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Tonight I entered a Poetry Slam at my University, and although I didn't win, it was a good experience.
Mostly because I normally get so nervous when doing these things, particularly in public.

I did come back richer by two bottles of wine, and although I don't drink, I am sure I can find some use for them.
The poems I read are the recent ones posted here, and my favourite by Michael Ondaatje- The Time Around Scars.

It was also nice to hear live poetry, which I was surprised to hear that it was mostly things people had written themselves.
I also cannot complain that it was nice and quiet in the union for once.

I hope they do more, and that in future there is a bigger and better turnout, particularly from the writing students!
renface: Cartoon drawing of myself kicking the air. (Default)
 A light is gone
The end is born
A soul moves on
No time to mourn

The end is born
All choices made
No time to mourn
Just honour paid

All choices made
The crowd rejoice
Just honour paid
In one loud voice

The crowd rejoice
For insight gained
In one loud voice
All is explained

For insight gained
The great reward
All is explained
The self restored

The great reward
A light is gone
The self restored
A soul moves on

Pantoum

Mar. 5th, 2010 08:16 pm
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When the rest of the world is dead
Unruly thoughts keep me awake
Alone in the prison of my bed
My eyes begin to twitch and ache

Unruly thoughts keep me awake
The motions of the day in flight
My eyes begin to twitch and ache
To ease the pain I arise and write

The motions of the day in flight
When the rest of the world is dead
To ease the pain I arise and write
Alone in the prison of my bed
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For once I'm not the only one
There's someone else who shares my cause
Our life has only just begun No need to search, my job is done Accepting you with all your flaws For once I'm not the only one
There's someone else who shares my cause

The scent you left has become bland
For everything these days is mist
I cannot see beyond my hand The scent you left has become bland My ears no longer hear demands Beyond my work nothing exists The scent you left has become bland
For everything these days is mist

If only this were not the end
And you would hear my voice again
Perhaps life would go on and mend
If only this were not the end
Your bedside I cannot attend
My actions I cannot explain
If only this were not the end
And you would hear my voice again

A Good Day

Mar. 5th, 2010 06:48 pm
renface: Cartoon drawing of myself kicking the air. (Default)
Yay, thanks to [personal profile] temaris I finally have an account.
In theory I'm going to use this mostly for [community profile] scans_daily posting and commenting, but I figure I can repost my Blogger stuff as well.

I have had a good and very successful day. Firstly a good scriptwriting class. My outline and premise had some decent feedback; it's onto the script and pitch now. Instead of a lunch break I participated in a flash mob with the Performing Arts students making a giant game of human Snake. In the afternoon I had a Poetry/Prose class, where I gave a presentation on narrative voice in Terry Pratchett's Discworld, and looked at the forms of the sonnet, triolet and pantoum. As I didn't feel upto writing a sonnet just yet I opted for a triolet and pantoum, which were received well.

Good times. Whee.

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