from far and wide
of precious goods,
Like a rash, Fast Food chains spread over our landscapes, while cling film and candy wrappers build their own islands out at sea. 14 billion pounds of carbon dioxide and methane gas are released by food farming factories, poisoning our air and water supplies. Keeping us docile. Carcinogenic chemicals are pumped into foods then labelled as ‘fresh’ or ‘no added colours’ to trick you into digesting death…
The Garden of Eden is one of mankind’s oldest and most enduring legends. It is a captivating tale of deception, wrath, and paradise lost – a tale familiar in cultures and civilizations the world over. But is it only a fable, or was there ever really a Garden of Eden?
Selling a collection of poetry online, at first thought, can seem a rather overwhelming task. We live in an age of TV shows at our fingertips, an internet full of YouTube clips and more information than we could ever want, need or care about. We’re trained to skim read as we search for the answers we seek among the infinite pages of words. Clicking a thumb up or thumb down can be the difference between finding our audience and getting buried – very quickly – beneath the mountain of 1s and 0s. How, exactly, does a poet survive selling poetry on this fickle yet unavoidable battlefield called the internet?
And as I watch it develop its own legs and stumble its way into the world, I cant help but reminisce of the last few years that I have spent feeding it, grooming it, and staying up late watching movies with it.
My main project over the last few years has been a dystopian sci-fi novel called ‘Moppers Anonymous’. The cover and blurb are there for your perusal at the bottom of this blog post, and now here’s the story of its conception, in 3 questions.
Finding time for creative endeavors has always been something that I’ve struggled with. Between work, study, family, friends, partners etc. it can be difficult to find time to get away and sit quietly for an hour or two, or more, and work on whatever it is that requires my attention. Then there’s the issue of guilt. Am I spending too much time trying to get away from people, when I should be spending that time with them, and patiently putting the writing to one side while I wait for the right time?