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.

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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Broken Record (love on repeat)

You named me again,* as with my mum, my health flickered; light a new name and a child will flourish. Like the shadow of a dreaming carp,* I float to the kitchen; it’s breakfast in Hong Kong. eight hours to … Continue reading

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With Trump’s “invasion” of Britain, I am moved to more deliberately enact resistance by being me and being alive. Specifically, endeavouring to be more open (saying what I think, eg with tact if necessary!), honest, communicative, organised, and be an … Continue reading

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