‘Come thou, love, my own, my only, Through the battlements of Groan; Lingering becomes so lonely When one lingers on one’s own.’ – ‘Linger now with me, thou Beauty’, from Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake On Thursday the University of Wolverhampton hosted a lecture by Sebastian Peake, son of the poet, author and artist, Mervyn [...]
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Fight the Sky is a collection of fifteen surreal short stories. You can read a preview and purchase from the publisher, or visit Amazon, Lulu, WHSmith and Waterstone's.
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All posts tagged Literature
I am the wilderness lost in man
Posted by Sinéad on February 5, 2012
http://www.paintinglies.com/2012/02/i-am-the-wilderness-lost-in-man/
Only one eating sour mango at Molineux
This week I’m enjoying having a fat rabbit on my lap as I watch Senor Nadal battle past a few choice opponents at this year’s Australian Open. Nothing like having something big, black and monstrously fluffy to cuddle in the morning. Don’t read too far into that. I’m tired this week. Dutch-tired, as in close [...]
Posted by Sinéad on January 19, 2012
http://www.paintinglies.com/2012/01/only-one-eating-sour-mango-at-molineux/
Books read in 2011
A new year is here! Three hundred and sixty-five beautiful days in which I can escape to other realms entirely. I might be missing the point of all this. I don’t have any reading resolutions this year, because let’s be honest, I probably won’t read widely and I definitely won’t step away from the sci-fi [...]
Posted by Sinéad on January 1, 2012
http://www.paintinglies.com/2012/01/books-read-in-2011/
Burnt sugar
Here are a few overused and meaningless words I despise: ~*Fabulous*~ Festive Fresh Free Fierce Why do they all begin with F? It makes my blood boil that anything remotely feminine deemed worthy for advertisement is either fabulous or glamorous or drowning in sequins. Festive is so liberally applied to anything within five metres of a [...]
Posted by Sinéad on December 26, 2011
http://www.paintinglies.com/2011/12/burnt-sugar/
I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight. I hereby bring to an end the brief but painful episode in my life known as TOOTHSAGA. The damn thing’s out. The experience, on the whole, was ghastly. Needless to say I shouldn’t have gone into work, but money is an unfortunate necessity, so I did. I’m [...]
Posted by Sinéad on December 15, 2011
http://www.paintinglies.com/2011/12/i-have-drunken-deep-of-joy/
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