books, film, television, women

The Value of Archetypes

(In which I rant about storytelling, immature art and editing. If this isn’t interesting, then skip it because I won’t be mad)

SPOILERS BELOW FOR LOTS OF SHOWS AND MOVIES.

Anyone else feeling vaguely dissatisfied with the state of big entertainment?

A vague sense of betrayal and frustration?

Now, this goes into the weeds a little but stick the kettle on and allow me to explain.

There are structures to stories, which have existed in particular forms for thousands of years. You recognise them, not consciously unless you happen to be someone who writes and studies them, but even then, if you’ve picked up a book, watched a film or a series then you are as much a student as I am.

But these days, there are works out now which feel immature and unsatisfactory on an intuitive level. To quote Plinkett from Red Letter Media, your brain knows something is wrong.

Take, for example, season 8 of Game of Thrones, the order of the two climatic events, the way Arya kills the Night King rather than resolve the personal tension between the King and Jon Snow and how Dany turns from well intended saviour to genocide amongst others.

Things like this don’t anger me, more a benevolent literary chauvinism. It’s bastard hard at times writing, and what’s perfect in your head seldom ends up that way. Glimpses, and of course, I’m not subject to the pressures of full time professionals.

But I’m right about wanting more work which respects the archetypal forms of the story. Not the petulant, immature kinetics or melodrama we get too often.

How do you feel?

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

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Is anyone here on Goodreads? I have an author page, which you should sign up to, straight away.

https://www.goodreads.com/mbblissett

Thank you

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Kisses As prayers

Damp from the rain outside

And dirt under my nails

Hands shaking with fatigue

And there you are

Bare to me

Excuse the rough way I look at you

I’m elegant hunger

Except sometimes the sight of you

Overpowers me

Take you and pin down

This writhing hunger within

Because I’m supposed to be a furtive

Appendage but I’m a satyr,

A lustful pilgrim finding

Salvation between your quivering

Thighs and my kisses there

Are prayers

And I pray with such focus

That we will both see God.

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Hidden Victories

Those pockets of silence,

Travel between them

A pilgrim seeking holy places,

Hands capable of violence

Yet at rest against themselves

When not at play on the territory of you,

But you sleep, I grind,

No one knows what it takes to be this,

How each day,

Is a battle with toothsome

Loathsome devils,

Some of whom look like old lovers,

But in the silence

They die at my hand

And so, to see me calm,

Amused rather than angered,

Is to frame me in the light of

Hidden victories,

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Open Letters To Old Friends

Scrape away the how are yous

I miss you

Because there are a million shitty takes

And awesome things

Which I still want to turn around and share with you,

And sometimes taunting that hunger

Sours the blood

Without being destroyed by it

Because I don’t want to embarrass you,

With my boyish earnestness,

Or my belief that although there are points of resolute crappiness

And genial idiocy,

I’m still close to wonderful,

Amused and appalled,

By this world

But hold this close,

Some part of me serves you

Us

And in time,

Of time

By time

I can still be stunned by your smile,

We were, and are surrounded by

Secrets

But never to one another,

Never.

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Small cup of quiet

Somewhere a bird sings

And I’ve found a small cup of quiet

Going to drink it

Slow wake up call to my soul

Pages written and now it’s not

Affectation knowing it will walk a

Path into the world

Lover asleep

Walk the dog

Things to do

Used to resent it

But I’m working on

Contemplating how

There’s pleasure in the smallest things

The thought, a biscuit,

Goes well with the quiet

Enjoy them both

Before the day begins,

If you don’t know, my book Until She Sings is out now in paperback and ebook.

Ebook:

Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

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Raw Velocity

What do we pretend to know?

The world moves so fast

And we’ve had new fears to contend with,

Being left on the wrong side of the road

Seeing everyone else having a good time,

And you’re still figuring out how

We found ourselves in this mess,

Pretending it was a party,

But it is a good world

If you can bear the raw velocity

Long enough to take a breath

Eyes burning

Hands callused

Heart hardened and opened

At the same time

All now is love

Smile as we tiptoe through the trees

Looking for a shadow to kiss beneath,

My book Until She Sings is out now.

Ebook:

Until She Sings https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07XJRDND8/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_e9pLDbMJNZQ4E

Paperback: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1692105566/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_i_4akEDb3FTWNKR

My Mailing List for announcements and news with a free short story as a thank you.

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