W.H. Auden is great for heartbreak. Pathetic, I know – I am too acutely aware of my own cynicism, my own failures. I should have listened to the Love Through the Ages AQA poetry anthology more. True love doesn’t exist, but boys who really know how to fuck up do. And that’s enough insight into my personal life, because I’m… Read More crying? W.H. Auden.
I’ve been dipping in and out of volumes of poetry recently. There are certain people, certain events – clichés of course, things like sunsets and wispy morning mists and dew-heavy flowers – that make me think ‘yes! I want to write poetry about you!’ But right now, sadly I’ve got all the poetic talent of… Read More A Poetry Ramble