After working on L’etranger today, I got excited and thought I’d stop doing assignments, and focus on my own stuff. If you like what you see, you can find more poetry+design here.
I'm a poet and a poem
I took the photograph about 4 years ago, when I was on a trip throughout Europe with my family. I believe the location is the Czech Republic, but I could be terribly wrong.
The poem is something I did couple of months ago, as a part of a portfolio. It isn’t really a favourite of mine, but people seem to like it.
‘In my kingdom of soil’ touches a nerve…it picks on a sense of emptiness…something I can’t quite put my finger on…It reminds me in different ways of the hollow hopes of Tennyson’s ‘Ullyses’ and Eliot’s ‘The Waste Land’…I like the rhythms especially, cerebral but too organic and emotional for any literary critical talking like this to get at them…frail, mind-evasive structures summoning up feelings but, where to go with them?
The loss is compelling.