First thing's first: Yes, I do have a livejournal, I also keep tabs on my myspace blog, and I did once have a xanga page. So, this new blog may seem a bit excessive, but I will back it up:
My livejournal is pretty personal and, at times, embarassing.
My myspace blog is silly and just for fun.
Xanga is dead.
I intend to use this page for actual work and serious writing. Does this sound good? I write a lot of poems and I am currently working on a play about letter-writing and sister relationships. I will post sections of the play as I write.
Last night I read a poem in front of a fairly large audience for a Make Poverty History charity event. I think it went over pretty well. The poem was an older piece, but I had never read it aloud before. It worked out, but I'm still trying to figure out the kinks in the poem, it looks like it has problems. Or, maybe I should just leave it as it stands. It's from an earlier period so there shouldn't be a need to rework it. It's a documentation of where I was stylistically at that point.
Here's the poem:
as if piece by piece it built up, the foundation already laid and a brick added every day.
must have kept my head turned for a bit, busy with other worries, unnoticed how great the structure changed.
it was a skeleton of a thing (really before- a complete building, then fire, then dismantlement, demolition and reestablishment until it became) a skeleton of a thing with tightly bound beams and bolts, little else.
So bare bones, daylight straight through.
I'd walk past and catch a glimpse of the site everywhere I went.
hard and steely. A work in progress, written off, but complete and completely beautiful
smooth surfaces reflected the sun's beams, shining shone splendour.
but buildings must be built, strong and sturdy
and I lost my track
so soon it was whole.
and I know there's a skeleton living inside
vitality reconfirmed so I light a match.
