Last summer I had three poems selected for publication in a poetry journal.
It always comes as a shock when people like my poems, because I don’t consider myself a poet. And I think writing poems is – for me, anyway – a self-indulgent exercise.
The anthology is packed full of wonderful poetry, and is available for downloading as a PDF file. It’s free of charge! 45 Square 2015
And you can listen to a couple of my poems here.
Acorns Falling and Final Track.
Further information, including recordings of other poems, is available on the 45 Square website.
Yesterday at Birkbeck we experimented with the cut-up method of poetry.
A cut-up poem is made by taking words and phrases, seemingly at random, from existing pieces of writing and reassembling them to create a new piece. From this mash-up of words and phrases, you hope to produce original and exciting work. Continue reading “Cut-Up Poetry”
Yesterday evening I joined an enthusiastic group of student poets in Cambridge House, Camberwell. This was a reading-aloud poetry evening, part of Birkbeck University’s ‘Try It!’ programme. The theme for the evening was ‘Journeys’.
I am not sure if any actual members of the public were there – the audience seemed to consist mainly of poets and their friends. But it was a great evening with a wide range of fantastic poems, and Continue reading “Tried it. Read it. Done it. Survived”
At the moment I feel like I am standing on the tracks and waiting for a train crash to happen.
I don’t consider myself to be a poet. But I did write some poems last term as part of my BA in Creative Writing at Birkbeck University. And, in a moment of madness, I volunteered to read one of my poems at an evening poetry session.
Why? Well, the theme of the session is ‘Journeys’ and I had a poem that was about a journey. And I have set myself the challenge of always trying to respond to a new writing challenge. And, to be honest, I thought there would be numerous volunteers and I could happily stand down. But, no, I was the only one from my poetry group who responded with “Yes, I can read one of my poems out”.
Then it turns out we need to bring two poems to read. Not just one.
So, on Saturday, I will be reading a couple of my not-very-good poems out loud in front of a (hopefully) small audience at Cambridge House in Camberwell. If you are passing by and fancy a free glass of wine and nibbles, do drop in. The other poets are much better than me and you will enjoy it. We kick off at 6pm.
(Further information can be found on the Birkbeck Web site.)