Will
where there’s a will, there’s a waltz
about me
everything you could possibly need to know about me:
i’m studying shakespeare studies at kcl
i own 40 cacti, including one famous enough to start a twitter trend in 2019 (#bitspikythat)
the police described me as 5’7 and japanese. i am neither.
writings
a collection of various writings — news of protests i participated in, articles i had the pleasure of being interviewed for, cool stuff my friends crafted — and just maybe, some of the stuff i’ve written now and then :)
reading
well, i did pick english for a reason. these are my favourite pieces of literature, strongly recommend all of them (if you read them i will marry you /j)
Poetry
The Canterbury Tales - Chaucer
Piers Plowman - Langland
Pearl - Unknown (‘Gawain-poet’)
Disputacioun Betwyx the Body and Wormes - Unknown
Anything by Richard Barnfield
The Faerie Queene - Spenser
Anything by Wu Tsao
Masque of Anarchy - Shelley
Anything by Wilfred OwenProse
The Book of Margery Kempe - Kempe
Tristram Shandy - Sterne
Mansfield Park - Austen
Tenant of Wildfell Hall - Brontë
Les Misérables - Hugo
The Sea, The Sea - Murdoch
Giovanni’s Room - Baldwin
The Catcher in the Rye - SalingerDrama
Dr Faustus - Marlowe
Coriolanus - Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing - Shakespeare
Twelfth Night - Shakespeare
A Streetcar Names Desire - WilliamsNon-fiction
The End of Everything - Mack
Dominion - Holland
Autobiography of J. S. Mill - Mill
Care-full CrimesCaught! committing the crime of care
of carefully wrecking the core
the core of the hurt and the harm and the death
burning our home, our life, the earthThe death machine rolls on forwards
death’s cruel legions follow their words
gutting the earth before gouging her eyes
then they turn 'round, dead gaze on usBut J— — has DnD dolls to crochet
L— — is rehearsing a beautiful play
F— — has the next Varsity on the way
S— wants to get me to dance somedayAnd I won't let the death machine take that away.This time, we won't accept defeat
crude oil would face our strongest, longest fight
we scaled their tankers in our rebellions
each day, each blockade, costing them billionsBootlicking police pleaded us to come down
we laughed and refused: there was work to be done
for weeks, god damn weeks, our plight, our fight, did last
oil giants will never earn back what they lostThey did their best to make our lives hell
called us terrorists, trapped us in a cell
for eighteen endless hours, there I would dwell
living only as a locked-up lucked-down shell...When I was released, I was raring to rebel.Court! soon we'll be locked in the dock together
while in the gallery, strangers who are friends will gather
the judge fills their mind with the laws of the books
we fill our heart knowing earth has our backsThe cold command of the court can give it their best shot,
give a fine, lock me up, treat me like i'm shit
but they won't reach my will, they won't make me fear
we have nowt to lose and everything to reach forSo You — step forward if you dare
release yourself from that fucking snare
climb that death machine, raise your flare,
become BP's worst nightmare:Commit the heinous crime of love and care.
there was an attempt to draft a dictionary entrytrans [v.? adj.? n.?]
/trænz/ or /træns-/trans as in transport. we move and we march, journeying away from the old stifling house, by the social expect-station, to a place of our own — our home.trans as in translate. strange feelings course our veins, too potent to ignore — we take the dictionary and render the emotions into words, into the realisation that the stories of pink and blue aren't true, we render these strange feelings into our lives.trans as in transparent. we are clear — the label you gave us is wrong, our newfound words are not spoken, but shouted; the world listens as we proclaim our names.trans as in transpire. the plants shed their excess water; we shed our painful performance, we release the tightness from our chest and breathe the breath of self love - it fills our lungs.trans as in that self love is being met with the fighting force of hate so intense we have been captured and kept and studied like a dangerous experiment where they conclude our ability to be and be free is a threat to society so they must remove our wings and our rights.trans as in transmute. we are alchemists and artists, embracing the divine breadth of human creativity, taking our assigned blank state of birth, crafting it to reflect our being, connecting ourselves to our bodies.trans as in transgress. of norms, we know none; we will cross the binding binaries and restrictive rules to seek joy, seek who are and who we want to be — acceptable or not, we will find and share our truth.trans as in transient. but a spec in a passing process, growing away from the past, grateful for its gift of expanses of knowledge, and the comfort of community; yet, we sit so far from reaching where we should be, so, so far from the future.trans as in did you notice that was the only definition where it didn't end with “our [x]” as “our” future struggles against the snares of suppression.trans as in transfix. the world looks at us, stunned, for we are humans, but then we are also the scary and exciting proof that the belief in binaries is not as bold as our will.trans as in transcribe. we will write ourselves into history, into philosophy, into society, we will teach the complexity of humanity and reality, we will chronicle our community, we will chronicle our story.trans as in this piece of writing is an ideal we aim and hope for but we cannot truly have yet as we are shoved into tight boxes or have our minds chipped away until we crack leaving us fighting until our death.trans as in transcend. shed the skin of society's standards, reject the restrictions of the physical body, a name can be changed, a life can be loved, our selves can be seen.expectation's constant pull is strong. but we are trans, trans as in we are changing society through being ourselves, trans as in we will fight for the right to be, until our end, trans as in transcend.