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Archive for October, 2009
Just a quick note to let you know that I am snowed under right now — it’s the first week back at college after half term, plus the first week of assessment season. Add to that: a million people are descending on my house for a Halloween party and to stay over (or at least, that’s how many it feels like!), and I have to go read poems at a book launch this weekend, too! Basically I am crazy busy, so… no Featured Poet or Procrastination Station this week. I know I am already two weeks behind! Please forgive me — particularly those of you who are waiting patiently for your work to be featured. It will happen, I promise.
Have a fabulous Halloween, and link me photos of your costumes (still stuck for ideas? Check this out!!) and capers!
OK, so Halloween is three days away — what are you going to do to mark the event? Going guising? Apple-dooking? Horror movies? Or just lying on the floor with all the lights off avoiding trick-or-treaters? Whatever your thoughts, here are a few ways to bring the poeticness this All Hallows Eve…
Dress as a dead writer.
Fairly obvious, but come on… this is way cooler than digging out your trusty paper witch’s hat or shoving some bunny ears on your head and pretending you’re Frank from Donnie Darko. I love Halloween, but even I’m guilty of recycling costumes (it’s basically the only day one can wear a lime green evening gown, so I’m getting my money’s worth from that thing, dammit!). You only get to do this once a year so really, you ought to do it well! Dressing as a dead writer is as easy or complex as you want to make it, and lets face it, you look a million times smarter and cooler than That Guy who always shows up wrapped in toilet roll. Suggestions? Hunter S Thompson is an easy one — loud shirt, shades, cigar, and you’re good to go. Find yourself a big floppy hat and a cigarette holder and go as Dorothy Parker. Or if you like a challenge, I daresay William Shakespeare would win anyone’s Best Costume contest.
Throw a Halloween poetry reading.
Halloween-themed poetry only, with bonus points for fancy dress, scary voices and histrionics. You could read your own stuff, or recite classic creepy poems from years gone by — Edgar Allan Poe’s ‘The Raven,’ Walter de la Mare’s ‘The Listeners,’ etc. Decorate your reading venue and have a bring your own pumpkin policy (seriously: ANY Halloween party should have a Bring Your Own Pumpkin policy. I always request that people bring one along and the room always looks AWESOME with creepy illuminated pumpkin faces dotted around everywhere!).
Invent your own (literary) ghost walk.
Why pay a pretty penny to be dragged round a bunch of tourist spots when you could invent your own tour? Fuse the ghost walk concept with the literary pub crawl and you’re onto a winner. Research your local area for places where writers lived and died, places where artistic events took place, etc. If you can’t find anything, don’t worry — make it up! Trust me, a lot of the ghost tour guides do! Invite some friends, get dressed up and go out marauding. You could even instruct someone to be what the ghost tour guides refer to as a “jumper oot-er” (in these parts anyway!) — someone who hides in a doorway or round a corner waiting to leap out and scare the pants off your unwitting tour group! If you don’t fancy wandering round in the cold looking at old houses all night, you could always try a tour of pubs with creepy names or literary associations.
Write a Halloween inspired poem.
Seriously, and make it a good one. It is my firm belief that there are not enough of these!
Host a morbid (poetry) pub quiz!
I had a friend who invented a quiz for a Halloween party once — all the questions were spookily themed, and the prizes were things like jelly worms and light-up devil horns, it was rather silly but pretty cool. It would be easy to put a literary twist on this particular activity — questions on famous literary deaths, great ghost stories, fictional murders. Plus there’s nothing like the chance of winning a prize to get people to turn down their invite to that Rocky Horror Picture Show showing and come to YOUR Halloween party instead!
Brew a poetic potion.
It ought to be made The Law that you must drink absinthe on Halloween. Favoured by writers down the ages — Oscar Wilde, Rimbaud and Baudelaire all loved the stuff — it’s the perfect way to poetify your All Hallows Eve. Come on, it’s green and cloudy, it’s long been believed to posess magical qualities, and to prepare it properly YOU SET IT ON FIRE. What’s not to love? Absinthe is famed for its hallucinogenic qualities (please note: you will not hallucinate from drinking a glass or two at your Halloween party, and if you drink more than that, you will probably pass out due to the high alcohol content before you get the chance to see any visions. If you want the hallucinations you’d better start drinking now, as apparently absinthe must be consumed in small regular doses over a period of 48+ hours before hallucinations happen. Even I’d get sick of the stuff by then…) — it has wormwood in it, which also sounds like something from a witch’s kitchen. Added bonus? It tastes like aniseed balls! It is the ultimate literary Halloween tipple.
(If you really can’t bear absinthe — or um, it’s illegal where you live — you could always try The Frankenstein, The Bride of Dracula or The Jekyll and Hyde.)
Tell me what you’ll be up to this Halloween night!
I think I should rename this series “not actually found online, found in a book, and by the way it’s another female poet.” Far more accurate…
So I actually found Kerry Hardie in Being Alive, an anthology I’d recommend you all get. It took me a while to get “into” this book, for two reasons — one, because I was finding it very difficult to write and thus resented every poem I read, and two, because I wasn’t a huge fan of Staying Alive, its predecessor (it’s bad, but I can’t stand anthologies of “the old favourites.” Anthologies of really good contemporary stuff, the majority of which I’ve never seen before — this one, this one! — are so much more my bag). However, after a couple of days of huffy page-fluttering, I came across the first of several poems in the book by Kerry Hardie. Thank you, madam — you not only opened by mind to the book, but you also seem to have cured my creative block!
Hardie — there’s a very comprehensive bio here — writes a great deal about sickness, death and loss. Morbid perhaps, but these are topics I find fascinating, and often write about myself. They’re also rather tricky topics to “get right,” as I have discovered many a time — but Hardie has a deftness of touch that makes it look easy. When you read her poems about her own illness or the death of someone close to her, you feel like you’re reading a chronicle, an account — but one that demands to be read, one that says “look, this may be mundane, but it’s important that I show you.” It’s refreshing to find someone who writes about mortality in a matter of fact but beautiful way, without feeling the need to make large and grandiose points about life, the universe and everything. Of course, Hardie’s poems can’t help but touch on deeper issues, but essentially she’s saying “here’s what happened, here’s how I felt.” It’s a simple honesty that I also love about poets like Sharon Olds and Liz Lochhead, but Hardie’s work also posesses a modesty and quietness that Olds and Lochhead sometimes lack. With a lot of her poems I found myself nodding in agreement as I read, thinking “yes, that’s exactly what it’s like.”
Then I would want to praise
the ease of low wet things, the song of them, like a child’s low drone,
and praising I’d watch how the water flowing the track
is clear, so I might not see it
but for the cross-hatched place where it runs on a scatter of grit,
the flat, swelled place where it slides itself over a stone.
from She Replies To Carmel’s Letter
She never liked pansies. All those little faces,
looking at you. I always made a point of sowing them.
When I left it late, I bought young plants in trays.
It was against my husband as well.
Not that he minded what flowers I grew,
but she was his mother:
it was my small gesture of defiance,
a staking of territory; mine, not hers.
from Now That She Has Gone Away
In Part One I told you a little bit about how I came to be involved in teaching — and sorry, it was rather a long-winded and convoluted route! Here’s some more practical advice: how you can make yourself more employable as a teacher or tutor in your chosen field!
1. Get experience: volunteer.
Experience is vital when it comes to teaching and tutoring, not only to prove to your employer that you’re up to the job, but also to put you through your paces before you start. If you’ve never worked with young people or taught anyone before, it might seem very easy — but trust me, it certainly aint! One of my fellow lecturers once said of teaching school-leavers, “it’s scary and exhausting”, and I’d be inclined to agree — sure, it can also be fun, easy and hugely rewarding, but you need to be prepared to take the rough with the smooth.
It feels like a vicious circle, though, right? How do you gain experience in this field if you need experience to get your foot in the door in the first place? The answer is: volunteer. Because organisations who need voluntary staff are generally desperate for motivated and hardworking people, they’re far more willing to cut you some slack if you’ve never done this stuff before — being willing to learn is what matters. Voluntary work also adds serious brownie points to your CV; if you’re willing to sacrifice your time without expecting a pay cheque, that makes you a bit special. So where to volunteer? As I said in Part 1, if you’re looking to teach young people, you can try anything from babysitting to working with the Girl Guides or Scouts — even helping to organise youth fundraisers is useful. The trick is to get to know parents in your local area, because word of mouth is a powerful tool, particularly if you want to freelance at a later date. If you’re more interested in teaching adults, volunteer in a library or local community college, and get involved with public art projects. Get to know people, ask where you can help, work hard. It pays off!
2. Get qualified: know your stuff.
Getting qualified does not necessarily mean signing up to do a teaching certificate or PGDE — though these are tried-and-tested ways of entering the world of education, many teaching graduates are currently hanging in limbo as there are just too many teachers and nowhere near enough jobs. One viable alternative is to invest in a more open-ended qualification — a HNC, HND, degree or the like in a core subject like English, Maths, Science or Modern Languages, which creates career opportunities above and beyond teaching and sets you up for a wider range of options. However, being “qualified” to teach is not just about having a piece of paper that tells people you’re clever — it’s about being prepared and committed, and knowing your stuff. Attending an evening class or going to one-off talks and training courses can be a less high-maintenance way to learn the basics — it can also be easier and more informal than committing to a long-term qualification. If you’re willing, you can start at the bottom and work your way up — working as a classroom assistant to start with, for example. There is no harm in getting hands-on classroom experience, and with current class size figures, it’s clear that teaching assistants are badly needed… I frequently wish I had one on hand!
3. Start small: teach one-to-one.
Deciding to become a one-to-one tutor was one of the best decisions I ever made, I reckon. I had never taught formally before and certainly wasn’t ready to be responsible for a class of 25+ teenagers. However, teaching one-to-one within my subject area gave me heaps of valuable tools. I got experience, a strong knowledge of the curriculum, a whole boatload of confidence and more than a few useful contacts… as well as my first teaching paycheque! One-to-one is a brilliant way to start out because you’re safe within your chosen field, you’re only ever dealing with one student at a time, and often — particularly if you’re an out-of-school, extra-support kind of tutor — you don’t have anywhere near as much responsibility as a regular teacher. Also, working with young people one-to-one in particular teaches you a lot about how those pesky kids tick — it’s easier to get them engaged with the work you’re doing, too. The best thing about one-to-one is it’s incredibly rewarding. When there’s just you and the student, you can give them the time and attention they really need to improve, so generally you see them go from strength to strength which is what teaching is (or, should be) all about.
4. Get hired: make yourself visible.
I talked about this a fair bit in part one, so swing back over there to see my tips on finding a teaching job. It’s not as simple as looking for ads in the paper or online — you need to cast your net wider and be willing to look in some fairly weird and wonderful places. You should also consider joining an agency — I have recently done some agency work for the first time and was really pleased with how smoothly things can operate. Pick your agency carefully though — there are conmen out there! If you’re not sure about a particular agency’s rep (and don’t be fooled, they all give themselves stunning write-ups whether they’re any good or not), ask around. Get onto education message boards online and drop the name, see what people say.
5. Be in control: freelance.
Freelance tutoring is a very attractive option for a lot of people, but it is a big commitment and can be harder than more conventional teaching. Firstly, you might want to teach in your own home — fine, but you may hit some bumps in that particular road. If you’re a student or recent grad, chances are you live in rented accomodation, and a lot of landlords have clauses in their contracts to say you can’t run a business from your property. Also, though it’s not essential, it’s a good idea to risk-assess your property, particularly if you’ll be welcoming under 16s into it. This includes making your home safe and um, tidy — parents/potential students will probably want to check you and your teaching environment out before they decide for sure whether they want hire you. And if you live with other people, they’ll need to be cool with you turning their living room into a classroom, AND they’ll all need to have a police background check before you can invite under 16s into their environment. See? A lot of work!
Alternatively, you could teach students in their own home or in a neutral setting like a coffee shop, which side-steps all the official stuff but could potentially put YOU in danger. Be sure to meet potential new students and/or parents in a public space before you go to their home on your own — and even then, you need to be VERY careful. Tell someone where you’re going — the exact address — for how long and when you expect to be back. Tell them who you’re seeing and how you can be contacted. Yes, it’s a drag that you have to do this, but bad stuff happens sometimes — sad but true.
Remember, if you freelance, you also need to do all the running yourself — no one is going to find your clients for you. See point four!
6. Be safe: get a CRB
A CRB (or Advanced Disclosure in Scotland) is a check done by a regulatory body to ensure that you’re fit to work with young people and don’t pose a potential threat to your students. These checks draw on information from police records to make sure you have no criminal convictions — if you do, your CRB may be refused, or you may be called to an interview for futher checks (NB: if you do have a conviction, it may not mean you can never work in education. Obviously some offences are more relevant than others which is why you should always go along if you’re invited to one of these “we need more info” interviews). It can seem a bit insulting, being subject to all this digging — but we’ve all seen the horrifying cases of child abuse and professional misconduct in the news… sadly, it happens, and we all need to play our part in preventing these events. Also, if your employer is a good one, they should be insisting that you have a background check, and not allowing you to work for them if you don’t. If you’ve never been background checked or your CRB is refused, you should NOT be working with young people, full stop. Even if you have no convictions and your employer’s cool with it — even if you do nothing wrong, you could be in big trouble if you’re found out. If you want to be in teaching for the long term, do the smart thing and get checked!
7. Do it because you love it.
Finally, please note! Teaching is not the kind of job you go into if you just want a paycheque and you don’t really care how you get it — it is NOT like flipping burgers or waitressing or filing and photocopying. Sometimes, it is really, really darned HARD. Also, if you go into teaching, you become responsible for the welfare, support and progress of your students — THAT IS A BIG DEAL. I personally believe that it’s also important for you to love the job — if you hate it, you’ll turn into a jaded person and a bad teacher, and you’ll be doing yourself and your students no favours. Teaching isn’t for everyone, so if you start out OK but begin to dread facing the day, it’s time for a career move!
Anything you’d like to add? Any questions? Think I’m wrong, or I’ve missed something vital! Wander down to the comments box and let me know.
A while ago now I told you all about “Masters,” the latest of the Read This Press chapbooks, and made the book available for pre-ordering. This is a seriously limited edition title, with only twenty copies being produced for general sale. You were very keen to get your hands on them it seems — thanks to all your pre-orders, there are now only six remaining! Those copies are now on general sale!
“Masters” features the work of eight talented young poets currently based in Scotland. All the poets in this volume graduated in 2009 from the prestigious University of Edinburgh’s postgraduate MSc programme in Creative Writing, and all of them specialised in poetry. This anthology is to commemorate their year’s work together and to showcase their talents as they move on to develop their writing futher.
The poets featured are: Niki Andrikopoulou, a Greek political poet with a particular interest in the long poem // Claire Askew, a Scottish poet, editor, lecturer and publisher now studying for a Creative Writing PhD, also with the University of Edinburgh // Aileen Ballantyne, a former journalist who has written for a variety of British national newspapers including the Scotsman and the Herald, and who now focusses on writing poems in Scots // Dave Coates, a Northern Irish poet and editor, currently working with the Scottish Poetry Library in Edinburgh // Aiko Harman, a prolific poet originally from Los Angeles, USA, former Poet in Residence at the London Poetry Festival // Natalia Herrero, a Mexican poet with an interest in mythology, spiritualism and the occult // Struan Robertson, a Scottish poet, editor and filmmaker with a particular interest in metapoetry and the short form // & Hayley Shields, a Newcastle-born poet and editor with an interest in Scottish history and ethnology, myth and fairy tale.
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Read This Issue 19, the September/October issue, is finally with us. It features poetry by Tom Mitchell, Makyla Curtis, Renee Emerson, Carla Martin-Wood, Laurence Davies, Peycho Kanev, Kate Macnamara and Julia Sanches, and artwork by Michelle Brotherton. Copies are also available from the Read This Press Etsy Store, priced at just $2, which is about £1! Please buy a copy and help keep all our little literary projects afloat!
Tell us about your poems.
For me, the question of style is eminently maddening! I’ve been told that, broadly, from poem to poem, it would be difficult to tell that they were all by me if my name were to be stripped away. That said, I think that I can discern stylistic currents amongst certain of my most frequent subjects. For instance, many of my more confessional pieces tend to deal with memories from my tomboy childhood in rural Pennsylvania or memories of my family in general. The voice in these pieces is (I was once memorably told) a strange combination of lyrical, frank, and unnerving.
I also tend to draw on my academic interests for inspiration; you’ll often find me making allusions to medieval poetry or the matter of handling old, fragile books and manuscripts. Folktales, myths, and music also figure prominently in my more speculative and fantastical pieces. I’m fond of rescuing and recasting lost stories, and you’ll frequently find me taking on ‘non-traditional’ sexuality and gender issues. Lost books and lost voices often go hand in hand. I traffic in archetypes, but with a twist.
How long have you been writing?
Compared do most of my writer-colleagues, I seem to have started quite late. Where you’ll hear many writers say that they’ve been at it ever since they first learned to string letters together into words, and words into sentences, I’ve only been at it since the age of 13 or 14 (I learned to read and write around the age of 3 or 4). For the longest time, I seemed to think that the visual arts were my calling in life; I drew and painted competently. However, when I reached my early teens, I realized that my art wasn’t really improving or progressing. So, I thought, well - what’s left to me? I’ve always had a good voice, and I loved singing, but I needed an outlet through which I could create raw content (I’m no virtuoso pianist or composer). Writing it was. And, in the long run, my love of writing was the reason I dropped out of music school to major in English instead. A career in academia with writing on the side is what I’ve chosen, but if the writing should ever take center stage, I won’t complain!
Do you have any publications to your name? What’s the next stage for your work?
Quite a number, although I should stress that this doesn’t mean I’m famous. I’ve been in quite a few magazines in both the U.S. and the U.K.; a full list of my credits is available online, for the truly bored or curious. My e-chapbook through Gold Wake Press, Dead Zones, is also available on the web, and my first print chapbook, Devil’s Road Down, is currently available from Maverick Duck Press. My first full collection, Lost Books, will be available from Flipped Eye Publishing in April 2010. 2009 has been an incredibly good year. “Snap,” one of the poems from Dead Zones, is up for the Pushcart Prize anthology, and I’ve been nominated for Sundress Publications’ Best of the Net awards.
What do you think is your biggest poetic achievement to date?
Although I’m thrilled about Lost Books, which I mentioned above, I’m actually more proud of one of my single-poem publications in a U.S. magazine earlier this year. Mythic Delirium is regarded as one of the best speculative/SF/F publications out there, and a year and a half after submitting, I was told by the editor, Mike Allen, that he’d be accepting my poem, “Journeying,” for the special tenth-anniversary issue (#20, which came out in May). I was thrilled about this for two reasons:
1) I had written “Journeying” in late 2004, as a sort of creative place-holder for the novel I one day intend to write. At the time, I was still an undergraduate at Wellesley, and I’d been accepted by Frank Bidart to take his 300-level poetry course, which at the time I thought was a big deal. Since “Journeying” had been through a few drafts before I ever took it to class, I thought it’d work well in my final-project portfolio. As it turned out, Frank praised every piece in my portfolio except for this one - he called it pseudo-medieval something-or-other, which, at the time, really stung. I was proud of the piece, and, back when I was young[er] and [more] rash, there was nothing like telling me I’ve been a bad judge of my own writing to make me determined to prove that all the work I put in was worth it.
2) Mythic Delirium is a well-respected publication, Mike Allen is an absolutely fantastic editor, and a new poem from Neil Gaiman also appeared in Issue 20. A geeky writer’s dream, really!
What’s the best thing about writing poetry? And the worst?
The best thing about writing poetry is the incredible people you meet. In my experience, poetry draws like minds to like. It can also draw opposing minds together, which is great, too - debate is right and necessary. A colleague recently sent me a bumper sticker that says POETRY SAVES LIVES. In either case, I agree with that statement; it probably saved mine. During the years I was primarily writing to and for myself, I was able to hold off the barrage of uncertainties and maintain a sense of self.
The worst thing about writing poetry is the inevitable down-time, the blank spaces between poems. However, it’s from those spaces that we carve new work, so how can it be all bad?
Got any suggestions for young, upcoming poets?
Be bold. Ask questions. Read insatiably. Know who you are.
(And if you don’t know who you are just yet, you’ll discover it in the writing.)
Who/what influences your poetry?
William Shakespeare, T. S. Eliot, and Louise Glück were the first poets to make me really sit up and pay attention to verse, although I wouldn’t say my style has been directly influenced by any one of them in particular. I’ve been told my work stylistically resembles Carol Ann Duffy’s, which I find sort of amusing, because my style was pretty set by the time I discovered her work (only two years ago). Jorie Graham, James Nash, and Mark Doty are also on my list of favorites. Sharon Olds. The Gawain-Poet. Any poet whose work reflects a profound sense of wonder and discovery even in the face of loss.
All of my work, whether fiction or poetry, is ultimately indebted to the stories my grandmother told me. Without the wealth of her words, my creative world would have been a poorer place.
Turn the tables or the corner. Smoke rises
from my upturned hands and stings my eyes
with this beginning, for I cannot learn
from what was. So I will chase them through
the Shadows of the Valley of Death, these lies
resembling love, and then I will find them
though all Hell should rise to meet me
in the trying. Read in these pages the blue
of the evening. I have left it behind me,
and the stars be my diamonds now, distant
cold pulses of flame in an instant
and the tables burned.
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You can see yesterday’s poem, Nine Things Oracles Do, here. Interview tomorrow — in the meantime, enjoy!
We set sail from Amsterdam Harbor sometime
in September, or it might have been August—
I can’t remember. These signs, images,
and floaty sea-birds begin to blur
into fearful, restless oblivion.
Sharper still is the sheer dizziness
of steep, winding stairs deep in the heart
of that ageless brick haven: free-standing
wonder mortared with memory and loss
sifted from the whispering canals,
which I skirted with weary steps on stone
that could not take the weight of our dreaming.
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Adrienne J. Odasso is currently completing her Ph.D. in English at the University of York. Her poetry has appeared in a number of publications on both sides of the Atlantic, including Strong Verse, Aesthetica, Sybil’s Garage, Succour, Farrago’s Wainscot, The Liberal, Mythic Delirium, Under the Radar, and Ouroboros Review - with new work forthcoming in Illumen, Not One of Us, and others. Her short fiction has appeared in anthologies from Drollerie Press and Hadley Rille Books, and her first print chapbook of poetry was published in September 2009 by Maverick Duck Press. Her first book-length collection, Lost Books, will be published by Flipped Eye Press in early 2010. One of the poems from her e-chapbook from Gold Wake Press, Dead Zones, was nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
Nine Things Oracles Do
Sit on bedside tables. Persephone
watches over me as I sleep,
and the alabaster jar beside her
Hide in drawers. My tarot deck
sleeps beneath cotton knickers
and never bothers to yawn
when daylight enters.
Lurk on hard drives. Patti Smith
and PJ Harvey drag me under,
over and over. Horses
Sit in bowls. Corn Mother
is patient between feedings,
but Raven, little trickster,
Weave carpets, although I do not
know the name of the man in the market
who sold this blue-and-rose beauty
to my mother-in-law.
Tell stories. My bulletin board
can show you what I looked like
at twenty. It also knows several
addresses that I forget.
(It’s always right.)
Oversleep. My flatmate
doesn’t rise until noon,
but you’ll smell her kitchen miracles
Give kisses. My husband
never wakes me, and he’s gone
before I know it. But that kiss
will always tell me
what he meant.
Give advice. I am on call
24/7 if you need me,
and all I ask of you
is a cup of tea.
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Some of my favourite quotes and quips from the Twitterverse yesterday.
@audreyisawake Has Bono written a Poem for National Poetry Day about Miley Cyrus quitting Twitter? Trending Topics always amuse me.
@sharongracepjs Does anyone in Great Britain want to adopt me for the day so that I can celebrate your National Poetry Day? @stephenfry, maybe?
@Squarlotte Mr P didn’t know its was National Poetry Day and hes an English Teacher! Lol! :P
@matthewbreen Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue National Poetry Day is fucking stupid and so are you.
@Frank_Pretty EVERYONE WISH ME A HAPPY NATIONAL POETRY DAY SINCE I AM SUCH A BEAST AT MY WRITING!!!!
@futurerelics Apparently it’s National Poetry Day in parts of the world that are not my own. Apparently it’s time to relocate.
@biscuithearts Its National Poetry Day! Roses are red, violets are blue, I’m typing my mum’s assignment about the zoo.
@sammydayvis I think National Poetry Day may have broken Twitter.
@coreywaters Today is National Poetry Day Hooray! I thought that day fell sometime in mid May. And some other words that rhyme and shit.
@zombiepromswife Happy National Poetry Day: “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by/madness, starving hysterical naked…” HOWL by Ginsberg. Genius.
@SayAnniething Happy National Poetry Day (UK)! Special shout-out to the Ancient Mariner, Paul Revere, and the man from Nantucket!
@PlanetJusta It’s a good excuse to act flamboyantly gay. Or drink red wine & wear a beret. Perhaps that’s a bit cliché on National Poetry Day.
@J_Bammer Today is National Poetry Day in the UK. AKA: Nat’l Irrelavancy Day, Nat’l Nobody Reads Your Prose Day, Nat’l Shrinking Literary Elite Day
@Iron_Girl omg it is the worst day in history because it is National Poetry Day. fml
@simon_grant_ Ode 2 national poetry day: U can tweet while in the street, on your feet or in a seat; eating meat or just a sweet - Makes email obsolete
@PoopTheWorld Coyote puppies. Mickey Rourke is made of clay. Time for some breakfast. National Poetry Day
@MissMAB It’s National Poetry Day in Britain, so go rhyme or be poetic or something.
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