Before I launch into another topic, I’d just like to thank everyone for your incredible response to my last post. I always get super excited when people share my stuff and give me feedback (by all means do more of that 😉 ) and talking about mental health is ridiculously important, so thanks for helping me spread the word and being generally lovely about it. If you want to support more work on mental health at Oxford, I was sent a link to this project, which looks really cool. And now for something completely (well, slightly) different…
Despite the slightly Halloweenish title, this post is not about ghosts. Instead, it’s an impromptu collection of musings about the gaps in between proper activities, otherwise known as Dead Time. A quick Google offers this definition:
Time in which someone or something is inactive or unable to act productively
The most frequent source of enforced inaction is probably travelling, closely followed by queuing. Having done a lot of the former over the last few months, I’ve been coming to the conclusion that, frustrating as it can be, this kind of dead time isn’t always wasted. Continue reading
At the moment, the election is the only thing in my life more important than finals* – or at least the only important thing that I feel immediately (if very partially) responsible for, and as such it’s been distracting me from revision to an alarming degree. Along with many others, I’m trying to move on from my impotent fury at the fact that the election results didn’t directly reflect my lefty-liberal-student news feed on facebook, so naturally I spent much longer than I should have done writing a poem about it. Oxford is, as you might expect, pretty hellish at the moment, but at least the end is near and revision is happening slowly but surely. Adoring and encouraging letters, emails or carrier pigeons all appreciated 😉
*I am fully aware that there are a great deal of things going on in the world that are vastly more important than the swathes of blue covering Britain, and whether I get out of here with a degree or not, but the scope of this blog is restricted.
An open letter to the party leaders
As we turn the page
on this fateful post-election day,
I’ve got a few things I wanted to say…
I hear you went to Oxford, that’s my uni too;
and though I only speak for me, I’ll guess
that most of us are unimpressed,
we’re less than proud of you. Continue reading
I went to Strasbourg for 3 days to visit my young friend Tom (https://tomfproctor.wordpress.com/) and practice my French. I don’t really have time to write a proper post, but here are numerous photos-with-commentary and a few poems for NaPoWriMo (national poetry writing month). It’s supposed to be a poem a day which means that so far, naturally, I’ve managed about seven, most of which are pretty short and hasty – here’s an extreme example from day 3:
I forgot to write a poem,
I forgot to make it rhyme,
so instead I’ve written nothing:
what a shocking waste of time.
There might be a second installment around the end of May – keep your eyes and ears peeled. Continue reading
The next proper post is in the works, but as I’ve so far failed to clamber over a pretty spectacular writers’ block, here’s a less typical offering to get you through the traumatic interim. As I’m approaching the end of my stay, most of my commitments have ceased, causing me to sink into a mire of ennui, something that has apparently not been helped by my propensity to sleep for over 12 hours a night when left to my own devices. I have, however, been keeping up my NaPoWriMo almost-daily poems, so (as yesterday was the last day) I thought I’d put a few more of those up on here to prove that I haven’t been completely idle.