It's always nice to get away. I'm in the South of France and the weather is glorious, the air is fresh and I can hear a pin drop. Now all I need to do is write some poetry...
Author: Rae
You’re invited to my pity party
Poetry is hard of late. Yesterday was spent conjuring up lines and stanzas for one poem that I've been working on for what seems like an age, only to think fuck it, it's not meant to be. I've written 10 lines of poetry so far; I've got 70 to go. All to be finished by August … Continue reading You’re invited to my pity party
Trying to ignore my inner monologue
Starting a new assignment excites me. I read the course work material, make notes, think about what I'd like to write, take my pen and then...nothing. Not even a spark. Reading poetry helps. The recommendations from my tutor have opened my eyes to some extraordinary contemporary poets. My current favourite is Fiona Benson. For me, … Continue reading Trying to ignore my inner monologue
Reflection on Assignment 3
Yesterday I received feedback from my tutor on Assignment 3. Dear Rachelle, thank you for submitting your third assignment for this course. This is a good submission and it’s great you’re experimenting with forms such as heroic verse, syllabics and rhyme. I do want to sound a note of caution though - whilst these aspects … Continue reading Reflection on Assignment 3
Quote of the Day
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry. Virginia Woolf
Dear Diary
Today I found an old journal of mine from a couple of years ago. I hadn't written in a journal for years; the last known recording was in a fluffy pink diary when I was about fifteen, full of teenage angst and heartbroken that Stephen Reid was going to Cinderella Rockerfellas without me.
Sunday, Sunday
Sunday past I found myself alone with the dog. Husband was busy being macho in the park with his bootcamp buddies and daughter was on a trip of a lifetime to Africa. Having spent the morning in bed with the Sunday papers, chomping on toast and marmite and the habitual slurping of coffee, I didn't want to … Continue reading Sunday, Sunday
Onto the Next One
Assignment 3 is now with my tutor and I feel relieved that I met my deadline without having extra time to complete it. I will endeavour to meet all deadlines from now on; it's important for me to have structure when completing an assignment. I have read through Part 4: language and construction and the poems … Continue reading Onto the Next One
Thoughts on Assignment 3
Baked first came to fruition during an exercise from The Ode Less Travelled by Stephen Fry. It is an attempt at heroic verse. The exercise itself was to try a short dramatic monologue, à la Browning, in which a young man in police custody, clearly stoned off his head, tries to explain away the half-ounce … Continue reading Thoughts on Assignment 3
Pressure and Prose
Gah! I am frustrated this week as I haven't kept up with my blog and my poetry isn't forming as I would like. I managed to write two poems yesterday which is unusual - my deadline is approaching and I'm feeling the pressure. My tutor recommended a poetry book by Wendy Cope called Serious Concerns. This has provided me … Continue reading Pressure and Prose
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