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.

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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Put your heart on the line

Put your heart on the line. That’s where it belongs. Washed at X o’clock and up to dry. Fret not, the birds are busy singing. Does it drip or flow – red, black, gold? A swim of goggled lost purposes! … Continue reading

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A Tear Fell From my Heart (Idea for a film)

A tear fell from my heart. It was then a puddle on the street, which became an expanse of ocean. I looked up at my toe, Because I was stuck on the ceiling, My wings remained cemented to the ground. … Continue reading

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Happened, a silver lining

Thought it was the end, gave away my books, threw out my artwork (again). Well then, a miracle, the first of many. One small shiver of light.. a drop of sound grows.. in the shadow of broken time. You had … Continue reading

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The enormity of the futility is a quicksand erasing every echo of worthwhileness. Sometimes, falling through to the crossfire of another storm.. We spiral in patterns. We live in traps. Hello, my error! How wide is oblivion, stalely invisible a … Continue reading

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Panic Panics

A “fake love poem” by which I mean using a rhetoric of passion/ infatuation to write about mental health. This is written from the perspective of panic personified “as a lover”. —————————- We kissed. You fell. It was just a … 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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