Yule

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This will be the last post on my blog this year, so I thought I’d make it a festive one. I am looking forward to Christmas this year; looking back on the past year, I have made some important improvements in my life, and I’m genuinely excited for the next decade, despite the political turmoil my country is in. I’ve always thought my thirties will be my most exciting decade, which sucks for my later ones, I guess, but I can be excited for it now, anyway.

So, I’m feeling better this Christmas than I was my last one. Here is a poem I wrote last December, which reflects the more sombre mood as that year drew to a close:

 

Yule

Sparkling lights on dark days. Grey mist and snow upon the hills. Fog and rain. Carols on the radio.

Frantic crowds, caught up in the national wave. Propelled by an imperative.

Christmas pudding by the fire. Walks through dark streets, home.

A collective memory, of childhoods long ago. The excitement of Christmas Eve. Grandparents coming around. Sitting on the carpet, expectantly. The smell of Granny’s tights.

To be that excited again…

Nostalgia for the years gone by. Gone, into sepia. Into dust. Into wine.

A time of looking back to the trodden path; it glistens, overlaid with dew of new days, obscuring the grain.

And looking forward, to the clock that chimes on New Year’s Eve.

This is the passing of the days; the ancient days. When all the world seems to stand still. In peace, in collective memory.

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It’s a bit rough around the edges, I know. I might work on it a bit more. But I thought it was good enough to put up.

On that note, have a good Christmas, everyone, and don’t forget to crack open the Baileys! (Or other sinful beverage of your choice).

I’ll see you in the new year (2020! We’ll be in the future!)
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Avalon

Boatman, sail to me to Avalon:
I want to see it before I die.

We’ll set sail on the black river,
And we shall not dither –
I want to see it before I grow old.

As we draw closer to her shore,
How I will light up inside!
And become more ‘me’ than I’ve ever been.

Bring me the life,
Bring me the freedom,
Only Avalon can bring.

Bring me the parties,
Bring me the wine –
Bring me the dances and the lights.

So merry and gay I’ll be,
And I’ll bet you’ll be so proud of me.

Bring me the laughter,
Bring me the freedom,
Only Avalon can bring.

Please Boatman, take me to Avalon;
I want to see it before I die.

 

From my poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.

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Boatman, take me to Avalon

Welcome to the world of Autodestructsuperstar, where nothing is as it seems. A world projected through mirrors and cameras, smokescreens and camera filters (Please, please, please look at me…).

A world Obscura; Autodestructsuperstar is an exploration of idolatry and celebrity in the 21st century.

Are you ready to set sail?

Well, let’s start wasting, let’s start preparing for the last dance, my darling. Let’s make it a romance, a thing to remember…

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There’s Not Long Left

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There’s not long left of tears and laughter,
Not long left of wine and roses.

I wonder if we shall recall them after?
I wonder what the world will be like then?

Out of a dream we rise from slumber
Each and every day,
Knowing well our days are numbered,
And our paths will fold within a dream.

 

Inspired by Ernest Dowson’s poem, ‘Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam’.

 

Letting

Black bile is leaking from my eyes, my mouth;
I need to let it out onto the page;

This is the only way I can survive;
It is my curse; the price I pay.

A deal was made, long ago,
And the Devil said, “You will have to pay:
If you bleed for me you can have this gift,
Of Insight, and of Clarity,

“But first, you must bleed –
It is the price you have to pay.”

 

I apologize if my poems have been a little depressing of late. A lot of what I’ve been posting recently is old stuff, which is going to go into another poetry collection to be published by myself soon (more details coming soon). I’m a happier person these days, I promise!

Announcement and Update

Pleased to announce my first official poetry collection, Autodestructsuper, is complete and is available as a limited-edition pamphlet. In it are poems I’ve written in the last five years or so, on the themes of celebrity and idolatry in the 21st century. It’s a riveting read, if I say so myself.

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Of course, just as exciting as finishing a project is the prospect of then going on to work on other projects. I have another poetry collection in the pipeline, which I’m rather excited about, but at the moment I’m working on something different: a story inspired by the Alice books by Lewis Carroll.

These stories have always had a weird fascination for me. I studied them at university and I find it incredible how culturally significant they still are. So I want to write an Alice story about an adult Alice in the 21st century. I can’t give too many details yet as it’s still in the planning stage, but I think it will be a long short story or even a novella. Needless to say, I’m excited by it and I hope Lewis Carroll would approve.

I have a Twitter account, by the way, where I will post updates on my progress and sometimes random thoughts. Follow me here. Please do follow me. I would like to connect with other writers and readers. I also have an Instagram account, where I post short poems and sometimes random photos. You can follow me on Instagram here.

That’s all for my announcement and update. Thank you for reading.