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.

Eights (8)

My waking dreams me. Who is this ghost running for paper in a room full of paper, we’re part of the place where everything falls, it’s a room where torn walls walk, it’s a part of the song which everyone … Continue reading

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If the person you love is 70% water, it can be hard to hear them in all the rain. Take off your coat and step into the falling rain – nothing is so hard as it may seem – one … Continue reading

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Eights (7)

Listen to yourself, they said you’re shouting again, I paused and found myself wedged be tween a dead vowel and an ex hausting page-fold – – yet just a few smiles away, snow hums – branches nudge clouds.. (whose moon … Continue reading

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My bf studies creative writing his room is full of books and idk what’s in them – I spend my day fighting sleep too. Where’s your future today? Oh it’s sleeping again.. (hands up if you know what I mean..) … Continue reading

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Eights (5)

Winter’s at my window but night water’s watching me this silence frightens us – well, let’s turn up the volume, return stare, sound transforms the water eventually strange speaks loud again blood&beats blood blood Blood JUMPS hello hello hello Hello … Continue reading

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When the person you love is 70% water, it’s wise to go swimming – dip a lot, a little in their splashing freezing hot warm mind, take off your stay-dry stay put bag and spin around a while

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It’s hard to hear me in all this rain All this rain it just falls on my face around my skin, through my hair, in my brain – who else is there? Some Thoughts are born water

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