https://youtu.be/808nTiXLam8 I’m still in this place. Sometimes it seems I never leave. * Gallery, 2014 Imagine, if you will a gallery piece installed, a row of plants at… Read more "Grey"
Author: Kate Gough
Einstein on Beauty
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. ~ Albert Einstein 1879-1955
The Ever-Processing Machine
I can’t find my incense. I don’t want to write. I desperately want nothing more than to write. For ever. So then, perhaps I’m just a stymied…… Read more “The Ever-Processing Machine”
A New Sun Rises
Today a new sun rises for me;everything lives, everything is animated,everything seems to speak to me of my passion,everything invites me to cherish it. — Anne De…… Read more “A New Sun Rises”
artless
Oh! to make art, scintellant polished, lustrous a:blaze. Nothing could satisfy more, could matter more deeply than the warmth of those flames, the flight of those…… Read more “artless”
‘If the Furies Should Take…’
‘It is widely rumored, and also true, that I wrote my first novel in a closet. Before I get all rapturous and carried away here, I had…… Read more “‘If the Furies Should Take…’”
ruins v dawn
c. Kate Gough
The Danger of a Single Story
This is fanTAStic! Filmed July 2009 at TEDGlobal 2009 Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: The danger of a single story
Red
c. Kate Gough, 2005
Muse
you could be heckler harpy or feind; i may lie derelict here but i draw the open sea to me. ~ Kate Gough, March 2015
Roethke, from ‘The Middle of a Roaring World’
To Possess or to be possessed by one’s identity?*The self, the anti-self in dire embrace.*Instead of embracing God, he hugs himself.~ Theodore Roethke, The Middle of a…… Read more “Roethke, from ‘The Middle of a Roaring World’”
Thoreau on the (Hu)man
"See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all day he fears, not being immortal or divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of… Read more "Thoreau on the (Hu)man"
Hiccup
I treat my stories like a bad case of the hiccups, swallowing, swallowing, holding my breath ( ) swallowing, changing position, swallowing… Perhaps this is why I…… Read more “Hiccup”
Bread Crumbs
Wrinkles sagging with weariness, Gretel June seated her crooked torso on the last clear surface in the house: a padded footstool. The world swam in complete and terrifying circles around her, and closing her eyes only made it worse. She felt a lump in her throat that had nothing whatsoever to do with her heart, and much more to do with her stomach. Everything swirled so fast!
Ancient, knotted hands cupped a steaming mug of hot liquid, which she blew on periodically, but never sipped…
Truest Confidant
“I never feel that I have comprehended an emotion, or fully lived even the smallest events, until I have reflected upon it in my journal; my pen… Read more "Truest Confidant"
note
i am the accidental occidental afterthought opening unexpected tw!sts; a slight quirk of hand speAks Volumes for ever ~ Kate Gough
‘soul not found’
so much laughter…
