tooth soup

I’m now almost a month into my poetry odyssey, so I thought it was time I updated exactly how I’m feeling about it all. I’m finding that I enjoy reading poetry done by others a lot more than I do writing it. There’s a lot to find in other people’s words, and I enjoy the challenge that each poem (if it’s well written) presents in its unwrapping. My reading of famous poets has been contained to an anthology (The Norton Anthology of Modern and Contemporary Poetry) but it’s a fairly bloody comprehensive one, and though I’ve only made it through less than a quarter of the book there’s been some incredible moments of revelation.

Writing the stuff is fun, still. I don’t think I’m being at all serious about it; there’s definitely an element of play present if you go and read the ones that I’ve posted up here. But I think that’s a good thing to be doing. It’s how children learn to interact with each other and with themselves, and I believe that that is a fitting analogy of where I am with poetry.  Still learning how the blocks fit, then I’ll move on up to Lego (:

Life, in a word, is hot.

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