No doubt obscure and irreverent, or irrelevant thoughts.
|Here is the first entry to see if this works.|
|Mission accomplished. I wrote 31 poems this December, Wall and Gate should be considered two separate but related poems, I wrote both on Boxing Day, having slept much of Christmas Day and not writing a poem that day. I shall try and write a minimum of four poems in January, one for each of the ancient elements, Air Earth, Fire and Water. In addition, I shall finish the translation of part V of Raymond Queneau's poem Petite Cosmogonie Portative, which will leave me with just the final part VI to work on.
In terms of views of my work on writing.com, this has been a much better year than last. I hope to generate enough interest to continue this trend.
One poem seems to have been seen quite a bit in December - Comet-ary, I am not sure where the viewers are coming from, which naturally bugs me. I don't know if it is being held up somewhere as a shining example of how not to write poetry, I would love to know!
I am not much for making new year resolutions, and i see my plots for January as a continuation of December's challenge, which is in turn part of my general urge to get cracking and do some serious writing. I'm not sure how this blog will fare, but I don't intend to try and write something every day.
|I am curious as to whether I can share music links here. I love music and enjoy swapping youtube video URLs with other music lovers. In this way I get to hear a lot of great stuff that I would otherwise be entirely ignorant of. This being the case here are a few links, to test the principle so to speak:
Slow start to this one, please persevere: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v4xZUr0BEfE
Mongolian music, how can you resist a look?
and also: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIa7ZfJUeGU
Russian I think - excellent anyway.
Postmodern Jukebox do covers of songs in different styles - with humour and panache, usually with REALLY good singers. This is a particular favorite: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aLnZ1NQm2uk
Hopefully some of you may enjoy these, and if so, please feel free to share some of your favorite music.
something else, something I've forgotten, oh I know:
|It's the 20th and I am still on course with my self imposed challenge. 20 poems written so far this month. However I have concluded that non of them is particularly good. The similarity to speed chess occurred to me, it is still chess, but it lacks depth or subtlety.
It has however made me write, so it's not a bad thing to be doing. I plan to continue in January with another project - this time to write just one poem a week, but with some depth. Probably a minimum line count. Planning stage,
|I had a day off, so I decided to tweak my portfolio, and added a couple of sub-folders to my poetry folder. This was possible because I saw that I'd written a few poems that were about art, or music. That said, today's offering is about a fish and chip supper. Incidentally it is not autobiographical, I don't like beer and don't go out drinking anyway. (I do however adore fish and chips).
It's quite fun coming up with something new each day to write about. I do hope to write something specifically for the Winter Solstice next week, I may work on that a little in advance as Fridays are busy at work - and that one will be very busy with people having a blow out before breaking up for Christmas, (for the same reason I shall sacrifice my day off next Thursday as we will probably be busier than usual then too).
|I am sure I was designed to hibernate. I should love to spend most of the winter month's snoozing. If only! But I can't,and as I am in the midst of my own personal poetry challenge for the month, I have to stay awake and write. I did use my 'get out of jail free' card yesterday, and wrote a haiku. Not that I dashed it off, it took a bit of thought to get it right. Today i worked on a poem for my Science Poetry project, which I have posted, although I am sure I shall extend it. It's about the planet Saturn, and I have actually tried very hard to make it more poetic than prose. This is not easy, rhymes for 'hydrogen' or 'polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons' are thin on the ground, although I have to say i think 'polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons' sounds poetic just as it is.
I also have to resist the temptation to explain everything, I'm writing a poem, not an essay. All in all it is a challenging project.
However, tomorrow I plan to have a go at another science poem, to commemorate Voyager 2 leaving the Solar System.
|Day six, and yes six, count them, six new poems as promised. Today's offering is about an engraver Albrecht Dürer. I've enjoyed studying his complex woodcuts. One of the most intriguing is titled Melencolia I.
There used to be an idea about the body containing four humors, (this idea was called Humorism, and it was probably a laugh a minute). The balance of these humors determined the character of each person, and also their health.
The humors (I'm sure you want to know) were Blood, Phlegm, and Yellow and Black Bile. The Melancholic temperament was associated with Black Bile, and as you might expect was generally thought to be a miserable and morose personality. Dürer however shows the contemplative nature of the Melancholic temperament, a more positive depiction than some.
|Advent calendars featured in a magazine article from one of the Sunday papers, we have the Telegraph and the Mirror at work so it was one of them. Various odd and usually very expensive advent calendars were features - but for me the most mind boggling was a sex toys advent. At just over £100, it must rate as one of the most tasteless ways to count down to the birth of Christ.
So here I am on the 3rd December - sans advent calendar I may add, BUT, I have written a poem each day of December so far. So, rather obviously, I have decided to continue, and write a poem for every day of December!
I finished last month having written a couple of poems, one of which was my entry for the Political Poem WDC contest run for November. Too late to change it now, but if you'd be so kind as to peruse it would be very grateful:
|Well there is progress, but not as much as I would like in the translation. I hoped to finish part four off today, but got into stripping paper off a ceiling (do not let it be said that I don't know how to have a good time). There are less than 20 lines to translate - hopefully there won't be quite as many obscure pre-insect lifeforms to track down in them, but I'm not holding my breath.
I'm loving the autumnal sunshine, and the amazing colours of the leaves, along with winter, spring and summer, autumn is my favorite time of year. Not least of which because it has brought new Doctor Who episodes to watch. Doctor Who is the only current television program that I watch. I am very much liking Jodie Whittaker in the role. She was the Doctor within about ten seconds of her first appearance for me, completely won over. Not that I have a problem with a female Doctor, my complaint has long been that the script writing has been awful.
I really enjoyed the first two episodes of the new season, not least of which because the Doctor wasn't saving the universe from the ultimate(ish) horror. This has been in my opinion, overdone. The new stories were much more the Doctor dealing with some local problem, and having fun doing so, though I did scream frustration at the screen when she started channeling David Tennant and started with the sorrys. The Rosa Parks episode that was shown last Sunday, I didn't enjoy, though the actress playing Mrs Parks was excellent, as was the villain of the story. It came over as preachy and heavy handed. It was also unbelievably ridiculous when Yasmin Khan, (played by Mandip Gill) claimed that a class in a British School was named after Rosa Parks.
The companions are great though, and I like the dynamic that is developing between them, all in all I am enjoying Chris Chibnall's take on a character that I have loved for a very long time.
|So who are Mr. Dustin and Mr. Smeems I hear you ask, (or possibly not, but this is a contrived question, so I can supply the answer).
They are members of the D.I.I.R.A. - Department of Introspection,Inspiration and Remedial Actions, and they have been called in to identify why I'm not getting anywhere with my writing, despite now having both a desk,and the peace I need.
I've thought about it a lot, and this short piece explains my conclusion.
My holiday was a disaster, and I came home after just one night. So no extra writing there, but I am determined to do something. Watch this space!