I haven't posted on here a while. I'm not really sure why I'm saying that or why anyone should ever say that as if apologizing to their legions of fans but ANYWAY
News is, as far as typing to a blank screen goes, I guess that I'm going to Mere Literary Festival on sunday to collect 1st and 2nd junior poetry prize....me n my parents tearin' up Wiltshire one poetry reading at a time..
My reading should be comfortably terrible considering my voice sounds like a tractor and people at my new college keep asking me if i'm 'still being sarcastic or not' and if i'm 'genuinely excited'.
Anyway here are the poems I won with:
The Dentist Episode
I unfold before you.
Prehistoric beverages excavated
by minty-fresh mini-drills
open-mouth thrills, and
long-forgotten lollipops
- demolished.
Your light interrogates cavities
Courtesy of some white-robed
divine vision, or celebrity
of the dentist's room.
Wordlessly, I marvel
at your rubber healing hands
that terrorize plaque
in crowded cracks
using sandpaper little strands
packing a punch for tongue plains.
By twelve, I leave clean and sinless.
Watching Day Break the Balcony
It is over.
The mood is down, and the sun is up.
Guitar strings, dangling like droplets from stars
have laid down to rest. The sun rules victorious.
Scrubs night’s corners clean.
The day is notorious
for new beginnings.
Where the light was soft,
with moonlight kisses for some,
and entwined pale bodies with milky light,
the day is hard.
Where night’s cover
let lovers run
with freedom filled lungs,
there was no tomorrow
till the day won.
It's somehow ended up that all I post on here is poetry, which is never really what I planned and also perhaps gives the impression I sit around translating my texts into olde English for jokez and crying in the bath, which is not entirely the impression I'd want anyone to get I guess. Not that this blog was ever going to be about my life; I don't go shopping and discover 'stylish London folk' on the streets or have sex with band drummers (holla if ya interested though)..recent highlights of my actual existence include rediscovering telly, waking up covered in puke, my FATHER having carried me up the stairs and discovering Edgware Road actually has really nice restaurants? Asian men and asian popstar telly all round.
I was just telling Ruqy that basically my blog is the most boring thing ever and unless you're Faith and take a charming interest in all things creative it's probably not all the interesting. I keep wanting to write about little stupid things I find out about and then not? I'll get on that. I'm so full of all these handy little facts that are just really fun to whip out, even if you're not with people.
I had to delete the paragraph about Spain due to unprecedented facebook addage... I am not going to become some weird cyber-formed weirdo..
Also I'm getting involved in my friend's new zine, which she has asked me to submit poems for - and anything I feel passionate about. Isn't that nice?! Things are always the most exciting when they're the fruit of individuals from scratch; everyone's got free reign and Ground Zero is the most exciting place to be! It will hopefully be coming out later this year, slammin' shelves all over east london..
I don't want to say lots but anyway I'm excited about it and will post again about it when things happen.
Lastly, here are some photos of Chris semi-naked...thought it might boost my blog views:
anyway yeah I will become an exciting person some time soon, I'll let you know
