I went to hear Flora Poetica ? local poets reading in the Botanic Gardens. James Brown read my favourite ? Feeding the Ducks. Stephanie de Montalk read her poem about the old oak tree on Glenmore St. A bunch of young and not so young poets from the poetry and landscape workshops read from their recent work. There was a general spring/gardens theme to the readings.
I want to write poetry again. I never seem to have the time or inspiration at the moment...
Afterwards I wandered through the cemetery, and wondered if a tombstone might belong to my great-great-great-great-grandfather, but I think the dates are a few years out. I?m not sure though, the stone was so worn it was barely legible.
I was going to go to the gym, but it?s just too damn sunny, so I think I?ll go for a walk instead. Hmmmm.... then maybe fish and chips on the beach, and then a talk on lovingkindness by a gay buddhist teacher...
Posted by Fionnaigh at September 21, 2004 03:02 PMPoetry reading sounds cool.
I know what you mean about wanting to write but not being able to. I'm currently pushing through that. I don't think what I'm writing is particularly good right now, but I know it will be if I keep at it.
Posted by: suraya at September 22, 2004 10:48 PM