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.
Free download of one of my books
3 February 2010
There is this cool website where you can download free books, I decided to put one of my old novels on there for free download. It is the happy tale of a female serial killer. It is not for the faint-hearted, and the humour in there is a bit sick. Those who have read it, suddenly become scared of me, as if I am the character in the book. I don't know whether to take it as a compliment that the character to them seems real or use this counterfeit power and steal their wotsits. Click here to...
Dolly Sen on poetry and the darkness of the soul
1 July 2010
I am mostly a happy go lucky person, with a certain cheekiness. I hope when people meet me, they detect the light in me. But I haven't had an easy life, as I have dealt with extreme abuse as a child, and its consequent madness and pain. Over the period of decades, my madness went from darkness to a strange light with some lapses into the shadows. The soul must do its work, dip into the shadows to see why they are there, and try to remove the caustic monoliths that cast them. I do not...
Dolly Sen is obsessed with angels
8 July 2010
I am obsessed with angels at the mo. I am seeing them everywhere, am writing about them, and painting them, and feeling the breeze from their flapping wings on my face, or could it be that I don't know a pigeon from an angel... Latest writing about angels: The world is full of cynical angels. The sun is an oven with its door open, cooking a chicken. The chicken still dreams and gleans some satisfaction that its tasty skin will explode some human's heart and render that human's dreams obsolete....