for a bloody long time now and I just get in and out of the mood of writing so quickly, poems are scarce and few and far between. The other day I went on a walk with a very old friend and for the first time in ages I thought about writing. He said that he saw me more as a writer than as an artist and I just brushed it aside thinking he really remembers me as a writer because that’s the phase I was in at the time. However now thinking back about the conversation and also my de-motivation in the art world, it seems to make sense that putting my energies into a different sort of creativity might not be a bad idea.
The thing I like about writing is that it can be done anywhere, anytime and the thing I like about writing poetry is that it can end anywhere, anytime and can capture single moments in time. I’ve always liked memories so that’s a pretty good place to start. So my collection was always going to be about all the places I’ve lived, because there are lots of places to cover and there have been some rather interesting events too. But I feel as though I can’t just write poems without doing as much research as possible so I’ve taken upon the mammoth task of writing my memoirs first in a bid to jog some memories that could be made into poems. These memoirs will never be read by anyone but me and I’ve even come across a site that will help me put these memories in order. I’ve always had a problem with people writing autobiographies at ridiculous ages and now here I am writing my own at the ridiculous age of 29. Still if it serves a purpose then I’ll just have to accept it.
