I'm taking part in a month long Post-it Note Poetry exercise (#PINP19) on Instagram over February (organised by @Soullyrical). I'm taking part because too often I'm a bystander. Also, after all this time, I know inspiration works better with restraints, and a bunch of discipline, rather than the panic that infinite space induces. A Post-it … Continue reading Posting poetry
Poetry
Refinding my words
One of my friends asked me towards the end of last year to find my words, if I could, and use them for solace, and sense and wonder. It turns out I couldn't and for that I'm sorry. Amongst other things, I am full of other people's words and stories and books and ideas. They … Continue reading Refinding my words
Physics of Writing
The writer's Heisenberg Uncertainty Principal: You can know where the work should go, but not if it is acceptable. If acceptable, you can't know where to send it. But once sent out into the world, Aeons pass. Stars are born and die. In the space left between atoms and galaxies, Writers are meant to maintain … Continue reading Physics of Writing
Tho’ much is taken, much abides
There's little profit for idle writers, By still'd in boxes amongst much barren tabs, Match'd with wage strife, yet getting not the dole Meted through unequal laws of preoccupied politicians, Who hoard, and sleep, and debate, and know not us... Such as we cannot rest from the will to think plots and words and resumes: … Continue reading Tho’ much is taken, much abides
Of nano, knowledge and social media
The below is a poem about a recent social media argument between science communicator, scientist and PhD candidate Upulie Divisekera (follow on Twitter @upulie ) and a very famous tech entrepreneur after he made some sweeping generalisations and dismissive statements. My little effort is styled upon Walt Whitman's When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer. When I … Continue reading Of nano, knowledge and social media
Under a spell
There is a final sentence in one of Tim Winton's short stories in his intertwined anthology The Turning that winded me with its beauty, poise and connectedness to what had gone before. I can't remember the story exactly, it was one of those grim seaside slices of life he is an expert at crafting, but … Continue reading Under a spell
unManley Hopkins
Gerard Manley Hopkins was an innovative and scholarly poet, if mostly unpublished in his lifetime. His unquiet poems, with their vivid descriptions in sprung rhythm still resonate with me. As an individual, he was a depressive, diminutive and devout man, out of sync with his world. Thus, he remains somehow familiar, and supremely current, except … Continue reading unManley Hopkins
Am always and none
Thoughts arising like bubbles in lemonade upon reading about Anatta (anatman). I am not who I was, and yet I am, always. Who I am is not work I am paid to do - as it changes. Will this I stop when work slows like an unwound clock? Who I am is not who I … Continue reading Am always and none
Auto population
The password is saved. Sign in page. Password field auto populates. Not recognised. It doesn't announce "unrecognised". It is not. Not a thing. Nothing. Type in the combination of numbers, symbols and letters. S L O W L Y. A magical incantation breathed through hope. Wait. Capture this: I am not a bot. But I could … Continue reading Auto population
About nothing
Pages are blank today, (where school children should be writing) while across the world there's hell to pay (in bombed out cities, ghosted by cement dust). But I'm sat here imagining all the sparkly things I could say, but don't. I suppose this is a place holder for digital content. Requiring a headline and … Continue reading About nothing
