In just a year this blog has had over two and half thousand views (I think actually maybe even past 3000 and close to 4); for a blog which consists of my meanderings of Europe and poetry which of late has slowed I am incredibly honoured to get at least a few views every day.
That means I have now passed 6000 views, as of this week, and I should probably give the readers who come back and expect something...that something. It has been a long time coming but as you will know that from starting in Helsinki I became very interested in writing poetry and I wrote an awful lot; if you follow me on twitter you will have seen me talking about Coffee Sonnets - these weren't published but I wrote a collection of 40 - inspired from my thoughts that day and from the confines of the cafe I sat in.
In the dream world of my head I wanted to publish these but as of yet they are unedited and actually pretty s***. At least, the very first one I wrote is and it has almost completely changed on my second review of it.
So the something that I am going to give is a new project - alongside my final semester at Uni, my placement with a collective of poets and my attempts at finding a job. If you care to bear with me I am going to re-edit one of these sonnets each week and publish it on here, at the same time I will post the original so you can see the changes I made and hopefully see how far the poem will have progressed.
The very first sonnet I wrote was not a Coffee Sonnet, that was something I came up with later and so that can begin my new project. They are untitled and instead, like a boring poet and copier I will number them. I hope you enjoy them and thanks for the views!
That means I have now passed 6000 views, as of this week, and I should probably give the readers who come back and expect something...that something. It has been a long time coming but as you will know that from starting in Helsinki I became very interested in writing poetry and I wrote an awful lot; if you follow me on twitter you will have seen me talking about Coffee Sonnets - these weren't published but I wrote a collection of 40 - inspired from my thoughts that day and from the confines of the cafe I sat in.
In the dream world of my head I wanted to publish these but as of yet they are unedited and actually pretty s***. At least, the very first one I wrote is and it has almost completely changed on my second review of it.
So the something that I am going to give is a new project - alongside my final semester at Uni, my placement with a collective of poets and my attempts at finding a job. If you care to bear with me I am going to re-edit one of these sonnets each week and publish it on here, at the same time I will post the original so you can see the changes I made and hopefully see how far the poem will have progressed.
The very first sonnet I wrote was not a Coffee Sonnet, that was something I came up with later and so that can begin my new project. They are untitled and instead, like a boring poet and copier I will number them. I hope you enjoy them and thanks for the views!
1.
To me sterile unceasing hate, I go
Although we will all say the same of you
Still we go; back and forth and to and fro.
Always following the orderly queue.
Taking us to predetermined places
The traffic of the masses rumbling on,
As monotony's shown in our blank faces,
One of thousands; on this seat sat upon.
An unchanging everyday of Underground
Living - what else can we come to expect?
Your screams and moans an ever present sound,
That now we know you have little effect.
I will see you again, though not the same
Me, or you, but for what we're called by name.
Original.
O, my sterile unceasing love I go,
Although many will say the same of you.
Through you I go, through and through to and fro.
I hear your groaning cease and then you flew.
You take me so, to where I wish to be
But you traffik yourself to the masses
It hurts no more, from your tunnels to flee,
You taste so bitter, dark like molasses.
Yet you are but the underground metro
What can I expect of you otherwise?
Screams and moans denote that you're far from slow,
This was just to show what you can disguise.
So often it is the reverse for these,
Sex hidden by mundanity to please.
