{"id":261,"date":"2021-04-30T12:00:12","date_gmt":"2021-04-30T11:00:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/artistry\/?p=261"},"modified":"2021-04-30T12:10:57","modified_gmt":"2021-04-30T11:10:57","slug":"unveiling-the-unconscious-automatic-writing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.kent.ac.uk\/artistry\/2021\/04\/30\/unveiling-the-unconscious-automatic-writing\/","title":{"rendered":"Unveiling The Unconscious \u2013 Automatic Writing"},"content":{"rendered":"

Les M\u00e9andres du Pass\u00e9<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

by Furaha-Pehoua Mujynya<\/strong><\/p>\n

Staring at my window, I tried to empty my mind in order to let any thoughts flow freely. In doing so, I realized the ability of my brain to connect any images with a thought, a smell, a sound or a memory.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"\" \"\"Les M\u00e9andres du Pass\u00e9 (ne sont pas si lointains qu\u2019ils n\u2019y paraissent)<\/p>\n

I know that I try to see through it but all I see is past memories and lost thoughts<\/p>\n

But still I seek to see the future, though I remain chained to a tree that has long disappeared<\/p>\n

I do not understand why it is, that every time I think<\/p>\n

All I can see is a past I wished didn\u2019t exist<\/p>\n

Though it still remains as it is,<\/p>\n

Weighing me down, preventing me from moving forward<\/p>\n

Or maybe it is trying to protect me from repeating the same mistakes<\/p>\n

But god I wished those trees did not remind me of him<\/p>\n

That this smell did not allow millions of images to run through my mind<\/p>\n

That those sweets did not make me slightly smile and sad at the same time<\/p>\n

But I cannot prevent all those objects to have in them my past self<\/p>\n

I cannot stop from wandering in les M\u00e9andres du Pass\u00e9<\/p>\n

Qui sont \u00e0 la fois\u00a0: fant\u00f4mes et souvenirs chaleureux, douleurs, rires et trag\u00e9dies<\/p>\n

Ma vie, mon pass\u00e9 et tout ce que je suis<\/p>\n

Et d\u2019une certaine mani\u00e8re, un reflet de tout ce qu\u2019il y a \u00e0 venir<\/p>\n

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Acquisition Dreams<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

by Liam Eckersley<\/strong><\/p>\n

This piece of automatic writing was created from the unstructured and obtrusive thoughts of several attempted trances, which were collected over a two-week period. The most interesting of these thoughts were added to a list, and then the best of these were selected for this piece.<\/em><\/p>\n

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A cocoon is waiting for me back at my room<\/p>\n

Morose Fructose<\/p>\n

A thunderstorm sleeps in the Milky Way<\/p>\n

Pretentious gift shops and idealised milkshakes<\/p>\n

Crickets and cicadas<\/p>\n

Sheep\u2019s intestines hang knotted from the trees<\/p>\n

Under stars and bushfires<\/p>\n

Chaotic brain aneurisms<\/p>\n

These cucumbers were grown in volcanic soil<\/p>\n

Field recordings made when I was twelve<\/p>\n

Sacrificial Anatolian jail-forms<\/p>\n

I spend all of Thursday weighing leaves<\/p>\n

Remote footpath muggings<\/p>\n

Spirals on the shed roof<\/p>\n

Mercury poisoning<\/p>\n

Clear voyages through western snow<\/p>\n

Snake skins line my windowsill<\/p>\n

Acquisition dreams<\/p>\n

The pillar of worms sinks lower everyday<\/p>\n

Mountains and peaches<\/p>\n

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Moments under an umbrella<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

by Francesca Coyer<\/strong><\/p>\n

This piece combines automatic writing and chance encounters with inanimate objects. An overflowing amount of inspiration came from thinking about an umbrella and our relationship with it. It was a very difficult task, but one that I recommend everyone try. From it spawned a new way of seeing and thinking.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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Standing under an umbrella is an act of relief, un moment pour respirer,<\/p>\n

A moment to end the battle against the elements.<\/p>\n

Although the war is not won, take pride in winning this fight.<\/p>\n

The instant feeling of relief and release, like the highlight of undoing my bra clasp as you walk into the comfort of your own home. Like knowing you\u2019re putting your feet up for the last time that day, you can finally relax.<\/p>\n

Feelings of accomplishment second to the finally pausing.<\/p>\n

Sharing an umbrella with someone else brings you closer, not just physically but mentally drawn together like a magnet.<\/p>\n

Together you are brought into your own moment.<\/p>\n

You can take a clear breath again,<\/p>\n

You may bump heads but that will only crack a smile onto a cold and wet face.<\/p>\n

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What I love about umbrellas is being able to hide,<\/p>\n

Passers-by unable to make out any details on my face as they push forward in their fight.<\/p>\n

Even better the thought of moving bodies keeping away worried of hitting it or being hit by it. If you knock an open umbrella in the rain, the bullets it shielded you from, run down its smooth edges, a quick concentrated pour anyone would be keen to avoid.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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