Poetry Sunday, Short Interview Questions by Ross-on-Wye Author Audrina Lane
Interview originally conducted by Audrina Lane (Author of The Heart Trilogy)
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Read Audrina’s Author Q&A for Herefordshire Writers here.
- Can you tell me a little bit about yourself
My name is Catherine I’m a Hereford born and based Author & Poet. I’ve had dreams of creating my own Bohemian existence since I was a teenager having my first poem published at 15 in a competition run by Young Writers. A decade on I published my first collection of poems in May 2015 aptly titled The Quarter Life Crisis Poet. I’m currently working on a novel which will be Book 1 of a Bohemian Love story called “Welcome to Wonderland.” I find the Writer’s life very solitary so from that loneliness I launched the site: HerefordshireWriters.co.uk which is how I’ve now managed to connect with the lovely Audrina Lane and showcase thriving literary talent in our county.
- What made you start to write poetry?
It was a case of alignment. In Summer 2005 I bought John Mayer’s album Room for Squares. He’s an American singer-songwriter and guitar player. It was the first time in my life I encountered not only meaningful lyrics but words and music composed so beautifully together. I admired the attention to detail and craftsmanship. Around that time, I was doing my GCSE’s and in the English Literature classes we were analysing and studying poems. The juxtaposition of my discovering deep and well-composed song lyrics whilst studying poetry in school ignited an active interest in me to actually write poems.
And would you like to share one of your first poems?
I was actually clearing out the garage and stumbled upon old school books over the summer. I can share this one little poem I wrote in November 2000, at age 10.
Hedgehog at Night
Its spikes look like the thorn of pain
Its eyes glint at the hundred stars
Its beady eyes stare out
Its tiny feet woddle around in the grass
Its little nose has a cute bead and reminds me of a button
It’s a Hedgehog.
- Do you have a favourite poet? If so would you like to share your favourite poem by them?
Nowadays I lean more towards the new breed of “instapoets” (poets that post on social media sites like tumblr and Instagram) like Tyler Knott Gregson and Rupi Kaur. I follow Jessica Michelle on Instagram @_Jessica.Michelle_
I like that she has audacity to unleash her true feelings, the feelings that we don’t dare confess but if we had the bravery as she does to confess these emotions we’d see how connected and similar our experiences in life are. That we’re all going through pain…
- Do you like to write poems on a particular subject or do you prefer to just grab inspiration when it strikes?
I write poems about the feelings and experiences I cannot disclose. Poetry is my way of saying what happened to me, admitting the pain and telling the painful events in my life without having to reveal the full situation. There’s this unique juxtaposition of openness and vulnerability yet keeping the truth veiled; because the truth is too painful to express fully in prose.
- Please share with me your 3 favourite poems that you’ve written and explain your choices?
Lost generation is a pretty self-explanatory poem. I wrote it age 20 after dropping out of Law school and feeling the usual angst against establishments and society as a whole. This poem is also prophetic of my path to my romanticised idea of Bohemia and the literary life. (Which I made happen 5 years later.)
We are the heir
In academia we make our bet
They get into debt.
Fortune is linear?
Starve, charge and never recharge.
Let’s get skinnier.
We are living it up
Naivety of a pup
In the workplace we are like slaves
Then at night we rave.
Our big break will come.
Chase, trace and encase.
To the beat of our drum
But I will not succumb
You are all so dumb
Here I become
And then some…
I escaped to Bohemia
Away from academia
Ran from the curse
In my converse
And then some
Ran away from academia
Away from the curse
In my converse
This poem is my attempt at redefining “luxury” steering it away from what consumer-based society wants us to believe it is. For a long while art, writing etc was out of my life. I couldn’t create as I naturally would have in younger years, things were so horrid that I couldn’t see past the chaos I had been put in. So now having made the switch back to embracing the arts in my life it feels like a luxury like it’s something precious to have back. Given all the sadness and unhappy circumstances that can arise in life I now feel it’s a luxury to have interests in philosophy, illustration whatever else because there was a time in life when it was just about survival and happiness and creativity couldn’t exist, it just didn’t have the chance to.
LUXURY: PART 1
Poetry is a luxury.
Illustration is a luxury.
All I need is my
So long as S & M
does not win.
How I love
to speak in this riddle.
Who is the cat
who is the fiddle?
The sheep that howls….
But now I’m off to bed.
Dreaming of you in my head.
Not that long ago
I wanted to be dead.
But I must go on.
You must go on.
We must go on.
With Simple Living.
Life in The Shire.
I’ve started jotting down these smaller, sharper poems that concisely utter the pain, dichotomy and agony of emotions.
Love me or lie to me
It’s all the same?
What’s the difference?
“By and Bye”
I dream about you
But I wake up without you
I’m in love with you
But I can’t be with you
- Where can people find your poems? (Book link, website, FB, Twitter, Instagram etc links)
The Quarter Life Crisis Poet available in
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