Recently Immy said to me, "All your poems have loads of...STUFF going on. There's always someone yelling or something flashing or some kind of movement or something. I think you should try writing a calm poem. Something where everything is just...peaceful."
So, bearing this in mind, the poem I've just written contains the words leaping, flash, grinning, blasting, liquified, scramble, fizz, split, yanked, flailing, clinging. Maybe because I'm not generally a very violent person, all my repressed violence comes spewing out when I write. In this big ugly cloud.
"Although mild-natured in person, in her poetry she was quite the little psychopath." (Minor Poets of the Noughties, Salt Publishing, 2097)
I don't know what I'm on about. I'm very tired.
About Me
- Annie
- In 1909 Muriel Matters flew over the Houses of Parliament throwing down carrots and Votes For Women propaganda leaflets. My life isn't nearly as exciting. I read and write poems, drink tea, form silly crushes on dead writers (Ovid, Pasternak), wander the streets of London and am currently ploughing through my last year of school. Next year I'll hopefully be at uni - somewhere, somehow - studying Classics.
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You know, I just can't remember commissioning that.
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Awwww, dear. (I'm not patronising you, I say that to everyone.) Anyway, I loved "Crash", so you must be on the right lines.
Sorry, that read completely wrong. What I wanted to do was just to say something slightly comforting. Get more sleep? If you can? Errr....
*should not be allowed out on the internet alone*
Aw, thanks Alice :)
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I was going to leave a nice comment about your wonderful poems but tbh the fact that Chris HamiltonsoddingEmery just said he loves you probably says it more eloquently. Dx
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