There is no easy time to do this; it is always too cold. You are a wrecked expanse, spread thin, limbs out and covering every bed-sheet stain, fabric bundled in the bend of each finger, face bundled in the wring of each kiss. I dive then, low and mask-less to knock a wearied fist against…
On The Fabric of the Human Body
I hear it whispered over cadavers, Declared in lecture halls: Our bodies are architecture, Our lives but short-lived squalls. Our genes mere family heirlooms, Or chromosomal spelling errors. Your skin, so tender and sweet, Mere defence against infectious terrors. Your almond eyes – as still as morning mist – Just photon chaos tamed by a…
When we reflect
When we reflect I see you but I can’t see me in you. I see those things that others see as me Height colour eyes face All those things I can’t replace But that still Aren’t Me. And then I bully them. I prod poke push Beat bind brush Until some semblance of you is…
Problematic art
Judy Chicago’s ‘The Dinner Party’ is an homage to historical women. The piece endured a congressional hearing about whether it should be displayed in galleries due to its overt vaginal imagery. The most interesting part was that the debate was comprised entirely of men. ‘The Dinner Party’ is an unapologetic installation, and its scrutiny was…
‘I’m tired of countless sexist comments’
The other day I was having an internal dispute that I often have: how to be a palatable feminist. In other words, how do I engage actively with feminism, always questioning people’s internalised misogyny whilst not being portrayed as an irritating ‘man-hater’? I used to be one of those girls that didn’t want to cause much…
A visit to Body Worlds
Body Worlds is a unique, and now permanent, exhibition located in Piccadilly Circus, London. Brainchild of Dr Gunther von Hagens, the exhibition uses real plastinated bodies to teach the public about what makes us human – from conception to death, and all that happens in between. On entering the exhibition, visitors are given a headset…
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