Moving On Up

I can still remember with vivid joy the arrival one Christmas of my first ever typewriter. It didn’t last long, however: this was the early 1980’s, and there was already talk of personal computers quickly superseding the need for such antiquated items, especially as work could be saved and returned to without fear of data loss. In our house, in the early years of my relationship with my now husband was a Commodore for gaming, plus an Amstrad for word processing, using Locoscript.

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By Marcin Wichary from San Francisco, U.S.A. – Amstrad PCW 8512, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3481787

A lot has changed in those intervening 30 or so years: it’s my gaming rig that now serves as a word processor (I use Libre Office as it’s free and not Microsoft) but in the last few months there’s been some alarming restarts and freezes which my PC knowledge knows means my hard drive’s on the way out. Add to this a graphics card that regularly overheats and it is high time a replacement is found. However, I don’t want new.

Once upon a time, that was not the case, but now with all the issues around me in terms of consumerism and climate change, it seems only right and appropriate to go reconditioned where I can. Therefore, I’ve found a second hand desk larger than the second hand desk I’m currently using, and during the upcoming half term will be rearranging my working space which has been this way for the last 14 months.

Basically, it is time to expand.

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The biggest problem is that I’ve run out of wall space. Stuff is planned across one wall currently, and it is simply not large enough for what it is I want to achieve. Therefore, I’ll be shifting position and the sofa will be moving back to this space which it inhabited for many years. That too probably needs replacing, but with the current economic uncertainty…? That might well have to wait a while.

For now, however, this is a project that is going to grant me great joy, and hopefully rearrange the front room a bit in the process. I’ll make sure everything’s has pictures taken as we go too, so it can become a proper transition from one space to another.

I’m really rather looking forward to this.

Inside my Head

Constant, rhythmic hum: this, good enough
door was locked, keys in bag
don’t panic; daily resonance
better existence with design
reminders Posted, multicoloured door
minutiae underpins each forward step
slow renaissance from perceived inept.

How lucky they all are, unbound
explanation not required, I’m sound
inside my head’s vast golden place
without bazillion checks, hard balances
foot to foot, Warrior’s stance contrives
expectant moment, incoming empire’s fall
from everything to absolutely none at all.

You have no clue how lucky you all are.

The End

It’s National Poetry Day and for the occasion I’ve produced a work that’s meant to go in a Tweet: it’s not like blogging is dead and buried but we all know that Social media is where it’s at (baby) with your handy graphics and hashtag accompaniment. This is the start however of something big: I am ready to write poetry on mental illness. Whether anybody is ready to read it is quite another matter, but that’s where the train’s now heading so HANG ON EVERYBODY.

 


I like the idea of truth as not just a positive: there’s bound to be a raft of feeling enlightened in the poetry today (for obvious reasons) but for me, truth is not necessarily freedom. It’s why the #IoWFaith project’s become a bit more important than was at first grasped: asking the difficult questions often provides unexpected answers. In my case, those solutions are an entry point to a larger, more complex set of discussion topics…

Also, I’m playing with the idea of animation for the first time. This is very generic, and templated. However, the possibilities moving forward are as limitless as both ability and imagination.

What can be made from my words, I wonder?

Regeneration

Tomorrow, as some of you may have noticed, is October. Because of unavoidable personal circumstances, none of the fiction that I wanted to enter for a major contest got done at the end of this month. It’s still sitting there now, taunting me with its unfinishedness. In this case, like it or not, reality beat aspiration.

We’ll deal with my demons, the anger that resulted plus what happens next on Wednesday. There’ll be an extra bonus post on Thursday too, to coincide with National Poetry Day (see above) which is in its 25th year. I’ve used this as a crowbar to insert myself back into the business of content too… so you get a general theme for October.

Faith

Because of my husband’s continued hospitalisation, and the pressures that has created, I’m not ready as yet to restart what was scheduled content. Instead (as as I’m doing a lot of travelling across my county at present) we’ll be taking photographs and using 31 single-word prompts as a means of generating poetry for the month of October.

This is inspired by the concept of Inktober (and it’s many derivations), which many of my artist friends will be taking part in starting tomorrow. That means finding 31 words that will challenge and inspire me to think not only about the subject matter, but how I find my own way through belief and understanding in an increasingly complex world.

You’ll see Thursday 3rd’s word is Truthwhich is the theme for National Poetry Day.

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I’m looking forward to flexing my creative muscles for this project, with the first few days worth of output already in the scheduling queue. You’ll see the posts on Instagram and my Twitter feed (both @Internetofwords) at 9am and 5pm GMT respectively. This will also give me some much needed time to get back up to speed with my ‘normal content’ which I hope to restart late in October.

I look forward to hearing your feedback and thoughts.

Noises Off

So I promised a review of Thursday’s gig. I’m tempted to do it in rhyme, but my brain’s pretty much fried after the stress of last week, coupled with this week’s workload. So, in the absence of actual ability…?

Bullet points, go!

  • The Chalkwell venue is cracking, I hadn’t realised just how welcoming and conducive to performance it is. The acoustics are lovely (no mike needed) and so that was the first hurdle successfully overcome.
  • I got there ridiculously early so everything could be scoped out and walked around, thus assuaging my location anxiety (which is considerable) allowing brain and body to feel comfortable (which they then did.)
  • There was the chance to go first. I’ll always go first. Last is torture. Headline acts need to start early, and support can do the later shit. This needs to become a Thing.
  • One poem ( [Fifty]: /Two ) went down incredibly well. Randomly, people came and complimented me. This was a surprise my brain was not actually ready for. I’m still not over that joy.

Official pictures will appear later this week and when they do I’ll update the front page: needless to say I am VERY happy with how everything turned out. Time will be spent this weekend getting a Residency application sorted out. It is time to take my Internet Poetry Opus to the next level with some space and time: using the space as a means to plan the way forward.

I’m also reasonably confident this content is enough off the beaten track to be interesting as a pitch, with the work pretty much complete as is. What I’d like is the opportunity to perform it, with some audio visual accompaniment, and that will need space and time to plan and organise. Needless to say, it’s gotta be worth a try and if it fails, I’ll do it anyway.

This is, of course, how End of the Fear came into being in the first place.

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Needless to say I’m pretty excited about the fact that in 2019, I’ve performed my poetry live at three different venues. 

Who knows what 2020 will bring…

Stones in the Road

That’s not how I expected the last couple of weeks to pan out, all told.

I’ve said elsewhere that I don’t want to talk about what’s happened: what’s done is done, and there’s no point in picking certain events to pieces. However, what this does mean going forward is a process of recovery which has put into relief other parts of my life that were being neglected pre-illness. In that regard, this is the right moment to take stock and consider what happens now.

There are a number of submissions I’ll do this month, but less than planned. I have a speaking gig booked locally for the 19th of this month, which is a priority. After that, everything else can wait. Therefore, this site and the Twitter account will go on hiatus until October 1st. This gives an opportunity to sort the world around me out a bit more (and it needs it) before coming back both fitter and stronger.

There are some other things too that happened whilst I was away. Whether or not I managed to get featured or not is yet to be seen: I’ll be poking the people concerned over this during the week to see if they can tell me if my consent form was worth the effort I had to make to get it printed whilst on holiday. Whatever happens, it’s been an eye opening fortnight.

Here’s to more surprises going forward.

Holiday

Apologies that this week’s been a bit quieter than I’d hoped, but with A Level results yesterday and some Real Life stuff to deal with, the priority inevitably has not been here. Therefore, it makes sense now as I’m getting ready for some time away to pull down the site shutters a little earlier than anticipated. After all, that massive pile of washing is not going to finish itself…

Therefore, I’ll see you back here in exactly two weeks from today (29th August) where we’ll pick up where everything was left off. That means DAILY POETRY RETURNS in September, plus the weekly story… and some NEW THINGS that I really hope will start a redefinition of my journey. Oh yeah, and we’ll talk about the gig I’m doing in September as well…

I’ll sithee.

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