About the van
‘Sometimes, it’s easy to forget things that lie around.’ Natasha Ranawake reflects on the simpler things that bring meaning to life–such as her family’s old van.
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We pocket planets
‘Just for a second, between the coffee and the hangover, you’ll see them. The planets.’ Natasha Ranawake’s piece reminisces the magic and colour which often fades as one grows older, but which are never truly gone.
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Roadmap of who you are: music as time stamps
‘You keep on pulling it apart for some trace of the people you meet or the places you’ve been.’ Natasha Ranawake leads us through the roadmap of songs that has led her to where she is now.
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Becoming gold — to Aththamma
‘Make me from you, from your receipts and phone call laughs,’ Natasha Ranawake honours womanhood in this moving poem about her grandmother.
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A voice of New York: the legacy of Patti Smith
“Every generation has a voice that seamlessly comes out of thin air” — Natasha Ranawake takes a closer look at the memoirs of Patti Smith.
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Review: Anastasia
“The show captured the undeniable magic of the story.” Stage Reviewer Anna Pile enjoys FHTC’s Anastasia.
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Strangers, trains and epiphanies – before sunrise and the unassuming realisations
“Living a life with no meaningful connections.” Natasha Ranawake discusses the film Before Sunrise and its usage of conversations to evoke realisations and meaningful connections.
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A Dinner Date
‘In a cramped kitchen we made for two, you’re pulling your hair back and whistling,’ begins Natasha Ranawake’s poem about the tensions of a dinner date.
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Foetal Still
“Oh God, the roaring twenty stands, / cracked compass, missing needles, hands.” Natasha Ranawake captures a generation caught between vitality and disorientation, portraying youth as both electric and lost
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After rounds of white wine
“But you will remember the strangers that changed with you, because they may not be strangers anymore.” Natasha Ranawake reflects on her first year, and her transfigured perception of Durham.
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