Unfortunately for you, I do. So here goes...
In a weird twist of fate, two poetry related things happened this very weekend. Both turned out to be very good for my Poet-Ego (one more of those things on which Freud would be able to write another one of his compelling case studies) We all know (I presume) I've been very involved in writing and general experiencing the art of Poetry during the last couple of months. Well, my friend Emily knew about this and asked me to help her out with something. It just so happened that I was to start my career as a "Wandering Poet" that very night....
Thing was; students of various Societies (with a little help from the Student Guild) hosted a Bohemian Paris themed night on Friday (think Moulin Rouge) various acts and performances were hired and among those was me as a poet on the spot. Fully dressed up as one of the Moulin Rouge's (for lack of a better word) '' showgirls '' with pen and little memo cards in hands I would roam the scene of the party-crime as a Bohemian Poet for hire. (Oh, the poetic irony in that) People would give me a topic and I would write them a poem within minutes. However agonisingly anxious I was to go up to random strangers to ask them if they wanted a poem written about them, it was hugely rewarding with all the compliments and even the occasional hug I received in return. Even though the service was free (the tickets for the party were the fee) I did make 2 pounds too boot. (I realise not the wage a poet, or for that matter a Parisian Dancing Girl, would make much hoohaa about, but still, it's 2 quid ya knoow?)
Well, the second verse and rhyme thing that I was talking about was the email I got earlier that related to me the happy news of the birth of Myrthe Brouwer; Published Poet. Yes, that's correct, I am now in print. It's University funded recycled print, but it's in black and white and all over campus nonetheless. Liverpool Uni's magazine Sphinx have published two of my poems. And even though first of all the editor of the page that I'm published on said the poems fitted nicely with a World Aids day theme they were running because they 'contrast nicely' and sombody spelled my name as MYTHE BROUWER which sort of misses the point of having my name in print completely, still I'm very proud and told everyone I knew the great news. I am of course expecting huge publisher deals, heaps of fanmail and a retirement fund the size of a small country's GNP. Or, if that doesn't come to pass, someone to go 'Hey, nice poems. Wasn't your name spelled with an 'r' though?' which would hugely satisfy my Poet-ego once again.
And if all of these aspirations of poetic grandeur fail, I can always fall back on my acting career. Yes, my acting career; I do now not only appear in a fantastic play, but also in a short film. The film society needed some actors to film a little 20 min film for the Moulin Rouge party. It's a silent black and white in which I wear feather boa's, drink expensive wine (grape juice) and throw flower water in the face of my actor husband who cheats on me in a 1920's restaurant.... It's all good....
(my effort to look like a classy prosti.....I mean, poet, of course...)
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And I was thinking all the time Myrthe went off to Liverpool to study hard and then study some more. I'm reading only fun on this blog. Well, I guess it's life, with the dull parts cut out.
well, I could tell you all about my two hour lecture on sensibility and sentimentalism in Laurence Sterne's novel 'The life and adventures of Tristram Shandy'...but I fear that indeed the dullness would take over (like it did me in class) and no-one would ever again return to read one of my own adventures....
And of course, writing about non dull stuff makes me seem much cooler!
Dichteres des Vaderlands. Wat geweldig dat je gedichten gepubliceerd zijn! Nu is het natuurlijk de grote volgende stap, gedurfde gedichten schrijven onder een pseudoniem ;)
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