these are really beautiful. they conjur up intense images and moments. in reading them again and again, as you must, each reading draws out a different emphasis or colour...feeling...meaning or question as to the mind and mood of the writer at the time. very much a stream of consciousness. i wonder how they make you feel now, many years after? Are the awakened memories the same as your memories were before the reading? had you forgotten them? the defrosting of a frozen moment.
Thank you! And your re-reading is the highest compliment.
There’s certainly a stream of consciousness thing going on, for sure, although I was always mindful of the cadence. So a lot of the rhymes are sort of concealed (which is telling, of course).
It is a bit strange reading them 20 years later actually. They were definitely expressions as much of a pure feeling than anything else, although there were definite conscious memories inserted into the flow. Like that bit in the first one ‘An accident waiting to happen/unnoticed under conscious pattern’.
I like that - defrosting of a frozen moment. It’s not that I’d forgotten them so much as filed them away, kind of thing. Writing all these poems was a way of doing that, I suppose - encapsulating those memories/moments/feelings and then being able to close that file and put it away somewhere. Kind of self-therapy, I suppose.
Thank you! It took a lot for me to put these out there. So it shows I’m getting better and this is one of the reasons why I am so grateful for the likes and the lovely comments. Especially yours, because I know you sort of understand all this stuff.
Thank you! I’m sort of blushing a little because I’m also glad I’m sharing it and having all these lovely comments, which really mean the world to me. It’s a big thing to do with poetry because it’s like removing all the shielding and allowing people to see the fractured but lovely soul inside.
Your mentioning of Plath the other day was a brilliant compliment. I shall have to go read our Bell Jar again. Without fear of electrocution.
The Bell Jar was recommended to me by my A level English teacher. I was hooked. Stayed with me. No idea where my original copy is. After doing my dissertation on Plath, Sexton and Friedan, I think I'd had enough 😂 would like to read it again someday though.
I think it’s good to leave things in some box somewhere for years and years and only then re-read them. I think some things we can cope with better when we get a little older.
This was such a great read!! The way you collide history, desire, and technology in Eyeful feels both disillusioned and electric. Twisted metal and you are a twittering woman’ that line hit. Can’t wait to read more of your work.
Thank you! I’m so pleased you liked it! ‘Disillusioned and electric’ - I only wish I’d have thought of that phrase!
I really hope you like the rest of the collection. I am actually in the process of getting it ready for (self-)publication. Hopefully by next week perhaps. In the meantime, there’s quite a lot more already posted…
these are really beautiful. they conjur up intense images and moments. in reading them again and again, as you must, each reading draws out a different emphasis or colour...feeling...meaning or question as to the mind and mood of the writer at the time. very much a stream of consciousness. i wonder how they make you feel now, many years after? Are the awakened memories the same as your memories were before the reading? had you forgotten them? the defrosting of a frozen moment.
Thank you! And your re-reading is the highest compliment.
There’s certainly a stream of consciousness thing going on, for sure, although I was always mindful of the cadence. So a lot of the rhymes are sort of concealed (which is telling, of course).
It is a bit strange reading them 20 years later actually. They were definitely expressions as much of a pure feeling than anything else, although there were definite conscious memories inserted into the flow. Like that bit in the first one ‘An accident waiting to happen/unnoticed under conscious pattern’.
I like that - defrosting of a frozen moment. It’s not that I’d forgotten them so much as filed them away, kind of thing. Writing all these poems was a way of doing that, I suppose - encapsulating those memories/moments/feelings and then being able to close that file and put it away somewhere. Kind of self-therapy, I suppose.
Your voice is so different here. Poems which are impactful, laden with emotion and deeply resonant. Congratulations on such marvellous writing.
Thank you! It took a lot for me to put these out there. So it shows I’m getting better and this is one of the reasons why I am so grateful for the likes and the lovely comments. Especially yours, because I know you sort of understand all this stuff.
Lovely poetry, Evelyn. I'm glad you're sharing it with the wider world.
Thank you! I’m sort of blushing a little because I’m also glad I’m sharing it and having all these lovely comments, which really mean the world to me. It’s a big thing to do with poetry because it’s like removing all the shielding and allowing people to see the fractured but lovely soul inside.
Your mentioning of Plath the other day was a brilliant compliment. I shall have to go read our Bell Jar again. Without fear of electrocution.
The Bell Jar was recommended to me by my A level English teacher. I was hooked. Stayed with me. No idea where my original copy is. After doing my dissertation on Plath, Sexton and Friedan, I think I'd had enough 😂 would like to read it again someday though.
I think it’s good to leave things in some box somewhere for years and years and only then re-read them. I think some things we can cope with better when we get a little older.
This was such a great read!! The way you collide history, desire, and technology in Eyeful feels both disillusioned and electric. Twisted metal and you are a twittering woman’ that line hit. Can’t wait to read more of your work.
Thank you! I’m so pleased you liked it! ‘Disillusioned and electric’ - I only wish I’d have thought of that phrase!
I really hope you like the rest of the collection. I am actually in the process of getting it ready for (self-)publication. Hopefully by next week perhaps. In the meantime, there’s quite a lot more already posted…