Big Long Open Gash
Blog URL www.papercastlepress.com/blog
Located New York, New York USA
Tags Big Long Open Gash, Paper Castle, Paper Castle Press, Sophie Ward, Writing, Open Gash
A slice from the imaginations of Paper Castle writers. Where I (Sophie Ward) lay it all on the line. Prose practice, our longings, desires, collective injustices. It is a big long open gash (blog) into the veins of our collective imagination.
Latest Blog Posts
- SPRING FROM THE WINTER SOUL on Nov 25, 2009 in My Blood alienation HEAR loneliness music to make writing to Pink Floyd the keys to the universe
“Life” [Roger Waters says] “is not a rehearsal. As far as we know, you only get one shot, and you’ve got to make choices based on whatever moral, philosophical, or political position you may adopt… You make choices durin...
- NOBLE SACRIFICE on Nov 19, 2009 in My Blood death Nobel Prize the writing life why I have always been sad wuthering heights
It may be hard, but this is all I have committed to do within the realm of writing, ever since I began examining the quality of life itself. Such an intimate history of humanity arrives at my doorstep, crawls into my lap. Painful pleasure, raptures a...
- HEAVY REACHING: 1864 on Nov 18, 2009 in My Blood poetry
(Alas, would you then again) Alas, would you then again encircle me, curbing fetters? Up and away in the air! Pour out the soul’s longing, pour it out in impassioned songs, absorbing ethereal fragrance! Struggle on in the teeth of the wind, tha...
- IN THE COLD DARK LAND OF THE ANCESTORS on Nov 17, 2009 in My Blood Humanity loneliness nomads waiting Zeldin
My dears. I am guilty of paranoia, of skipping class: for if the Gash, which I love so tenderly, is a class I am enrolled in, well I took some time off and became very lonely. I’ve been at the tops of the trees as they twirl in this cold Englis...
- TWO HENRY’S WISE on Nov 9, 2009 in My Blood Henry Miller leadership and poetry
These quotes are in dedication to the questing spirit of my young brother, Henry, who gave me the small leather journal in which I scribe, day and day again. He gives me courage (literally, he hands it to me) to go on. “Yet now and then, even...
- BREAD AND HONEY AND MILK UPON IT on Nov 9, 2009 in My Blood poetry
Dreams come fast and thick when you’re alone, in the dark quiet, pensive and wondering “where’s home?” There are certain things, like hot milk and bread which taste better to the flame of stomach, than other things Dreams tha...
- MANHATTAN on Nov 3, 2009 in My Blood New York New York Stories
“There are no borders up here, only metaphysical ones remain.” (from my soon-to-be-released book, The Beginning of an Inexplicable Journey. It has been in captivity for much too long.) Now come the life changes, the cracking giant shift...
