In September last year I posted about going to a creative writing group. This week that same creative writing group had a book published. A couple of my poems are in it. Which is nice.
The launch event was where the group meet which also happens to be the place I volunteer and I was asked to read one of my poems to the attendees. Which was very flattering.
It all went well, was a lovely event. I'd better use a poem-related song this week I fancy.
I thought about The Smiths' Frankly Mr Shankly (because of the 'awful poetry' reference and my talent for self-deprecation) but I used that in 2017. I didn't realise at the time but a photo showed I was speaking into a RØDE-branded microphone so I then though about the Fall's late period masterpiece Mister Rode but I'd used that earlier in 2017.
So I've landed on David Bowie's Eight-Line Poem from his super 1971 album Hunky Dory. It's a bit odd but a lot of poetry is and who are we to question the great man? (At this point in his career anyway.)
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