May 12, 2012
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March 11, 2012
On the 4th Bus Home (Poem)
This is a poem I wrote a few years ago when I was particularly tired after a long day’s commute.
On the 4th bus home,
I’ve rethought my life’s philosophies for the billionth time;
I’ve gone through the same people’s who’s hot and who’s not;
I’ve explained away life’s mysteries more times than I’ve
Breath.
February 20, 2012
A Mask on the Night (Poem)
This poem was inspired by a portrait of Sarah Siddons, an 18th Century English actress, by Sir William Beechey.
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Ram Gopal (Poem)
This sestina was composed by myself and four others. It is based on the portrait of Ram Gopal by Feliks Topolski, pictured below.
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February 15, 2012
The Duke of Norfolk (Poem)
This poem was the result of a three-day course at the National Portrait Gallery under the tuition of Ross Sutherland. It is the imagined life of what was originally thought to have been a portrait of the Duke of Norfolk.
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January 8, 2012
January 7, 2012
Simplicity/Lover’s Divide (Poem)
This poem I have already once posted, but had to delete due to regulations of the Christopher Tower Poetry Competition. Hope you like it.
There is a great darkness inside him - a parasitic void, deepening and devouring everything. He has suffered a great loss which clings to him like tar. Do not preempt him. Do not cross him. Only shadows lay down those paths. Hardened, malevolent shadows.
December 10, 2011
Why stylisation is awesome.
All art inherently creates a reality. Where, when, who exists in or what that reality is like varies, but for me, all art creates a reality of its own. The appeal of stylisation for me lies in the nature of this secondary reality. The constructed reality is imperfect. It is impossible to create another perfect reality. It is only perfect in our imagination, whether in the imagination of the creator or in the understanding imagination of the reader. The power of stylisation lies in how it can impose a third reality on the second, making the second more real.
Take a simple argument, for example. In “real life” it is realistic, understandable, relatable. If the argument is created by an artist it contains the artist’s influence in it; it is tainted in the attempt to immortalise this event. Stylise it - add in a duel or a song, choreograph a stand-off - whatever - and not only does this stylistic reality emphasise certain points of the second reality, aiding the understanding of the imagination, but by contrast it makes the more “realistic” moments more real. Films such as Sucker Punch or Scott Pilgrim vs. The World had a particularly profound effect on me for this very reason. They tackled (or in some cases, aimed to not tackle) the question of how real a stylised reality is. Whether it is in comparing dancing to epic fight scenes or competing with ex-boyfriends being compared to comic fight sequences, our suppression of disbelief transports us somewhere beyond the second reality into a much richer and meaningful realm.
Why do I mention this? Because, as I’ve mentioned, I find stylisation especially powerful. I have constantly wanted to experiment with super-imposing a third reality onto a fictional second - a reality where the desires of each character is realised and, in a way, each one is an artist of their own. In “The Pines” which I have tried to write for the last two years and failed, there are two “consciences” for each main character. For every main interaction between characters, for every heated display of character, the consciences take over, bellowing out the words the character truly wants to say, or carrying out the actions they truly want to. If executed badly, these consciences can turn into farcical, obvious interpretations of the characters, but if understood and carried out well, the consciences can add a whole new layer of beauty and meaning to the play.
These could be the ramblings of a madman, but they are just my thoughts. I find it easier to understand my thoughts by writing or speaking about them, so in a way this is an attempt to understand my obsession with stylisation.
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November 30, 2011
Roseheart (Poem)
This afternoon, I received an email describing how I was rejected from the University of Oxford. This is my third rejection from something very dear to me this year, and as such consider myself a nigh-expert on it, inevitably bound to learn more.
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October 29, 2011
Roads, like golden threads, stretch across the world in a web of lights.
October 25, 2011
Cry, cry for the ages. Cry for the laughter, for the hope of the requited, for the smiles and crazes. Let the love seep through every single pore, and feel it drown out the emptiness of the abdomen.
Leo Mylonadis
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September 26, 2011
To an Agent. (Poem)
Born of the emotional spark,
reproved for its birth,
my innocence was erased at the yelling,
the disgust and the outrage.
Without necessity to paint this sordid canvas,
I do not yet intend to shock for the sake of shock.
Never: words are to form shapes in the mind –
to enlighten the imagination in the florid ways of the mind.
Only the sensation of illumination
is the background to the toyshop of our
thoughts.
Modest – no, but with intent:
Intent on showing man his hues,
On holding up the looking-glass to the
embers of his iris,
I embark on this exploration.
Man may smile and smile
but he is not an investigative animal.
I want to show the ashes and smoke
of the life-blood fires,
the squalor and sordidness that appear on the exterior.
But the artist’s work lies in the colouring:
in the flicker of the nebula that creates all.
Flesh out the darkness;
Tinge the blackness with roses;
Shade the shadows with secrecy.
Agents of the light of the mind,
agents of the naïveté of the soul,
look beyond the smokescreen,
and enjoy the beauty of the impulse.
September 24, 2011
Change the Past (Poem)
“What’s done is done,”
but I want to change the past.
Pray, hope, cry,
O imperfect one.
“You cannot do anything for it now,”
but no! I am the difference.
I am the one who doesn’t obey these laws.
I am not childish, arrogant nor stubborn,
the world just revolves around me.
I try my best: bleeding out into the grey void.
Go out, soul, be free!
Do what you can to save me.
It seems the rupture enlightened me.
That line, that bond:
that faith is my spell.
I trust in you, great beautiful one,
and I know I have found my home.
You will help me reach my end in life.
Thank God for you, my God.
