The second prompt for NaPoWriMo was to Write a poem inspired by the song that was #1 on the day that you were born. Well, apparently, number one in the UK music charts when I was born was Soul II Soul featuring Caron Wheeler - Back To Life (How Ever Do You Want Me). I …
Of Writing as Therapy, or How Poetry Just Made My Day Better
I had almost forgotten that April is National Poetry Writing Month, and as a consequence I almost missed the start. Well then, this would be the second year in a row when I am challenging myself to write one poem a day. Wish me luck, please! (Also, I've been feeling really down for a while, …
Continue reading "Of Writing as Therapy, or How Poetry Just Made My Day Better"
Poetry Goes Well With Friday, 13th
Just another thing that I wrote in-between having self-doubts and doing so-called "real work". For me, poetry remains a way of getting rid of all worries. Someone very dear to me said that this particular poem was "very ugly". In fact, that is so true that I'd love to use it as a sort of …
Productive Insomnia Is the Best Way to Celebrate Christmas
That's the thing with the winter holidays: I never seem to be in the mood for "merry-making" when Christmas is just around the corner. Of course, that's explainable, as I'm mostly up half the night every single night doing random stuff. Mostly, I'm supposed to be "working" (whatever that means), but what I end up …
Continue reading "Productive Insomnia Is the Best Way to Celebrate Christmas"
Please Define “Procrastination” Before Pointing the Finger
I would like to start by assuring anyone who cares enough about the topic at hand that the following - rather random - blog update doesn't count as procrastination, it counts as inspiration. In fact, has it never happened to any of you to become so obsessed with linger so much on one subject that …
Continue reading "Please Define “Procrastination” Before Pointing the Finger"
Nothing.
Against all odds, this turned out to be a curiously productive day. So I've decided (although, admittedly, a bit half-heartedly) to share my newest poem with the world. For what it's worth. And look, I've even added a (not very creative) photo-illustration of my own devising! Nothing by yours truly Behind a maze of smiles …
The Stuff that Happens in Graveyards…
One of the most amazing, surreal things things happened today, when I was visiting the Holy Trinity Church graveyard in Stratford-upon-Avon. I was busy taking a photograph of a beautiful Victorian tombstone, when a little boy (probably aged somehwere between 4 and 6) ran to a tombstone nearby, kneeled in front of it, then started …
Shadows Again
Getting serious again in the penultimate day of NaPoWriMo. For some reason, I've written about shadows again. [screencap from this video, via] Shadow Baby by Kalyiel Lately I've been able to hear shadows Moving stealthily with these, our bodies, The sound of their airy shackles as they Trudge between flesh and soul, moaning Miserably on …
I can dream these books
Horribly busy day, so I am resorting to a haiku. 🙂 (Well, at least I'm being honest, right?) [via] Haiku of the Book-Plant by Kalyiel A handful of books Sown into the desk's hard wood: Harvest of the dead.
Theme: Childhood
Creativity's welling up again after a few days of just throwing random, arid words on the paper. Today's poem's turned out a little better, I think. It's a bit weird, structure-wise and tone-wise, but I wanted it to have a weird feel to it. [via] Playground by Kalyiel She was like a fruitful soil that …
Encyclopaedia Vanitatum 