Naked Reading Review

Blackout Still Photo by Malena Barron - my favourite

A new review from a new viewer of The Naked Reading. It’s intricacy prompted me to post it here:

On Wednesday, February 21, 2018, 11:55:49 PM GMT, William Ford wrote:

From the opening moment to the last, a challenge to the animal within to silence it’s desire for sensual gratification to allow the intellect to receive and resolve in the minds eye the pictures and the personalities painted by the sometimes harsh but always intricate brush strokes of words.

The eye of the beholder at first overwhelms that of the mind because the ieye is taken by the unashamed presence, the boldness, the nerves of steel and fiercely defiant Naked Blonde Writer through her actions seeming to be saying “Well, here I am, look then, that’s what you’re here for isn’t it?” And look the eye does, the inner animal roused, then calmed by the incongruity of the scenario to the average dumb straight male gaze, that is a part of the spectrum of every dumb male observer, even those claiming to be capable of utterly separating the animal and intellectual response (ie liars or those ashamed to acknowledge their own dumb beast and it’s necessarily detached from conscious thought impulsive responses).

The distance between observer and observed created by video lets the viewer run the gamut of looking, excited, wondering whether he should be looking, should he feel ashamed, calming his societal programming that he should feel shame and having it dawn on him that the reader is not ashamed, nor does she tease, nor does she seem to care about the myriad of potential reactions she may be provoking, so whatever, observing voyeur or cowed boy, this really is about the words. Sensationalism too partly, for this is not ‘the done thing’ but with her past life acknowledged in the manner of the reading the sensationalism tramscends the ‘omg a naked woman reading!’ provocative concept and becomes a demonstration of the art in the words. There is no attempt to dress up or romanticise the lives described in Blackout.

Literally and figuratively exposing, exploring, unflinchingly observing humanity and opening herself up to being unflinchingly observed bodily while the words she reads pierce and puncture the popular myth of the welcome supposedly kept in the hillsides of Wales…where the spirit of the individual can and will be worn away like the once abundant natural resources deep underground, if the individual allows that. The spirit of the individual wanting more for him/herself than the preordained soul destruction all around them is the friction that creates the spark within. The desire to express, to show what one is, what one has about them. The reader shows herself, her art, her spirit but not all that she is for this is her show, her stage, her insight, her words, her Self, to reveal on whatever literal or artistic level she sees fit, and damn you or damn me, if we presume anything, even in the course of responding in an effusive, wordy splurge of outright admiration. Astonishing. Thank you.

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Childhood Archived Words

2clackArchived works written before the age of fifteen have just been published for patrons on Patreon. Please consider becoming a patron to assist in the completion of Hollywood Bus Stop – a Naked Reading of the introduction shall be filmed soon for patrons, 1 hour in length. An audio recording of the same introduction is also now available on Patreon: patronize

The childhood writings are for dedicated Naked Blonde Writer readers who are interested in seeing the early stages of our works and may therefore judge how well we have developed as an artist. . . childhood writing

 

Hollywood-in-Progress

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3 minute sample

The Shooting Script for Hollywood Bus Stop: Naked Reading the Second will be available as a PDF to patrons only from February 1st 2018. An MP3 audio recording of the script is also uploaded (55 minutes long). The manuscript itself looks set to exceed 50,000 words. Work on the project continues… Your Humble Narrator is reminded time and again that writing brings serenity to the otherwise chaotic mind.
NB: This reading will be available to subscribers only – 2018 is the year in which The Naked Blonde Writer can no longer work for free. 

“And even though literary investigation may bear no real fruit, I must continue to write this out for myriad reasons, not least of which is the fact that – even to this day – I still find it difficult to believe, even though I possess all the photographs and documents of verification – I still find it difficult to believe that what I am about to write really did happen in my life. In Hollywood, it really did happen… But this story, dearest reader, is not about me…”

–Hollywood Bus Stop, The Dark Side of Tinsel Town.

One English Pound Per Week

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 Question:
Who can work for £1.00 per week?
Answer:
Your Naked Blonde Writer.

Question: How is this possible?

Answer: A calculator has ascertained that if all those who follow this blog pledged One English pound per week The Naked Blonde Writer could write, recite and record for Avid Readers, Attentive Listeners and Glorious Voyeurs until her allocated Time on Earth halts or the ink runs out of the pen…

Dearest Readers, Watchers, Listeners,
You have been with her for seven years – you came for The Naked Reading, this we know. The first book was produced under tremendous financial, emotional and intellectual pressure – but written it was, then performed naked, then recorded for eleven hours by voice. All the work was offered for free, for the love of literature, culture and nudity. Courageous, vulnerable and impecunious to the core… we can do this like that no more…
The next project – The Hollywood Bus Stop – requires patronage.
Question: How many followers will pledge £1.00 per week?
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Cash is a concept which confuses your humble narrator (hence the calculator),
but – alas! no author can subsist alone on bread & water,
and so to patrons we suggest,
a pledge to your Naked Blonde Writer…
in anticipation of Courageously Vulnerable Naked Literature To Be Continued…

 

Midnight Writer

P1030934Midnight marks the start of another insomniacal session in servitude to The Mighty Pen… this clock tick-tocks beside me… a delicate refrain… it has served humanity some two hundred and forty years and shall surely continue on long after I am gone… unless the work can acquire immortality… who was holding this pocket watch in 1777… another writer… awake late at night in the delicious solitude of the suicide hours only real writers can truly take on without sinking into profound despair… ticking is a quiet assurance against the Kafkaesque critic creeping up the stairs… I must resist… I must finish this first draft of The Dark Side of Tinsel Town… despite perpetual poverty, a writer’s destiny… ours is not to question why… just “write it, damn you” Joyce used to say, “what else are you good for?” … to the manuscript as if to the front, let two hundred years of time tick along beside my lines… I remember T.S. Eliot writing, “Midnight shakes the memory, Like a madman shakes a dead geranium.”

2018

P1030930Made in the 16th Century – circa 1777, this pocket watch is ticking beside me as I type. For the author who created a factory in the first novel which she named Tick Tock, for the inconquerability of Time, for the New Year now upon us, your humble narrator shall attempt to elaborate on this artefact in a literary manner commensurate with its beauty… to be continued…

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Literary Resolutions for 2018:

1; “If you are doing business with a religious sonnovabitch, get it in writing. His word isn’t worth shit, not with the ‘Good Lord’ telling him how to fuck you on the deal.” — William S. Burroughs.

2; “Do not cast your pearls before swine.” — Source Unknown, (tell me if you know).

3; “Above all else, Know Thyself.” — Socrates. Later developed by Shakespeare for the mouth of Polonius in Hamlet as, “this, above all else – to thine own self be true…”