Friday, June 09, 2006

The Happiest Day of the Year

I am staying away from my blog for a little while, I started to worry that it is turning into Eeyore's ponderings. I did have one rejection that at least told me their favourite of the ones I sent, which I actually felt was the least interesting poem I sent (though perhaps the only one that could have been written by somebody alot older than myself.) So who knows?

Last week I have been doing some research by reading two biographies about the same person, and listening to Paul Summers Home in three bits CD, which is brilliant, and a real example of what can (and should more often) be done in the presentation of poetry which can appeal to a wider audience. This week I have been writing poems inspired by what I read, and have ended up with a few poems which i think surprised me. I expected to be writing about the woman the biogs are about , and ended up writing a fair deal about a man in her life and the players who weren't there except in the back of her mind I suppose. So much of who we are is by what we compare ourselves to and struggle against, that I suppose this was inevitable, but it wasn't what I thought I'd be writing about until I sat down and wrote.


Anyway, as Marilyn said everyone likes a happy girl, and I don't want to Eeyore you, so I am going to stay quiet until I have something more positive to say, till the recjections are all in (or cease to mean anything).

About Me

Poetry is like having an imaginary friend, who still forgets your birthday.