2020 Week Three Poetry: For Tomorrow

Here we are at week three already, although it does seem about three months since all of this started. However, the last seven days have been a bit of an up and down affair, with this one of the notable highlights. Poetry’s an odd thing: what might make one person run away screaming will make another appreciate your work unprompted. These five verses  got more likes combined than I’ve managed in several months.

It just goes to prove, you never know. I pushed out of comfort zones. It’s structure that’s unfamiliar yet led me in the right direction every ‘verse.’ It’s nomenclature that feels difficult and yet sits comfortably with the progression. I’m not yet in the realms of smart, clever poets I look at and think ‘God I wish I’d written that‘ but it is honest, concrete progress. That’s all I can really ask for.

Everything right now moves me forward.


For Tomorrow

 

between exhales, pain distributes; adagio’s neat cursive sweep records another day within, despite intentions soundly built, belief collapsed, unhinged.

rhythmic stress, reality’s strained counterpoint: accepting downbeat concrete cadence only marks temporary transitions – release; extensions.

unchaste, canvas torn, counted almost out, rebound; suckered pinch, naught remains: woman down, distract, reconstitute idea, reborn.

constant inhale, cycle toned, repercussions symbolism, adrift no more: aloft, hope for tomorrow brandished; rewarding whole.

inhale optimism’s warm, upward trajectory; second stage preparation bolsters future, definition scored: sharp synonymy dismissing doubt.


Quiet Alone

I’ve decided to theme the next couple of months under a banner. It makes having to think up ideas a bit easier when the coldest of winter days do in my brain, and also allows a bit more forward planning than has previously been the case. There’s a lot of behind the scenes organisation being pushed forward for other stuff as well, to allow me vital time in 2020 to… well, look after myself more.

Therefore, we are starting 2020 with the theme of HOPE because after the last few weeks in the UK, everybody could do with being helped to believe that there are better things ahead. I can’t change the political climate or instantly improve environmental issues that everybody should be considering as urgent, but there are ways and means to make everything better. Hope can help with so much, and not just for ourselves.

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It will also be the first opportunity for me to see if all that practice in the last six months, the numerous rejections and polite silence means I’ve actually learnt anything as a poet. Undoubtedly 2019’s been my journeyman year, lots of polishing and rebuilding the building blocks for larger, more ambitious projects. With the announcement of a 2020 Mslexicon it will be time to try and make the cash required to get myself back to Leeds.

That will mean trying to attract interest in my work, enough that people may pay me for the content. I was reminded yesterday that I only have myself as promotions manager, and if I don’t sell the skills available, nothing’s gonna happen. Therefore, next week there will be some effort to get my donation methods more prominently displayed on my webpages and social media feeds.

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After that, I just have to put in the hours. Success only happens with hard work and application. The hope is, of course, that this year one of those many things I’ve written might finally stick on a target and gain me some much-needed publicity. I read someone say this year that a poet needs to work for five years to create a realistic body of work… which means this could still be a long road.

We will see.

Supper’s Ready

After I failed to get a residency at the local arts collective in March, the idea I’d wanted to work on became End of the Fear. That is the gift that keeps on giving, and it has taught me the value of not assuming that success equals a book deal or a winning submission. Success is not about what other people consider as worthy, it’s your happiness above everything else.

However, my submission did get me noticed enough to win a meeting with the head of the Southend facility (is that the right word, I wonder… hub, perhaps? Community centre?) and a promise I could appear as part of their ‘Future Park’ events: three minutes to sell yourself to the audience, using anything you want as content. In my case, I picked a poem written in January which remains the strongest piece I’ve written all year, ironically submitted for a major prize last week.

That means there will eventually be some pictures of the evening. For now, I am reminded that although using Social media has its own pitfalls, if I wanna be seen in the world, this is the way to do it. With Inktober coming up, there’s a strong temptation to do haiku again, because that was huge fun and I’ve come a long way in two years. My home town is an amazing backdrop for so many things, after all…

There’s a lot to consider on the back of this performance, and next week is an important deadline for a collection I’ve been playing with for over a year now. Today, however, is taking things easy. The stress and adrenaline are still very much in evidence, and so that means no exercise as well as no worrying over what happens next. For now, I celebrate what’s been achieved this year, and what might yet be to come.

Slave to the Rhythm

This time next week, I’ll already be on holiday. Before that happens, however, there are some plans being rearranged. There’s also some other things that it would be lovely to start working on. The biggest single problem, undoubtedly, is time. Most carers will tell you that if you’re parent first and writer second, the latter will always take precedent because of the importance of individual responsibility.

Therefore you find time, whenever you can. 

After counselling, my attitude to a lot of things has inevitably altered, process that is still being considered and refined as time goes on. Sometimes it seems amazing that I finished that journey only five and a bit weeks ago: it feels like months, years since that ended. The reorganisation of factors has also presented both benefit and disadvantage. I know what needs to be done however. In that regard, nothing really has altered at all.

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It does feel like a trip into Wonderland, when all is said and done: doing a weekend in Leeds, re-organising my leisure time, having confidence to stand up and be honest about what bothers me. The plan, going forward, was to do a certain set of things in a particular order, but the reality is that there isn’t enough time available to do so. Therefore, the plan has changed.

Vanity projects have become considerably more important.

I don’t want to talk any more about it just yet, not until I’ve been able to work it what it is I want to do and how it happens. However, there’s a lead in now available in mid-September to this next phase of existence, and that’s what I’m going to aim for. After that, it’s all about how well my knowledge will spread to accomplish what then needs to happen.

If this does work, I’ll be really very happy indeed.

The Fix

I’d like to talk to you today about my side hustle, because everybody has one in the modern world. Poetry was (and still is) not the initial day job plan. I’d like to work on short stories and novels, as well as the prosaic, with the plan going forward to do just that over this Summer. Except, in the modern world, you’re allowed to be good at more than one thing without people getting upset.

Words are, undoubtedly, the things that matter most.

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Proper Bard was established as the landing site for my online output, just as Arguto was meant to be an online fanzine (and still will be, watch this space in October) and so it is only right and proper to launch it with the Places of Poetry project. As you read this, the first poem is indeed live, having been pinned on the official site first, and that’s the plan going forward. My place gives background pictures and history to accompany the official presence.

However, it is only a part of a larger empire of sites and ideas, what will ultimately all fall under the Internet of Words banner. When I started the journey a couple of years ago, that was the plan: all these different strands of media, interconnecting, and becoming a great whole together than exists separately and alone. Thus far, that whole thing seems to be working out pretty well.

Watch this Space for further developments.