a storm of words, both broad and intimate


Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, 
Into the living sea of waking dreams, 
Where there is neither sense of life or joys, 
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems; 
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

John Clare


Maelstrom is a collection of essays, articles, journal entries and critiques on art, music, popular culture and turmoils personal and large, drifting in and out like waves of a turbulent sea.



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"Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard." 

Anne Sexton


"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want ... I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations ... And I am horribly limited."

Sylvia Plath


"Thinking sorrow is perfection
I'd wallow 'til you told me
There's no glitter in the gutter
There's no twilight galaxy"



"All of old. Nothing else ever. Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better."

Samuel Beckett


"Why can't I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which one fits me and is most becoming?"

Sylvia Plath


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