I have a memory—which is, after all, only imagination labelled real—of being less than six weeks old. It came to me many years ago in the cradling that is approaching sleep, when we let go the reins of the world and sink into the hidden spaces. Awareness is a soft haze of colours. The darker …
Tag Archives: language
The Style Police
In writing you can do anything you damn well please. The rule in my book, is to understand the rules, stick to them in general and then when you break them, do it with purpose and aplomb.
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 …
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