Dolly Sen is a writer, director, artist, filmmaker, poet, performer, playwright, mental health consultant, music-maker and public speaker. She has 8 published books since 2002; has taken on performance roles at The Young Vic, the Royal Festival Hall, and around Europe; undertaken a poetry tour; won a poetry award from Poet Laureate Andrew Motion; directed two plays and several TV films; and performed spoken word at City Hall and Oxford University.
28 June 2012
I know how to laugh at the absurdity of humanity and myself, I can laugh until my stomach aches, but I can also cry to the point of not wanting to live, and I can do both in the same day. Some will say that is bipolar; I will say it is a human response to human things. This last year has been tough. This time last year, my dad, one of my abusers, got knocked down and sustained brain damage, which accelerated his already present dementia. That incident last year kicked off a whole series of...
How to mess with someone's mind in one easy step
27 April 2012
Sometimes my doodling is just evil.
The Fundamental Good of The Human Being?!
7 July 2011
I have started doing collages, actually there was a compulsion to do a collage of a human being. Maybe I was just feeling all that was wrong with the world, but in my psychosis, human beings were growing shark heads. Is psychosis a collage of the cutting outs of reality? Dunno. But my source material isn't women's weekly, it is the complex human being. I get frustrated with people who say humans have fundamental goodness. Tell that to any human being who has died at the hands of someone of his...
Senseless flame - a poem
13 June 2011
The fire of your passion. Of your rage Of your life Would make the stars laugh If they could even see you You are a senseless flame Hiding behind a flesh That cries in secret and judges other insignificant flames Behind insignificant scars You are a light that needs to burn A light that this rat race has made putrid No wonder the stars Laugh cynically At these little flames Ashamed Of the light they shed You must burn A cage will be your payment Perhaps it is...