Lemmy Gorak

Shreds of Gorak: 1-10 (Short reads of Gorak) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

Memoir, anecdote and meaningful other: Shreds 1-10

First Dates: An honest account of my adolescent 'relationships' with the models in mail-order catalogues. Lamb 197: A lost Cumbrian lamb re-unites with its mother, leading to realisations about the relationship I have with my own. Listen to the Man: Myself and a fellow stoner board a pedalo and take to the sea. Ignoring the advice of the man hiring them out, we head past the buoys and get taken out by the tide. The Fabricheads: Dark imaginations of a town (in Wales) where trepanning is practiced, leading to improved intellectual function and enlightenment for its residents. Falling Down, Granola and the Water Bowl: After a hard day's work, I am confronted with mounting bills and suffer a cartoon mini-breakdown. He Played Eight: Mortifying infant embarrassment when forced to sing in class. Spit in Me Hat: Lunchtime observations: as I sit on a mound of rubble on an abandoned traveller's site, I question negative perceptions of them. Pretty Things: In a refuge I stayed in as a child, I sit and watch three women tattoo each other's hands using a biro and heated compass point. Another woman enters, and I become transfixed by her. The Queue: While waiting to cash a cheque, I imagine those in the queue as a gang committing a bank job. Dear Mr Hales: A sarcastic letter to the BBC regarding non-payment of my TV license.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Lemmy Gorak
• Erscheinungstermin: 22. Juli 2021
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798201265762
• Artikelnr.: 62287696

Autorenporträt

After a short time spent sleeping on London's Circle Line, as a child I toured the capital, staying in a succession of refuges, tents and narrowboats. Although traumatic, it was a time rich with experience and freedoms most don't enjoy. Left to create my own life-map, I relied on nothing but hard-wired survival skills to get me through the many schools I attended, leaving with an O Level in Art and a handful of cardboard Sports Day medals.

Picking up a guitar - along with recreational drugs - I found therapy through an anarchic yet unsustainable lifestyle. After numerous shitty jobs and spells of unemployment, I cleaned up my act (a bit) and rediscovered a child-like wonder with the natural world - a connection that has ultimately been my saviour.

Seduced by mountains, I headed for the wilds of Cumbria, where with a Blues Harp I busked and played in local bars, before a virus with a household name had its way and a shocking end of an unhealthy relationship left me facing homelessness.

I love to amuse myself and make sense of things, and have always kept a diary and scribbled on the back of envelopes; caught in the flow. Now with head and heart aligned, I write in earnest, most mornings while it's still dark.