Author Archives: The Mollusc Dimension

About The Mollusc Dimension

"Like existence, art, expression and even the urge to explore are in a state of flux, revelation and memory. Each encounter through the doorway, into the state of creativity is a catalyst for action, emotional and spiritual as well as physical and intellectual. As Krishnamurti says, there is no state of happiness but the state of the creative moment." If you have enjoyed The Mollusc Dimension's work, please follow/like/check out his other pages where you can find music and images. This is currently the "Writing Dept" (eg “just words” — well mainly!) for The Mollusc Dimension, AKA Angelus Squid Marr, a British East-Asian experimental, interdisciplinary artist working in music, image and sound. He has a particular interest in themes of identity, queerness, intersectional feminism, surrealism + education and using lo-fi/ everyday materials (words/experiences/equipment) in addition to technology.

Some songs escaping

Yawning and singing. Swish of tiered long bright blue water skirt. Sharply drawn face with seeing ink eyes. Black hoody teeming with white stars. Hands fly to the face and a quietened coaxing, murmur shuffle of minute dawn birds – … Continue reading

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Support

Waking, I notice A space by my face, I know today you’ll Visit your friend Who struggles to live, Far, across cement, crowds, Sweat and wires, you’ll Tread to sit in a Room of smoke and magnolia. Watching, waiting. We … Continue reading

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A Flying Cinema

A little bit of me dies ⬇️every time I have an airport search. Luckily, my ghost 👻 later basks in geeking out, watched 20 + trailers to pick the best films (for me at least!) to float in for the … Continue reading

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Silver

Magpies Magpies In my room, Tried to steal My jar of tears.. Too heavy They left. —– Magpies Magpies In my room, Tried to steal My jar of sweat.. Too light They left. —– Magpies Magpies In my room, Tried … Continue reading

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Sweet, Salt, Storied (portrait of a tree)

Some years ago, I noticed your branches.. sweet, salt, storied.. on a road to the sea, we drifted unbound (your leaves spoke with the breeze).. over the miles, seeds shared, sky sprinkled with ice cream and coffee revelations.. in months … Continue reading

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Snake in a tree

I saw a snake in a tree, pretending to be a bird. Lightning struck but the bird flew. I heard a cave in the armpit of a giant. Singing with sweat, while poison dust flew. I tasted the shadow of … Continue reading

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I’m sorry, son

I’m sorry, son, For the pain I caused you both. That day I heard Siren moonlight in the woods, Later, knee-deep In tantalising quicksand, I even wished To add you to our new life. One night I crawled Back, weary … Continue reading

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