No, this is not a joke!
Question: What's the quickest way to completely destroy one's chance of getting writing done of an evening?
Answer: Fall asleep at half past six and don't wake up till nine! (Though too much wine also does the trick nicely!)
Well, I knew it was foolish before I closed my eyes, but there's some things one just can't fight after spending a day chasing from here to there with two children.
My elder son had his third meet your teacher visit to school this afternoon (parents go too), we had toddlers this morning and somehow I managed to squeeze in the weekly shop, with younger son, between 8.30am and 9.30am. Oh, and I almost forgot, plenty of ahhing over pictures of one of my friends' four-day-old baby. He is so gorgeous, even if giving birth to him darned near killed my friend, by all accounts!
Anyway, in theory, I am not know writing this blog (see these words are invisible, they're not really here, are they?) but doing something constructive like working on some new poems, sorting out my email backlog, finishing Don Paterson's article in Poetry Review or reading one of my new poetry anthologies. Talking of poetry, Mslexia arrived today and I'm just itching to get reading it...
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Yes, I still haven't finished READINg his piece. I think it must date back a few blogs now since I started it, but so many things seem to get in the way. Trouble is every time I pick it up again, I have to go back a bit to get back into the train of thought/argument. So far, it's not an improve my own writing type of read but it is very interesting in terms of the eternal what is poetry/how do you define a poem? etc question(s).
Seriously, I'm nowhere near brave enough to attempt it in 30 words or more! I haven't even finished reading Paterson's piece yet, which is part one of a two part series of articles. So far, he's talked about things like lyricism and memory comparing/juxtaposing poetry with eg music. It's just made me think about poetry in a different way. I don't suppose I've even taken in a fraction though of what he's actually saying!
"The memory of the symphony, painting, film or novel, however vivid, is no more than that: a memory, or at best a very partial recovery. A story perhaps remains more closely a story, but its structure, not its form of words, remains intact. But if you can remember a poem, you possess it wholly: to remember a poem is the poem,"