The Grass is Not Greener (but poetry is a cure for The January Blues)

I’m having one of those days when I’m trying hard but not getting anywhere.  This is the reality of being a self-employed writer: aka not-got-a-proper-job layabout!  Hopefully this will be reassuring for many of you – the grass is not greener on the other side.

It is part of the human condition that we sometimes imagine a better life floating above us, just out of our reach.  As you may know, I enjoy reading as my escape.  Right now, I’m snorting with laughter in to a great Teach Yourself book called “Get Started in Creative Writing” by Stephen May.  I also like to read bits of poetry…no wonder I spent so long thinking I would make a passably good English teacher! Some of my favourite lines about dreaming are:

“At night, the impatient soul dreams of faraway places.

The Aegean: all marble and light. Where, upon a beach

As flat as a map, you could bask in the sun like a lizard.

The Pole: where, bathing in darkness, you could watch

The sparks from Hell reflected in a sky of ice,

The soul could be happier than where it happens to be”.

These are the central lines from The Wrong Beds (after Baudelaire) by Roger McGough.  I hope he doesn’t mind me using them here.  I can wholly recommend his publications and I am his friend on Facebook (he doesn’t know I exist).

When I read, I can project myself in to the wonderful imagery.  Don’t get me wrong.  I live a life of great privilege and joy but sometimes, on a grey January day like today, it would be dull, cold and deadly boring without something to brighten, lighten and warm it up.

Happy days on the beach in Corfu.

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