Lily Morrison-Bell

Lily Morrison-Bell

Aspiring writer, muser and streamer of consciousness

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  • Lily Morrison-Bell
    Published about a month ago
    Conscious Streaming 001

    Conscious Streaming 001

    Why is there a time limit to a stream of consciousness? Not the one Natalie Goldberg offers as an option, but the one that dams the stream the moment you think of it. It’s funny because while this little dam stops that flow dead in it tracks, it simultaneously diverts it into a brand new river-railway in-and-of-itself. There’s never two streams flowing at the same time, but theres always one. This one looks funniest when viewed from the water-pool below, which is above the water-pool below that. An old Indian railway chuga-chugs over the suspicious stone bridge. I was bought up on lemon-rice tea and the understanding that bridges were only trustworthy when together – alone bridges made ‘free agents’ look like puppets handcrafted out of shackles and sadness. “Suspicious” doesn’t make you “bad”- it could make you Captain C. Boy Mack, head peanut catcher at the saloon on West 56th and Proverbial Tumbleweed; intriguing, a male, or flat-out made-up. “Suspicious” is like MSG – to it we are addicted and it lingers in your local take-out. Chinese and fish ‘n’ chips is not fusion – it is confusion, and disgusting to boot. Did you ever think of eating (or even just having a nibble on) the front of your welly boot known as Shin’s Breathing Room? I didn’t until just now, and I only thought of that because an image of a gumboot as a croquet mallet flashed in my mind’s eye. The sound those boots make when you take them off is definitely one I feel the need to hear from in-between my teeth. How could I complain of food having a rubbery texture if I’ve never afforded rubber the opportunity for appraisal? Silly, short-sided me. Well, I think my sides are in proportion to my other sides, but come to think of it I’ve never asked. I meant to say short-sighted, but even that would be a lie because while I don’t know my exact prescription, I do know that I’m long-sighted. And astigmatic in my right eye, whatever that means. Something to do with some part of the eye being somewhat more oblong than spherical (as is the status quo), but my understanding ends there and is met with thoughts of rugby balls every time someone tries to explain me what is symptomatic of being astigmatic. A fascination with conical balls, perhaps?
  • Lily Morrison-Bell
    Published about a month ago
    On Womanhood and the Sanctity Female Friendship

    On Womanhood and the Sanctity Female Friendship

    Were I a grandfather clock, female friendships would be the pendulum keeping time ticking; keepers of (life)time, friendships lodged deep in my core – suspended, swaying, rooted.