Poem – no recc

I only have one more poem to share from this session. After this I’ll no doubt start moving some other old stuff over here though.

No recommendations today, as I just finished Grey and although I appreciated the closure on the series, you can just imagine a terrible stalking experience except the stalker is a billionaire and there you have it: you have experienced Grey. Congratulations.

I have, however, begun reading Burger’s Daughter by Nadine Gordimer. It’s dense and intense and a very focused read. The difficulty of the language – or rather the obscurity of the sentences – draws you in with that focus, to a world which I believe is (thankfully) unthinkable to most white, Western people of my age, and it makes you think about it. Crazy uncomfortable, but you can’t – mustn’t – look away. More as I progress.

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Penultimate Poem and Review

Time to post the second-last of my poetry binge. Try not to be too sad.

Before that though, I have this much-vaunted reading list which is like my actual child right now. I’m never going to get to the end of it. On it go books of films I watch (so Sneak is a reading list KILLER) and the best-known, most prizewinning, or first book by any deceased author I haven’t read yet. That last one is in real time, or else I really would never get to the end of this list. Of course there are exceptions – any book recommended by a friend or anything that just really catches my eye goes down as well.

I mean right now I’m reading EL James’s Grey, so I’m not that much of a book snob, I promise.

But I just wanted to recommend more poetry, because honestly with poetry I just don’t know where to start, and it’s nice to keep a record of the things that I’ve liked. So, through my book list (and haunting the Guardian’s Books section at the slightest hint of boredom) I put down a book by Dermot Healy, called A Fool’s Errand. It’s a book-length poem split into “chapters”, and the theme is a flock of geese migrating from near his Irish home to Greenland and back. I’m glad I started reading it after I came to the end of my poetry-writing spree, because it is good.

The geese scene from TH White’s The Once and Future King was my favourite part of the whole book, and A Fool’s Errand just tapped right back into that scenery for me. Right back into that wet, cold, windy place, and the mysterious ritual of migration. The rising restlessness, the false alarm flights and finally the big lift-off, the amazing journey. Around this you see the geese from all angles, above and below, and Healy was a master of imagery. Birds as orchestra – or orchestra as birds? Simple things like a wind through a house slamming an open door become beautiful things, but always still simple, always just what they are. It’s gorgeous and you should read it.

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Poem and Recc

Poem time again!

First, I want to leave a recommendation here, instead of just presenting my ridiculous free verse. It’s kind of like a “Here’s what you could have won” sort of deal.

I want to introduce you to someone I met for three weeks when I was 15.

So I was lucky enough to be invited to go to the very first NAGTY summer school, on a creative writing course. It was crazy fun, as you can imagine (I’ll probably reminisce about this more in future), and to be honest, most of us were just precocious. There was one girl who really stood out though, even then. Like, she was a poet (my genre of choice was trashy fantasy) and she was so far above my level it was like a wren looking at a condor. Even now I remember lines of the poems she wrote during those three weeks. She was really quiet, but I remember her laughing at the silliest things. She has almost certainly forgotten I exist, thankfully, so she won’t see my terrible poetry…

Her name is Chloe Stopa-Hunt and please check her out, because she is amazing and more people should be talking about her.

My own fledgling work will be hidden behind a readmore out of respect/shame.

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Sunday Poem

Let’s try to make this semi-regular, until I run out of poems!

I was wary about doing nothing but write poems about myself, but I think to an extent I have anyway 🙁 OH WELL.

This one’s about hayfever. It’s also a bit long, sorry.

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I wasn’t joking about the poems

I’m really enjoying messing around with poetry. I should be finishing off a story but stories are long and ungrateful and poems are short and manageable.

If you’re unfamiliar with my writing then Spuggy says this is pretty representative of my themes, and I can agree with that. Representative themes of the Dove school are ‘bones’ and ‘putting things into other things’.

Also I’m really sorry about the title.

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I wrote you a poem

First of all, if you haven’t read Uptalk by Kimmy Walters I recommend you do so. Even if you don’t like freeverse poetry at least give it a try (borrow my copy! Have a read!) Ignore the reviews on the link above if that kind of thing annoys you, by the way. I guess indie poetry will always attract that kind of indie poetry reviewer. If it makes you roll your eyes, just listen to me instead: Read it. It’s good.

I’m kind of hit and miss on freeverse (read any highly-commented freeverse on Deviantart and you’ve read them all), but Kimmy Walters hit it every time for me. I keep going back, just opening the book and rereading a poem or two. I can’t help it. I love the directions they take, and the images they invoke. I love the spaces where they’ve been hollowed out and sculpted down into these streamlined, wandering ideas.

Aaaaand, I thought I’d try it out for myself. Here is poem 1 of at least several.

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A Paradelle

I wrote this poem a while ago, and am moving it from my DeviantArt account to here for easy finding on request (!) This is a paradelle. Read the link! Paradelles are great and everyone should try them.

(A request! A real unfished-for request! Best Christmas present ever!)

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A Christmas Poem

I really don’t know how to introduce or explain this. I wrote a Christmas poem on a whim for Stephen Donaldson’s acclaimed fantasy series, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. I can’t guarantee its readability to anyone who hasn’t read these books.

Merry Christmas!

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