It is that time of year again folks. People are finishing up their hand ins,
attending their final seminars and sitting their final exams. I know a good five
people in this predicament and for all you guys and girls out there- the very
best of luck to you all, not that you’ll need it.
I’m in the brilliant yet sometimes unfortunate position of living with a poet. All of those generalisations and stereotypes with conflicting ‘would be artists’- it is not unlike a television sitcom at times. The thing about living with a poet, in fact with anyone, is that certain common ground things have a tendency to take precedent from time to time. Poetry, for example. A lot of the time.
Living with someone that writes better poetry brings an element of competition, if I’m honest. I still don’t think I have written anything to rival the poems regularly thrust upon me- I doubt that I ever will, given the very nature of our writing styles.
I’m in the brilliant yet sometimes unfortunate position of living with a poet. All of those generalisations and stereotypes with conflicting ‘would be artists’- it is not unlike a television sitcom at times. The thing about living with a poet, in fact with anyone, is that certain common ground things have a tendency to take precedent from time to time. Poetry, for example. A lot of the time.
Living with someone that writes better poetry brings an element of competition, if I’m honest. I still don’t think I have written anything to rival the poems regularly thrust upon me- I doubt that I ever will, given the very nature of our writing styles.