What English Degrees Do To Me, Part One:

Lesson one: English degrees are highly dangerous things, because, at least in my experience, I find it impossible to switch off and enjoy art for its own sake. Everything demands analysis. The only way to keep 'switching off' is to literally do so, by falling asleep (shout out to Baz Lurhmann's Gatsby adaptation, you succeeded where … Continue reading What English Degrees Do To Me, Part One:

People We Should Really Love More: George Monbiot

No, it's not Bruce Springsteen.   Any of you lot heard of George Monbiot? Well, you should. I discovered him a few weeks ago, introduced, funnily enough by my poetry tutor, who sent us the opening chapter of his book 'Feral' for a reason I've now forgotten. It might have been in relation to a … Continue reading People We Should Really Love More: George Monbiot

Toubkal

I'm not giving you any context, because that makes it more ambiguous and enigmatic, and my poetry tutor absolutely loves that (learning so much already). I thought of sunlight splintered with the cold, Stiff pea-coat collars braced against the breeze, Seeing her nameless grimace ‘cross the chill, And I could only call her beautiful. It does … Continue reading Toubkal

Femininity in ‘Frankenstein’

Mary Shelley’s presentation of women in ‘Frankenstein’ is one of the novel’s great paradoxes, in that they are held in almost reverential regard, yet still remain crudely objectified and viewed as possessions. This idea is first made clearly evident in Victor’s first description of his “cousin” Elizabeth, “a child fairer than pictured cherub”, giving Victor’s … Continue reading Femininity in ‘Frankenstein’