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.

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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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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