Turns out that I did manage to get a poem into page seventeen. I wasn't too sure, but it looks like everything worked out! Very happy about that since it's the first time on of my poems has been published in a book. I've had a few online or in magazines/newspapers, but this is something that I can actually put in a bookshelf, or alternatively use as a coaster, as I have just realised that that is what it is currently doing - my bad!
Currently reworking the plot of my fantasy series so that it has a more concrete ending and more credible conclusions. Politics are not my forte, so I'm expanding my awareness of factionalism while trying to come up with more believable character responses. Fun times. Also working through chapter two of thesis and looking for some more 'new' ideas to connect to readings of Sappho's fragment 31. Yay!
Heading off to tutoring in forty-five minutes. I suppose I should probably get back to work.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Traffic lights, poetry and procrastination
Still planning on writing a collection of poems orientated around Hong Kong. Since I will be going up there in a few weeks' time, I'm hoping to get some concrete ideas sorted out so that I can churn out some more polished pieces while I'm up there. I need to take some photos so that I've got a bit of colour to work with as well. Hopefully I can pick up a decent, cheap camera while I'm there. Should be a lot of fun, considering my spending money runs out pretty sharpish!
Also currently scrounging around for some new ideas to play around with. At the moment traffic lights are proving to be pretty entertaining, if a tad difficult to introduce to a poem. I think this is going to require some more editing, but so far this is what I have:
"Crossing"
Traffic laws, stencilled between pavements,
are lexical boundaries.
Bitumen and concrete mould seams and
borders are pulped, lost beneath
bamboo beams and flashing signs.
When it rains at night, the buildings (lime bleached
white lit) shiver like horses
left out over winter.
No transgression
signals advance or retreat.
The known spaces close ranks,
flanking traffic lights
with divisions not named.
Needs to be a bit less vague, but I'm aiming for stronger images and fewer abstractions (or at least, less clumsy combinations of the two). Either way, that's it for the chopping board at the moment.
Getting published in four, possibly five places now. Yay!
Also currently scrounging around for some new ideas to play around with. At the moment traffic lights are proving to be pretty entertaining, if a tad difficult to introduce to a poem. I think this is going to require some more editing, but so far this is what I have:
"Crossing"
Traffic laws, stencilled between pavements,
are lexical boundaries.
Bitumen and concrete mould seams and
borders are pulped, lost beneath
bamboo beams and flashing signs.
When it rains at night, the buildings (lime bleached
white lit) shiver like horses
left out over winter.
No transgression
signals advance or retreat.
The known spaces close ranks,
flanking traffic lights
with divisions not named.
Needs to be a bit less vague, but I'm aiming for stronger images and fewer abstractions (or at least, less clumsy combinations of the two). Either way, that's it for the chopping board at the moment.
Getting published in four, possibly five places now. Yay!
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