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These Days With the end of the world comes many realisations - what you can fit in your mouth, you can fit in your hand there is a difference between a fist and a heart they are the same size but when you punch through a chest you kill something when you can feel your heartbeat in your feet you have felt something whether it is true or not you were there when it happened you survived you threw yourself at the wall for days and you survived you circled the empty cage like a starving tiger and you survived you were lobotimised and torn open for scrap and you survived it's interesting how much the body wants to live on days like these when the sirens wail out for the end and you come to terms with what you have been left with I hope you have come to a similar realisation - these days your skull is the best home to have

There is a chance you were unaware that October was Black History Month in the UK, because so I was. I came up with this challenge after realising this was the case - to watch at least 20 films made by and/or starring black people. I am a bit ashamed that I had to call this a challenge at all. Surely, my watching patterns would include black centered narratives already?  When I could only come up with a couple of names of films to be part of this challenge by myself and had to consult various lists online, I knew this wasn't the case. The goal of this was not to appear like a good ally but rather just to enjoy cinema that I had maybe missed out on. If I came to understand some things I had been unaware of before, then I thought that would be an added bonus. I am happy to say that exceeded my goal of 20 films, something which I was able to document on Twitter and Letterboxd. I will link to the tweet thread and the full list with all of my in-the-moment reviews.  Here, I have ...

I created this blog as a portfolio. That was the original goal. To have a place for my writing that wasn't just essays for uni. To write movie reviews and do blog challenges. I've done this in many iterations, making essentially the same blog over and over again. I made my first blog on Blogger, I want to say, around 2013, after reading about blogging in Shout magazine. I can't actually remember what it was called or what I put there because I deleted it out of embarrassment for my teenage writing which is a shame because it would have been nice to reflect on my previous work). From there, I posted poetry on YouTube, after being inspired by the online slam poetry community. I have since privated those videos because I think I have created things of much better quality since then. I write on Twitter and Tumblr from time to time, a form of micro-blogging that I have a love/hate relationship with.  My point here isn't to show my plight as a writer but show the various ways...

  Poor Little Rich Girl (after Edie Sedgwick) Poor little rich girl a muse of flesh               and miniskirt quaking youth                rising sun girl born to white heat          all naked heart of gold                   scratching the  back of her throat           looking for pennies Poor little rich girl an extra                          small cameo lying in bed                    at sundown applying lipstick            grey it keeps smudging          reapply it’s ersatz silver              this time Poor little rich girl like a rolling stone         like death both abandoned ...