Monday, 26 September 2016
I'm reading Iris Murdoch's A Word Child. A dark, tangled psychological tale of love, infatuation and betrayal. Beautifully written and timeless with its tragic tropes and analysis of the misery of love. It can't end well.
My writing self in the Many a Moon series, created a very happy ending for Marielle and Peter in the first book of the series which features as the Romantic Sunday read on Christine Young's Goodreads website:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1087334.Christine_Young/blog this week. May by Alicia Stone.
Take a look and pick a book.
What are you reading at the moment?
Posted by Alicia Stone at 08:36
Sunday, 18 September 2016
It's All in the Clouds
A moody photograph. Caught at a junction waiting for the lights to change - as a passenger, I add hastily. No mobile phones while driving.
A portent perhaps. Taken a month before the referendum on UK's membership of the EU. The United Kingdom and Ireland above the tree line, with the land mass of continental Europe to the east.
The mood is brooding, the sun casting no light. The traffic lights are on red in warning. Animal eyes watching and waiting - there is danger here.
In the aftermath of Brexit emotions and feelings of pain and shame in equal measure. Letting down our neighbours in Europe, turning away from peace and prosperity, inward looking...
Looking for a green light.
Posted by Alicia Stone at 07:09
Saturday, 10 September 2016
Underneath Clevedon PierA porthole looking at the engineering of a seaside pier - from the underside. Not the usual perspective.
Couple that with a sailing ship add some imagination and feel the pull of the sea.
Where would you like to go?
Posted by Alicia Stone at 08:10
Friday, 2 September 2016
Under the surface
A service road in Northampton in 2016. Just under the surface cobbles, well laid, durable and with a history that goes back to the Romans.
The first cobble stones were found in rivers and streams already rounded by nature, selected for their form, set into sand or mortar. A permanent surface for feet, hooves and wheels creating a stage for our dramas of travel and necessity.
Market day, a festival, visiting relatives, moving house, attending a funeral, looking for work, courting, begging... stories in the stones hidden under our feet.
Posted by Alicia Stone at 03:27