If you are writer, as you are writing, how do you look? Whenever I am reading Tennyson or Masefield or Hughes, I often wonder what they looked like as they were writing. Transported by the imagery in the poems, but at the same time wondering about the quiet domestic settings in which they were written.


This is a video of me writing in my head, stigmata on the bridge of my nose, trying to find a rhyme for "gout". The poem being written is a very tumultuous one, and yet how quiet everything looks on the outside.