I've forgotten how to write poetry!!
i want to take part in IPYPIASM but nothing! Nothing will come out of my brain!
I've tried and tried and tried and it looks like I broke my poetry bone. Sprained my sonnetness. Twisted my tercet. Od'ed my ode... (etc...)
I went along to a lovely reading tonight. The wonderful Emerging Writer was reading and was, well, wonderful. And the brilliant Louise Phillips was there too! Poetess extraordinaire Eileen Casey was running the event. I was enveloped in a hug of wordy gloriousness.
How do I feel now?
The Cat Sat on the Mat.
Arghghghghghgh!
Help!
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| My only friend in this lonely hour! Hic. |
7 comments:
Sorry. Jealous of your night out.
You may have been joking Titus, but I'm desperate, I may be pet shop bound by the end of the week if things don't improve..
As for my night out - well, while out I missed the chance to pick up two tickets for Duran Duran that a friend was giving away! Duran Duran! I could hav thrown my knickers at Nick Rhodes...
I bet there's a poem in the knickers, as it very much were.
I like the cat one. I've read much worse.
x
There's definitely a poem somewhere towards the bottom of the bottle of wine. Thanks for coming D'Oub.
Rachel - there probably is a poem there, but not one that could be abondoned in a shop where young children might find it..
EM - Mr Oub stole the last of the wine...so it there was a poem there, he drank it. Fecker.
Also, was a delight to come out to hear you read. It's especiually nice to hear pomes from someone who still has the ability to write them...
Hmmm - you can do it you can! Small piece of advice - don't think! It interferes with the creative flow:)
I wish I could have been there!
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