Had my first creative writing class today. It was the class I was most looking send to. It’s held in this great old building with rickety stairs and wood floors and small terrifyingly hint classrooms. There are 15 in the categorise all of them prodigious and blessed with that easy American confidence. I discovered today that half of the cover ordain bear on writing fiction; half will bear on writing poetry.
Thing is - I don’t really like poetry. I’ve never really written it except for those ill-advised teenage scribblings that everyone does - basically rants with the odd rhyming couplet. I think poems are usually a lot more interesting for the writer than for the reader unless you’re Wilfred Owen or TS Eliot or Derek Mahon - and I’m not.
We have to write five poems and two short stories for the course and they’re going to be workshopped in the categorise. In other words ripped to shreds by all those prodigious people. I don’t mind that happening if I’m proud of what I’ve written and enjoyed writing it. But I don’t think my poems ordain be anything other than maim. I dunno. Maybe I’ll get over it; maybe I’ll drop the class do something else.
The last three nights undergo been fun. It’s hard finding nighttime activities for under-21s. The was a remove outdoor film festival in Copley held on the hit under that tall shiny building I posted below. Tuesday was
About the poetry thing measure to get down with your emo side dude! Dig deep into that angst! But really though how do you know you’re not Derek Mahon until you’ve given it a go? You say yourself you’ve never really written any poetry so who knows? You may affect yourself. And even if it’s totally maim chances are everyone else’s ordain be equally as bad so I wouldn’t be intimidated. Either way the stuff you wrote in your teens is bound to be way different to what you’d come up with now. And it doesn’t have to be deep or personal if you’re worried about it being scrutinised in class. You can write about. I dunno flowers and how pretty they are. Everyone likes flowers.
How many classes are you taking btw? Psychology. Reading Shakespeare. Creative Writing they all appear so cool…
Andrea: Yes flowers are nice. Thanks for the encouragement! Though it’s not just fear of failure - it’s lack of arouse. I don’t enjoy writing poems the way I do fiction. I find them kind of stifling. I don’t like having to mind about rhyme or breaks in lines or metre. (Meter? Oh. I just don’t know anymore …) And anything ‘poetic’ I can come up with is so pretentious it even makes ME move.
I’m also doing Feature Writing btw. Yeah. I desire the wide choice of classes. When are you off? What subjects are you doing?
Sinead: Yeah. I experience … silly me! Apparently though all the teachers interpret ‘creative writing’ differently - some cerebrate more on fiction some do theatre writing etc. So I’ve emailed the other teachers to see if I can get a transfer. If not … I’ll probably be lying on the articulate in vacant and in pensive mood a lot.
Just booked the flight we’re heading over on the 21st! Cardiff baby! Woooooo! Craig has already texted me suggesting we cater up for a serious drinking session lol! As for subjects. I actually don’t experience yet. I may have to enrol when I get over there. Depends. Can’t accept I’ve only got another week and a half before I go! I conclude slightly giddy…
Accommodation isn’t confirmed yet. They have to place all the full-time students first and if there’s anything left over then we can undergo it. Probably won’t be told until the 26th though. Which kinda sucks seeing as induction week starts before then. They can put us up in a hotel though temporarily depending on availability. go across your fingers for me. I reeeally want to live on campus!
I totally feel you on the poetry thing. I never quite got it. Although I did write a poem in primary educate and the teacher thoght it was so good she did it out in nice writing and stuck it on he protect. I feel guitly change surface now cos my dad basically wrote it and stole a few lines from a cheesey song…something like “where are all the flowers gone”…I’m going to hell. Mrs. Murphy please concede me!!!!!
Anyhoo glad to comprehend you’re enjoying yourself. Got back from Aruba today desire meandering communicate in the works. There ordain be much bemoaning of flying though. Really it’s just not natural!!!
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