Thursday, May 07, 2009

Cyclops

My left eye hurts right now from the eye ointment I'm using to purge my eye of my Berlin sty. Closing my eye helps a little bit, but when I open it again, everything is blurry.

So, I'm sitting at my desk, hair slightly falling over my face, and typing this with one eye closed. I've just drank some camomile, honey and vanilla tea, and I'm counting down the minutes until lunch.

Aside from the eye thing, just a typical day.

I found out that UA Fanthorpe died recently. I studied her work for my English Lit A-Level, and her poems are some of the only poetry I can stomach. Her poems about the buried rivers in London, the parson's response to Coleridge, and the Mary Rose poems still continue to inspire me, even though they are all but semi-forgotten lines and whispered ideas now at the back of my head. I saw her once at a conference we were dragged to at school, where she read her work and answered questions. She was truly remarkable, and that was the first time I realised that to be a poet you didn't have to be a dead male. If you haven't read any of her works, I wholeheartedly recommend them.

Off on my travels later, so am planning on doing some writing on the train, so long as it's not too crowded. I'm thinking of having some time off soon to concentrate a bit more on my work, but it's a bit tricky at the minute. Anyhow, I'll keep you posted on how things are going, as always! *Squinty.

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