by Orna Ross | Apr 12, 2009 | Uncategorized |
It is one of the pardoxes of art that structure, form and convention liberate the artist – Stephen Fry (@stephenfry). Yes, yes, I know that those of us who care about the English language are supposed to be outraged by technology-induced social-speak, supposedly...
by Orna Ross | Apr 8, 2009 | Uncategorized |
by Pamela Travers – author, Mary Poppins. (“There are no answers, only questions.”) The Unknown — our beautiful Anglo-Saxon word, intimate, reverberant, profound, not so much to be understood as stood under while it rains upon us — that...
by Orna Ross | Mar 13, 2009 | Uncategorized |
Is inspiration divinely inspired? A brain blip? The byproduct or cause of mental disorder? A source of strength? Does it come from within (the unconscious, the right brain) or without (God, a muse, your daimon)? I have my own ideas which I'm currently writing about...
by Orna Ross | Mar 1, 2009 | Uncategorized |
I learned this morning, while reading the preface to Ayn Rand's Anthem, that its original title wasThe Ego. Apparently Rand always took a working title that was blunt and explicit, one which, for her own clarity, named the central issue of the book. I like this...
by Orna Ross | Feb 27, 2009 | Uncategorized |
I've come here for healing. I always have even when I was better than I am now. Here I am twice-times ill: the cancer they cut out, the treatment they say will be my cure. Nausea fatigue, and breathlessness — numbness in my fingers and my feet and beyond, or...
by Orna Ross | Feb 3, 2009 | Uncategorized |
Rising, curling, foam unfurling, waves of cold Salema sea, Next one coming, meet it running, plunge into the safe beneath. Behind crashing, hard sand-smashing that could knock me to my knees, Here you hold me – Look! I’m floating! – blood-beat drumming...