I just wanted to put a brief note here as a reminder to my Future Self that the project with YES (York Ending Stigma) for Time to Talk day was wholly magnificent. I’m SO pleased with how it went down and the exposure it got, and it has absolutely galvanized me to do something similar for Mental Health Awareness Week in May.
Thank you again to Emma at YES, and all the people who supported me with the project. The poetry can now be put into a .PDF file and prepared to go to Amazon…
Every day in 2022 I’ll post six lines of unique poetry on Twitter, and then archive it here for posterity with some additional observations. Here is Poem #16:
This poem is explained with ten minutes of video, available to you if you’d like to sign up to my Ko-Fi Sub Model here. If you don’t want to do this, I respect and accept that choice, and choose as a result not to share the details. Welcome to Late-Stage Capitalism 😀
Right, had planned to do this starting Monday. Today however has presented a peach. It would be foolish not to capitalize.
#1 in a series of How to Improve your Twitter Gameplay: Don’t Just Follow ANYBODY…
Random people will reply to anything. When they reply to YOUR Tweet, you have three choices:
1. Ignore them
2. Do some Homework, then ignore/follow them
3. Follow them
Now, some might argue that it’s just easier to do either 1 or 3 and move on. No, you should ALWAYS DO 2.
The lucky few can never follow anyone. Most of us do an exchange of worth/energy calculation at some point in the process. I know many want to follow everybody: my limit is about 600 or so. After that, my brain just implodes, but this is not my story, we’re talking Best Practice.
Increasing numbers of professionals I know just mute and block anyone who looks shifty, they don’t even bother. I get this completely. Life really is too short. However, you can learn valuable lessons by checking who you are talking to before the conversation starts:
– Do they have pictures in their profile – How many people do they follow – How many people follow them – When was the last time they tweeted – If they have links in their bio, where do they go to – Who were the last 10 people they followed – What’s in their ‘media’ section
Unless it’s someone I know or someone who’s clearly being an adult on twitter dot com, I will not put finger to keys without having checked out all of these first.
Honestly, when was the last time you checked who you’re following?
Old accounts are often hijacked and used to spam cryptocurrency ads, or magically alter to become porn bots. That moment when you can’t work out why you’re losing followers? More than likely, Twitter found robot accounts and deleted them. It shouldn’t be their job.
Mostly, I’m here to point out that as the New year has begun, why not check your followers and following lists and have a bit of a clearout?
If that means losing me, all preachy and suggesting you need to do the work once in a while?
TOTALLY UNDERSTAND BRO.
Here endeth the first Guide: I’ll be saving these from Twitter, more for reference for myself than anything else.
I’m a picky bugger when it comes to poetry: there’s no point beating about the bush. It either moves me with the force of a storm, or I’m left largely cold. It only now occurs to me that this may not make for objective reviews, but if I’m up front now, it makes stuff a lot easier going forward. As I sat last night, deciding this would be the moment to consider other people’s output in my own words, I knew what it was that prompted the decision: Susan read this week at an Open Mic I was also a part of. The piece that made me want to buy her collection also taught me something I didn’t know. Go read about Lithopedion like I did, and be amazed.
Performance, however it transpires, needs to move something within those who watch if it is to be successful. Susan’s performance in the Open Mic was part of a pretty transformative evening for me overall, and having now had time to properly absorb her pamphlet from Selcouth Station it’s apparent that that brief moment of insight [Stone Babies] was a pretty good indicator of this collection’s potency. There’s wanting weaved within these poems, acknowledgement of emotional depth and strength [The Dolls’ House] with a considered splash of genuine wonder [Owl]. There is so much to lose yourself within here, to consider in the sphere of your own experience. With that in mind, [Hope] is the stand-out poem for me in this selection.
The other benefit of making time to see poets read their work is the insight it gives you as to how individual craft is approached and honed. Susan’s depth of field and shifts in focus transform photographic pieces into complex, three-dimensional structures with hidden depths, which make you wonder exactly where the words will take you if you’re brave enough to follow them. I want to come back to [Magpie Eggs (Two for Joy)] and understand the relationship Susan creates between herself and nature, to work out how that might help me better manipulate my own words to the same end.
In the end, as a poet, I reckon you need to learn something from every poet you read, because every day should be a school day, regardless of your ability. Susan’s taught me to be less afraid of the fantastical, of spinning a thought beyond my eyeline or just out of reach. I’m quite a practical poet, when all is said and done, and for a while poems like this made me wonder how it was possible to imagine such things, that clearly can’t be real… except, in Susan’s hands, they are. The fear that’s here is signposted too, with confidence and belief, and I know what is possible when you can harness that power to do your own bidding. Add some education along the way, and a new direction appears.
Buy this pamphlet, and you will not be disappointed.
We have news, and it’s again very good: another piece has been accepted for submission. There is no idea as yet as to when and where you’ll be able to find it, but it proves for me a potent point. The first idea is often the best one you’ll ever have. I’ve let myself wander away a bit from that path in the last few months, but we’re back here now.
More significantly, that means that there’s been work published every month since July. I have two Open Mics booked for this month and October. The relaunch of Subscription content has been better than I had anticipated, but will need hard work if I am to capitalize on these successes. In the end, getting people to believe in you is hard work. Who knew?
I’ll have a graphic up next week and a proper list of where you can read / hear my work, plus there’s a bit of rejected creative writing from the start of this period of fruitfulness that might not have succeeded in its particular contest slot, but which remains a fairly potent indicator of not only where I am now, but where things are going.
Most importantly, you’ll see #Instaverse back here on Monday.
I’m tired of offering to help people and being ignored/passed over as I’m clearly not high profile enough as part of a personal agenda. It happens far too often. Be fair, or people won’t help you any more.
Anxiety is my nemesis right now, that and a rather significant sense of mental exhaustion. One is undoubtedly linked to the other, and are likely to increase in their ability to inconvenience as time goes on. This poem celebrates the day that I got my act together and resolved to sort out this issue once and for all… It won’t ever be totally fixed, but I can learn how to manage it better… and that’s where we are now. Onwards and upwards!
My Monday began with a broken kitchen sink tap. Everything was fixed by teatime, but in the intervening period, and awful lot changed. It’s odd how these things present themselves, as I remember the last time this happened. I appreciate all the support and understanding as a result. Welcome to a new stage of our journey 😀
I retook the Myers-Briggs Personality Test last week, as part of a Patreon marketing course, and it turns out I’m an Advocate. That means I’m the one in your Twitter feed pushing you to follow your dreams or suggesting ways you could improve your existence. As a result, we now have a poem for that. I sense there will be poetry for lots of new personality quirks going forward…