Author Archives: The Mollusc Dimension

About The Mollusc Dimension

The Mollusc Dimension, AKA Angelus Squid Marr is an experimental, interdisciplinary artist working in music, image and sound, with a particular interest in themes of identity, lo-fi/craft/recycled materials, audience interaction, queerness, surrealism + education. This is a place for writing + research with links to other projects.

Panic Panics

We kissed. You fell. It was just a navy puddle, swaying on an autumn afternoon. You stepped into my mind. A bell trap of bored ghosts. A kitchen of melting pans. A temple of chaos. Run. Blood rush took you … Continue reading

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Love Songs (To Fear)

Come get in the ring. I’ve made you tea and brought your favourite chair. Talk to me. Tell me all about it. Under the moon, we will dance to the rhythm of the distant flowers of the sea. Your mouth … Continue reading

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Like a cold, deep fog, I wandered into a field of low volume static, bearing the ritual sacrifice of the day. A jumper, sequinned with ice, embroidered with stones, and tired river clay. To my surprise, the ground began to … Continue reading

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We thought we had arrived in Spring, and yet, around the corner a dragon sprang, hurled around our skulls, blew ice to make skins rattle, and fluff in pockets huddle close and quiver……………….. then, silver fingers crawl from the sky, … Continue reading

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Hello Insouciance

Hello Insouciance… If I could capture you How I would float – – My mouth smoothly shape your effortless smile, And I would hold freedom in my hands! The pleasure of sun on skin, A wanton twist of breeze… [reach … Continue reading

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A song in the night

Patience. It’s my only weapon now. You saw a beautiful city and, lacking the courage to even imagine the possibility that that beauty could be a part of you, you sought to destroy it. Now only ghosts remain. We are … Continue reading

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Six Riddles

I “This is not what I wanted. At all. And you didn’t bring me enough of it either.”   II A look, like a gleam of longing in ink pools. An upturned frown with an imaginary spot to hang your … Continue reading

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