Martin of Tours
of the goddess, which brings a knowing mortal to all cities one by one.
closed to two forces moving in the same direction, the deeds
of servants calcify; tread there by hallowed hooves through
ancient winds and tempered memories
On this path I was being brought, on it wise mares were bringing me
like underlings and night bats to the heels of dragon wheels, hollowed
eternal beams pierced by temporal spokes
straining the chariot maidens were guiding the way
blind companions enacting horseplay for the pleasure of
fire and envy and cool reptilian love
The axle in the centre of the wheel was shrilling
forth the bright sound of a musical pipe.
land locked sirens sending a prayer, calling up the seahorses
of Atlantis to prepare for war
High in the sky they are filled by huge doors
of which avenging Justice holds the keys that fit them.1
heaven’s memoirs etched in the whorls of palms and dents of fingernails, marking
time in folds of seaweed and lion’s entrails
High in the sky they are filled by huge doors
of which avenging Justice holds the keys that fit them.2
inside the grotto of a spider’s mind a fly drowns itself, cocooned
by the illuminations of death and sex with a thunder cloud
The maidens beguiled her with soft words and knowingly
persuaded her to push back quickly from the gates the bolted bar.
to puncture like Mars without account and spread six legs
like lashes of the eyes, feather extensions beating a path to Ovum
And a gaping chasm of the doors was produced by the gates' opening
which had set revolving in the sockets one after the other the brazen axes
fitted with bolts and pins.
eyes falling from the sky pinning judgement and
devout cherry pigment from the times of yore
Straight through them the maidens held the chariot and
horses on the broad road.
coordinates transferred by the cochleae of infants and frogs
of horses hooves, symmetrical in every way bar truth
(Translation: McKirahan, Richard D., Philosophy before Socrates, (Indianapolis: Hackett Publishing Company, Inc., 1994)
Italics: Parmenides Text.
The mares which carry me as far as my spirit ever aspired were escorting me,
when they brought me and proceeded along the renowned road
pummelled to anonymity his spirit is a purple heart bled beige blue, distilled and poached
coagulations like 3D printed cathedrals waiting for St Martin of Tours
of the goddess, which brings a knowing mortal to all cities one by one.
closed to two forces moving in the same direction, the deeds
of servants calcify; tread there by hallowed hooves through
ancient winds and tempered memories
On this path I was being brought, on it wise mares were bringing me
like underlings and night bats to the heels of dragon wheels, hollowed
eternal beams pierced by temporal spokes
straining the chariot maidens were guiding the way
blind companions enacting horseplay for the pleasure of
fire and envy and cool reptilian love
The axle in the centre of the wheel was shrilling
forth the bright sound of a musical pipe.
land locked sirens sending a prayer, calling up the seahorses
of Atlantis to prepare for war
High in the sky they are filled by huge doors
of which avenging Justice holds the keys that fit them.1
heaven’s memoirs etched in the whorls of palms and dents of fingernails, marking
time in folds of seaweed and lion’s entrails
High in the sky they are filled by huge doors
of which avenging Justice holds the keys that fit them.2
inside the grotto of a spider’s mind a fly drowns itself, cocooned
by the illuminations of death and sex with a thunder cloud
The maidens beguiled her with soft words and knowingly
persuaded her to push back quickly from the gates the bolted bar.
to puncture like Mars without account and spread six legs
like lashes of the eyes, feather extensions beating a path to Ovum
And a gaping chasm of the doors was produced by the gates' opening
which had set revolving in the sockets one after the other the brazen axes
fitted with bolts and pins.
eyes falling from the sky pinning judgement and
devout cherry pigment from the times of yore
Straight through them the maidens held the chariot and
horses on the broad road.
coordinates transferred by the cochleae of infants and frogs
of horses hooves, symmetrical in every way bar truth