The Baby Wocky

January 21st, 2015

It was milky and the drooly babe
That did wail and wiggle in the cott
All smiley was her little face
And her gums all smooth and pink

Beware the gummy mouth my friend
The jaws that gum, the tongue that sucks
Beware the nappy; and the milky stool; and shun
The fumourous terdy leak

Take the babies feet in hand
Long time the nappy cream we sort
So cleaning we; dirty bum-bum see
As she flails her legs alot

And as in ponderous thought she looks
The squelching noise which smells of egg
Came bubbling through the terry cloth
Reeking as it came

One two, one two and throw and throw
The milky stool has leak; pah hew!
She pukes a lot and if she can
She aims it right at you

And has thall changed the baby?
Give to my arms my beamish babe
Oh squiggly wig! Bubblig! Girgley!
She giggles in her joy

It was milky and the drooly babe
That did wail and wiggle in the cott
All smiley was her little face
And her gums all smooth and pink

Happy Poetry!

January 1st, 2015

It is the beginning of 2015 and a time to start a fresh and plan my writing and poetry year!

And this is ever more complicated as I am now having to keep a two year diary for bookings!

Anyway, one of the keys is to be able to keep writing, I sometimes get far too busy and that is not good nor sustainable as I need to produce new stuff!

So as always I am planning on taking part in the writing challenges such as Month of Poetry, National Poetry Writing Month and the one I help co-ordinate World Poetry Writing Month. These writing challenges allow me to carve out a specific time to write. What is happening at the moment is that my brain is full of ideas that mull and brew and then when the challenge time comes I can just sit and spew them all onto the page or screen!

Other things that need sorting is what I do and don’t have published – I’ve had to pull my ebooks at the moment due to the VAT issues so will probably end up on Amazon after all 🙁

I want to get out their more and promote the books I have but not entirely sure how that is going to fit in with everything yet!

This blog is a bit tatty as well with blogs missing that were written and then not sent live and so on, so I shall be having a bit of a sort out and hopefully work out exactly how many poems I have written.

I may even start sending them off again. I tend not to do this, or I mean to and forget and so on, somehow I still get a couple of poems published a year but it’s hit and miss as I don’t send anything off :/

Basically I have a lot of admin to do, it would also be nice to get back to some of the local events that I am not involved in somehow!

I have a beautiful note book to start the year with which will inspire me – I’d better actually go and do some writing 🙂

Merry Christmas – Another Year Closes!

December 28th, 2014

Another year closes and I look at the note books I have filled and ponder on how long it takes me to getting round to typing stuff up and I think on typing straight onto the computer… then I find the zillions of random “poetry” files and think to myself I really need to sort all of those out and frown.

Looks like I have a lot of work to do to make the work I’ve already done useful!

Well that will be what next year is for – well at least that’s the plan 🙂

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

City-Scape

December 21st, 2014

The city-scape
A sociatel creature
Circulator system of roads
Transporting food, energy and waste
Thrumming with a pulse
Flashing with electric-light
The nervous system
Computers talking day and night
People the cells
Differentiated into roles
Society a city-shaped creature

Festive Poetry and Climbing

December 17th, 2014

Fractal Christmas Tree

The queen of the fairy godmothers visited the climbing centre today and told off a very naughty elf who would not share the Chocs and spoke to Father Christmas about all the good children and told stories about a little mouse and enjoyed the crafts very very much.

Also my mum phoned me up to tell me I look like my great out Sylvie, this made me smile – the skirt is made out of head scarves and wraps some of which are my nan and great aunts scarves 🙂

I did discover that cutting out the poetry at the beginning is actually the wrong thing to do as it get the children settled, it was a fab day 🙂

A Treasure

November 28th, 2014

A treasure
Pink irridescant
Kept in a ring box
With transparent lid
A rainbowed hologram
Hiding the magic
Little legs and little tail
Head on long neck
A shell with segmants
Geometric and fine
Such a bueatiful thing
I owned
A small plastic tortoise
My nan gave it to me
Said I could take it home

The Warrior Butterfly

November 21st, 2014

Tonight (21 st Nov 2014) I am going to be taking part in a Quiet Compare event at The Strand in Cheltenham. It is medical themed poetry so I am taking along a poem I have only ever performed twice before and never to a live audience that is sitting there just for poetry.

The poem is The Warrior Butterfly and chronicles the issues I had around the pregnancy and birth of Jean, I could write a lot on the imagery and what the poem means to me but I shall not. The two previous performances were: 1) Cheltenham Community Radio for one of their shows and 2) for the On Form Sculpture exhibition in Oxford a few years ago where I stood on an Earth work (made for the garden not an ancient burial site) that was covered in flowers and called it to the sky and the arty loving people who happened to be wandering about at the time.

It is a long and in many ways personally indulgent poem for me, not my normal but as such it is often not the right sort of thing to read at events and the actual reading of it is hard for me.

I hope local peeps might like to come out tonight to listen – it isn’t just me performing a 4 and a half minute poem, there are lots of others performing too, some of whom you might even have heard of!

Anyway I’d better give it the read through a couple of times before tonight.

Here’s the event details for those of you not on Facebook it is 7:30 at The Strand in Cheltenham with a £1/£2 suggested donation on the door.

The Secret of Strawberries

November 11th, 2014

Sweet, not cloying like chocolate
Skin scaly smooth
Seeds crunch, insect carapaces
Juices tinging the end of the tongue
Tart, hurting pleasure
Ice fire benieth the ears
Large read and heart shaped
Waiting to ensnare
Lighter at the core
Soft and succulent
A summer treat
Coaxed to a sad perfection
Over priced
Engorged and watery
Insipid and artificial
For the races
For the hotels
For Pimms with ice and Mint
But as nothing
To raggamuffin anciestor
Nestled in the hedgerow
Smaller than a finger tip
Mostly ghostly white
Intensified
Gloried
Free
For those who know
The secrets of the strawberry

The Dyslexic Author

November 3rd, 2014

Sarah Snell-Pym Award Winning Author

This week is Dyslexia Awareness Week, it is also the begininng of an insane writing challenge called NaNoWriMo which stands for National Novel Writing Month. The idea is that you write a minimum of fifty thousand words in a month and I have been doing this challenge and a picture book sister challenge called PiBoIdMo (Picture Book Idea Month) since 2009, which is now scary long ago.

When I first started the challenge and using the forum I felt very edgy, being severely dyslexic made me hesitate to enter into online written discussions with grammarian monsters – the sort that correct friends’ emails. How was I ever going to compare to such writing experts when sometimes I can’t spell mine or my kids’ names correctly?

Trying to belt out a novel is an amazing experience but it is also an emotionally fraught one, especially for those low on self confidence. Self confidence is a key to success – it is not the only key but it is one of the main three – Self Confidence, Endurance and Improvisation/Adaptability. Dyslexics, due to our education system and social attitudes, tend to be high on intelligence and low on that whole confidence thing. To keep going with the writing you kind of need to believe that your story is good enough, that your imagination is fantastic and that everyone is going to want to read it. Many authors go through a cycle of thinking their stuff is amazing and will win a nobel prize, to sinking into a pit of despair over how rubbish it is.

But dyslexics have an added edge of nerves, an extra question over their abilities. Not only is there the language structure issues but there is the widely held idea that if you cannot spell you cannot write. This is wrong.

And it turned out that the way NaNoWriMo works is fantastic for boosting dyslexic writers. It goes something like this – everyone is rushing to get down as many words as they can, you are encouraged to leave the typos as they are and just keep going, everyone has typos, inversions of letters, missed letter where they are just typing so fast. Normal people see these and correct them, the dyslexic brain may think that that is the correct spelling and at other times it will see it as wrong – but conversely it might see the correct spelling as wrong and correct it to something incorrect – DOH!

What this means though is that when you are sitting in a cafe or pub with a group of writers your red line squiggles are no longer an issue – everyone has them. Then there is the concept that you can edit a book with mistakes in, no matter how many mistakes there are, but if there is no book to begin with you cannot edit it into something. This frees you up to write.

One of the things I also found was that increasingly I was learning language intricacies and histories and that I could grab the grammar nazis by the proverbial and correct them if and when they started. Grammar is not a fixed thing – look at the history of writing and you find that Shakespeare couldn’t spell his own name, that names themselves are pretty fluid, that grammar is just basically a mark up language to tell the reader when to breathe when talking out loud.

But can a dyslexic ever be a writer, be a published author, a journalist?

Yes, they can, and when they do they tend to be multi-genre writers, not brilliant for becoming a household name but good for writing how-to and last minute books, to be able to switch the brain from science to sports to craft, to be journalists (with patient editors!), to be non-specialist all round jacks of all trades. And, increasingly, this is becoming acceptable back in the realm of fiction, thanks to authors such as Neil Gaiman.

So where does that leave me? I have said repeatedly that I must be insane trying to be a writer whilst being very very badly dyslexic but, you know what, I wasn’t – I find that being dyslexic helps with research for stories and articles, as I can’t rely on words or even the grammar. I often have to use both plus the context, meaning that I can often pick up on the big or small picture, the hidden concepts and deeper meanings. It also stops me making stupid assumptions as I can’t take the writing literally and if it doesn’t seem right I am forced to ask, to check. For science writing this is extremely important.

Now before we go any further, dyslexia is not something I can really define; it is just a part of how my brain is wired so I will not say that my writing success is because of, nor in spite of, the dyslexia. It could have stopped me; it was a hurdle, and it has stopped many but mainly because they are told they can’t do things because of it. Also, yes, I am contrary and stubborn so when people told me I could not, or that I would find stuff hard, I was determined to show them I could do it – especially when my intelligence itself was under attack.

But would my life achievements have been different without the dyslexia? I kind of think not, I just had to take a different path. And that path has been strange and winding and this last week I have found myself writing craft workshops, reading my kids poetry and stories to kids whilst dressed up in ridiculous outfits at various kid clubs, being asked to perform my page poetry at several events, asked to run writing days for adults and kids, getting sci-fi stories accepted, writing blog copy and presenting my project Cuddly Science which includes script writing and picture book writing and report writing and talk writing.

And that was just this week. This last month included articles on sci-fi/fantasy and science and crafts and gardening and grant applications, and this last year saw me become a member of the Poetry Society, British Science Fiction Association and the British Science Writers Association (and yes that does confuse me especially as there is also the British Hen Well-Fare Trust that we got the chickens from too!), I have been asked to present awards to school kids and I completed a Science Communication course – something I dismissed as a “can’t” during my undergraduate degree, due to the dyslexic issues.

I now firmly place myself in the role of writer, of author and so do others. I am finally what I was told I could never be – a dyslexic author. It was not trial free and it is not yet over, it kind of will never be over and I’m ok with that.

Back to NaNoWriMo, I find myself actively encouraging dyslexics to write – to take part and I love wondering around the forums and Facebook pages and twitter seeing articles like this pop up and I love to be able to say to those who are worried, those who are struggling, don’t give up, you can succeed at this. And that doesn’t just go for writing, it goes for every aspect of career and life 😀

Punishment

October 30th, 2014

Darkness pouring over
Never, relenting
Pushing at eyelids
Until coloured patterns
Break the monotony
Anger burns
Inside out emotions
Hate
Something wrong
The washing line
Nylon
Twisted in yellow sheath
Binding numbness
Fingers like baloons
Movement sluggish
Twisting guilt
Endless
Singing the darkness away
Impossible
Chocking on rag
Sinking within the mind
Sensations strong
Warm dust
Polish
Splintered floor
Pricking, spicking
Cutting splinters
No longer crying
No longer hoping
The Monsters are coming
Some of them are from within
The light could not know
Nor make those ones
Go away