Beth Cargill
07-30-2004, 03:26 PM
... wouldn't go amiss.
My name is Beth, and I am a poet.
Or I would be, if I knew what poetry is, what it is for, and what makes a poet.
I consider myself to be a poet because every now and again an idea surfaces from behind the back of my mind and starts slithering around in the ooze, barely visible for a while, before eventually taking over my physical and mental wellbeing, and finally making it onto the page. Think John Hurt in Alien, or the Loch Ness Monster, or irritable Bowel Syndrome, or any other unpleasant process of the uncontrollable manifestation of the 'other' that turns your personal guts.
On the other hand, my poetry is lucid, and appears to be calm and barely emotional. I write free verse and metrical verse, and some poems go through several manifestations of both before being finally abandoned - or 'finished' as I prefer to call it.
I am currently riffing off spam, the women of ancient mythology, (Penelope, Clytemnestra and Cassandra in particular), adultery and fidelity, and... well, just about anything really. I have done a lot of work with repeated line forms, and am crawling my way up to alliteration. I loathe Haiku and have played with Katauta.
I am almost as English as it is possible to be, and live in one of England's prettier spa towns. As a result I like living and working abroad, the more foreign I can be, the more scary it is, the more I end up face to face with my own shadow.
I like English rock, the words in rap but not the music, I had bacon for breakfast and drink 8 pints of water a day.
I can on occasion create puns at conversational speed. I cannot, however, see a statistic without poking it to find out where it came from, and what exactly it thinks it is doing here.
Beth
My name is Beth, and I am a poet.
Or I would be, if I knew what poetry is, what it is for, and what makes a poet.
I consider myself to be a poet because every now and again an idea surfaces from behind the back of my mind and starts slithering around in the ooze, barely visible for a while, before eventually taking over my physical and mental wellbeing, and finally making it onto the page. Think John Hurt in Alien, or the Loch Ness Monster, or irritable Bowel Syndrome, or any other unpleasant process of the uncontrollable manifestation of the 'other' that turns your personal guts.
On the other hand, my poetry is lucid, and appears to be calm and barely emotional. I write free verse and metrical verse, and some poems go through several manifestations of both before being finally abandoned - or 'finished' as I prefer to call it.
I am currently riffing off spam, the women of ancient mythology, (Penelope, Clytemnestra and Cassandra in particular), adultery and fidelity, and... well, just about anything really. I have done a lot of work with repeated line forms, and am crawling my way up to alliteration. I loathe Haiku and have played with Katauta.
I am almost as English as it is possible to be, and live in one of England's prettier spa towns. As a result I like living and working abroad, the more foreign I can be, the more scary it is, the more I end up face to face with my own shadow.
I like English rock, the words in rap but not the music, I had bacon for breakfast and drink 8 pints of water a day.
I can on occasion create puns at conversational speed. I cannot, however, see a statistic without poking it to find out where it came from, and what exactly it thinks it is doing here.
Beth