Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Thanks to my housemate Frosty, I’m in possession of a ticket to go and see Ladytron in concert. Woo hoo! Thanks love! Even though he doesn’t read my blog.

A fair while back, I sent M two poems of mine and he sent me back some comments on them. I’m a bit stuck when it comes to what to do with the punctuation of both of them, but these are minor issues. He also seems to think the one on Agamemnon’s death is publishable (very nice of him to say so, personally and professionally his opinion means a lot to me). Initially, I didn’t like it so much when I wrote it, but returned to it a few months after and am warming to it a bit more.

It was actually the product of a writing exercise in Writing Poetry by Julia Casterton - she discussed the death of Agamemnon and then directed us, the reader, to write a poem about how he felt about his death (practically everything about the Ancient Greeks is tragic…).

The other poem is about four lines long. I recently read it to a newer friend of mine, JW, who remarked when I went to get my notebook “How come you don’t know your own poetry off by heart?” You know, I’ve no idea. Why don’t I? I created it, surely you’d think I should…maybe it’s because people never ask me about my stuff so I think it’s not worth memorising (I don’t, actually. Though I should, I’d probably recite it better). I did read it out to him, but was pretty nervous, and read it out quite badly.

I’ll need to work on that. I don’t want to be all Tim Burton and sound dumb when I talk (he interviews really badly - not because he’s stupid, I mean, it’s pretty freaking obvious the man is supernaturally talented. He’s just not confident) or recite my own work. Because then people won’t think it’s worth hearing, if I recite it in a manner that suggests I’m apologising for soiling your ears.

I wish I could be like Fat Cow Poet. She was plenty up herself for the both of us, maybe even a few more people.