These are the things that have proved more valuable than my friendship – a washing machine and a television. These are the things that are more important than my wellbeing – what other nameless faces will say These are the things that are more valuable than the lives of countless men, women and children in …
Author Archives: Salatheel
Words, the conduit of life
I was first awakened to language at the end of a game of Scrabble that I had gatecrashed. The actor, whose name now escapes me, but whose beautiful face, rests in partial lines in my memory, quoted a line from Hamlet, “and dawn her russet mantle spread”. I was 19, at drama school doing stage …
Listening to Jackson Brown 2015
The past is alive with music and music is alive with the past. The taste of a whole way of living: the smell, the touch, the greasy feel of the seventies. Sliding through the cloying, rich smell of resin, hanging like incense in a room filled with reclining bodies and pots of tea. Speakers the …
Hidden memories
Hidden memories push against their wallsTime imprisonedThey reach out across my lifeTouch me with tentacles of forgotten sensationsHeave as swell against the sea wallThreatening to break up and overTo swamp me in the real-time of their existenceMorning dawns and they have ebbedLeaving an impression that once I knew more
The silence of reality
The core of me is silence. A profound stillness that is thick and filling, which rises up to my mouth and spills out in feelings and words. If I sink into it, I lose the edges of myself and release outwards, gently held in an infinite womb of potential. That silence is reality, it moves …
Where there’s muck there’s honesty
I saw the film Made in Dagenham – set in 1968 and about the dispute which led to the equal pay act in Britain. It is not the attitudes which take me back – it is the griminess that evokes the era for me. Brick walls, crumbling concrete and a feeling of decay – old …
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