Dear real poets
I will never again be mistaken for a real poet. What a shit few weeks.
After a fairly creative first 6 weeks I've felt completely blocked for the
last few. I liked Jen's prompt and drafted a "poem" also trying to fit it
to the prompt of the Melinda Smith workshop I'm doing. It got very dark,
which maybe "froze" me. I laboured over it for days and days. You ever get
the feeling that you're trapped inside a poem and no matter what you do
with it, it's never going to work. Belatedly I abandoned it.
Today I bashed this out. It's a Luwili and an Iluwil. I did a workshop
years ago with Joshua Ip, a Singaporean poet who taught this form. I
haven't tried one for a few years. There's an explanation of the form at
the foot of the page. So when providing feedback, be aware of the fairly
strict constraints.
Thanks for your poems and that podcast looks great Jen.
When will we zoom? This Sunday?
Mike
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