Naked Reading Review

A new review from a new viewer of The Naked Reading; so well written that it is re-produced here. To see The Naked Reading become a patron or buy through paypal.

On Wednesday, February 21, 2018, 11:55:49 PM GMT, William Ford wrote:

From the opening moment to the last, a challenge to the animal within to silence it’s desire for sensual gratification to allow the intellect to receive and resolve in the minds eye the pictures and the personalities painted by the sometimes harsh but always intricate brush strokes of words.

The eye of the beholder at first overwhelms that of the mind because the ieye is taken by the unashamed presence, the boldness, the nerves of steel and fiercely defiant Naked Blonde Writer through her actions seeming to be saying “Well, here I am, look then, that’s what you’re here for isn’t it?” And look the eye does, the inner animal roused, then calmed by the incongruity of the scenario to the average dumb straight male gaze, that is a part of the spectrum of every dumb male observer, even those claiming to be capable of utterly separating the animal and intellectual response (ie liars or those ashamed to acknowledge their own dumb beast and it’s necessarily detached from conscious thought impulsive responses).

The distance between observer and observed created by video lets the viewer run the gamut of looking, excited, wondering whether he should be looking, should he feel ashamed, calming his societal programming that he should feel shame and having it dawn on him that the reader is not ashamed, nor does she tease, nor does she seem to care about the myriad of potential reactions she may be provoking, so whatever, observing voyeur or cowed boy, this really is about the words. Sensationalism too partly, for this is not ‘the done thing’ but with her past life acknowledged in the manner of the reading the sensationalism tramscends the ‘omg a naked woman reading!’ provocative concept and becomes a demonstration of the art in the words. There is no attempt to dress up or romanticise the lives described in Blackout.

Literally and figuratively exposing, exploring, unflinchingly observing humanity and opening herself up to being unflinchingly observed bodily while the words she reads pierce and puncture the popular myth of the welcome supposedly kept in the hillsides of Wales…where the spirit of the individual can and will be worn away like the once abundant natural resources deep underground, if the individual allows that. The spirit of the individual wanting more for him/herself than the preordained soul destruction all around them is the friction that creates the spark within. The desire to express, to show what one is, what one has about them. The reader shows herself, her art, her spirit but not all that she is for this is her show, her stage, her insight, her words, her Self, to reveal on whatever literal or artistic level she sees fit, and damn you or damn me, if we presume anything, even in the course of responding in an effusive, wordy splurge of outright admiration. Astonishing. Thank you.

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Childhood Works

Archived writings from childhood have been posted for patrons only on Patreon. Please consider becoming a patron to assist in the completion of Hollywood Bus Stop – a Naked Reading of 1 hour is soon to be filmed for the introduction to this memoir. A 50 minute audio recording of the intro can be heard by patrons only or via special request and £10 donation. childhood writing

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Hollywood Ongoing

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Work on The Dark Side of Tinsel Town continues; an audio recording of the Shooting Script for the imminent Naked Reading the Second shall be available for patrons only on February 1st. The MP3 is 55 minutes in length and made up of excerpts from the first part of the book. A PDF is also uploaded.

“And even though literary investigation may bear no real fruit, I must continue to write this out for myriad reasons, not least of which is the fact that – even to this day – I still find it difficult to believe, even though I possess all the photographs and documents of verification – I still find it difficult to believe that what I am about to write really did happen in my life. In Hollywood, it really did happen…
But this story, dearest reader, is not about me.”

Hollywood Bus Stop, The Dark Side of Tinsel Town



Being mathematically dyslexic, I recently came across a calculator…
Lo & Behold, check this:
If every follower of this author blog should pledge One English Pound Per Week,
I would not then be forced
To live on Bread & Water.
Most of you have been with me for seven years.
Most of the work has been offered for free…
Question: What value does contemporary literature have for you?
Cash is a concept which cracks my heart.
But alas! I have recently done the maths…
For The Hollywood Bus Stop work-in-progress
Benefaction is required.
Pledges can be made via Patreon or Paypal
In anticipation of the continuation
Of literature for eyes & ears
Consider this an appeal, if the following is worthy
Of One English Pound Per Week.




This pocket watch was created in the 1700s.
It is ticking beside me as I type.
Actual year unknown – either 1777 or 1782.
I shall elaborate further come January…

Some Literary Resolutions… because we cannot conquer Time:

1; “If you are doing business with a religious sonnovabitch, get it in writing. His word isn’t worth shit, not with the ‘Good Lord’ telling him how to fuck you on the deal.” – William S. Burroughs.

2; “Do not cast your pearls before swine.” – Source Unknown (if you know, tell me so).

3; “Above all else – Know Thyself.” – Socrates. Later developed by Shakespeare for the mouth of Polonius in Hamlet to; “this, above all else – to thine own self be true.”


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