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Influences and Inspiration

Influences and Inspiration

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The Lost Generation
Jonathan Reed

I am part of a lost generation.
And I refuse to believe that
I can change the world.
I realize this may be a shock, but
“Happiness comes from within”
Is a lie, and
“Money will make me happy”
So in thirty years, I will tell my children
They are not the most important thing in my life.
My employer will know that
I have my priorities straight because
Work
Is more important than
Family
I tell you this:
Once upon a time
Families stayed together
But this will not be true in my era.
This is a quick fix society
Experts tell me
Thirty years from now, I will be celebrating the tenth anniversary of my divorce.
I do not concede that
I will live in a country of my own making.
In the future,
Environmental destruction will be the norm.
No longer can it be said that
My peers and I care about this Earth.
It will be evident that
My generation is apathetic and lethargic.
It is foolish to presume that
There is hope.

And all of this will come true unless we reverse it.

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I don’t want you to be my well constructed paragraph
I rather you be my run on sentence

 

This love isn’t a synopsis
thesis 
or dissertation
it’s a creative writing project that comes together
flawed 
magical 
and full of errors
but we are still learning

 

I don’t need punctuation marks getting in between what we have

 

What we pour into one another should be fluid 
not frozen by societal expectations

 

Let’s avoid periods or colons
comas or ellipses
in OUR love work

 

I’m even OK with us being grammatically incorrect
unconventional 
and in love the way we want to be in love

I will never use my red pen on your heart or tongue to disregard or dismantle how you feel or speak
and I am perfectly OK with your mistakes

 

This love is not a college essay

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No Edits, Alex Elle (via alexandraelle)

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sample of ‘crossing paths’ matrix style

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Anne Harrison 05.07.17

the journey continues

Crossing Paths

FE in Creative Writing, Poetry Assignment at Leicester University

 

As ‘Crossing Paths’ is made up of two poems spliced together and rearranged to create a visual image with words. The concept requiring the reader to rotate the paper, to mentally follow the paths of the two poems that have relating themes. Indicating that there is balance in nature and words alike… The two (untitled) pieces are as follows: 

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5am wake up calls tip-tapping along the hull
precision dog-fight pilots with
a cascade of noise excited chatter
squabbling feathers fly
i turn to see your black glass eye hungry
you come so close yet still so cautious
you talk to me you watch me
yet you still won’t trust me
our royal highness you do not ignore
giant feet slapping churning frothing
water he reaches his full long length
tip-tapping upon glass round
the watchful mother guarding
black cotton wool balls of life
shrill cheeping calling cries
alert learning flight
once i saw a flash so bright so swift
brilliant orange electric blue a purr
hovering wings flutter zap gone
a split second of breathless awe
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i arrived in the heart of winter amidst falling snow
trapped in the mud my arrival scarred the earth
my whole life wrapped up in boxes
i was alone
frozen water immense sheets of ice fizzled and cracked
electric sounds echoing through the air
a creak ting snap friction
i thought i would never be warm again
the scent of new life brings hope
rich thick earth parts for growth
sleeping seeds awake reach for light
a frisky underlying desire
hatch doors thrown open to welcome the sun
we count babies from week to week
watching hatchlings grow yet
only those strong survive
the leaves decorate the surface water
wood is horded and stored
a fresh nip clips the air with
a taste of frost
we circle water rises and drops
in the heart of nature
weather rules and i learn
i am never alone
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Anne Harrison 30.06.17
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SSDD

  • same time
  • same bus
  • same people
  • same journey
  • same bullshit newspaper spoonfeeding lies
  • same seat
  • same

 

sat at the back of the bus i can escape reality for ten minutes while those around me stare at their tiny screen ears plugged with music flicking through pages of daily crap i fly on dragonflies the size of horses over lilac seas melting into a glittery horizon of low hanging golden moons circling in a turquoise neon sky watching glibberly serks gallop through still waves in schools of elegant dance young dibberboks chase them as i reach down allowing my fingers to trace swirls through the honey sea weaving my steed through airships and balloons flown by cunning fox sky bandits from far off hills in shimmering shadows of kirktop heights laughing enjoying the freedom of my flight i notice a lone hibblelip moon bathing upon a smooth floating sox i wave in glee as she tips her top hat at me the driver slams on his breaks im jerked back to the muttering of grannies complaining wondering why people always need to state the obvious out my window i pass shops of brightly coloured sarees elegant and translucent smooth silks such as the king of undermountain would adorn his royal chamber his guards know me in their realm and im welcomed in my daydream land to a feast of foreign foods dainty desserts of fabulous colours my guardian lives here amongst the fandolots his armour rusty his smile warm i feed my steed slithering gibs to his delight and sloppy kisses we dance to alien music to no tune with freedom and joy the samsots the dames the lillypad slips the giants skip and jive to the dolly pipes in a circle dance that wraps between realms reminding few men they share these worlds  with the marvellous unknown limitation of the mind and forgotten realms inside…. 

 

  • last stop
  • that fight to get off
  • rushing crowds going their own way
  • ignorant in sleepy gloom
  • another day starts the
  • same

 

 

 

Anne Harrison 29.06.17

Re-Posted as the ‘Newspaper’ version looses its detail when converted into a JPEG

Poetry Collection

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FE in Creative Writing, Poetry Assignment at Leicester University

I’m going to share this with you, it’s going to take a while to put together, but I want to display this carefully. One page at a time, apart from the essay, which I shall include last. This is so you can form your own opinion about my work before I explain the background to each piece and inspiration behind the Word Art.

I’m not neglecting my ‘evenlongernotsoshortshortstory’ my characters wouldn’t let me anyway! I just want to focus on a different form of creative writing for a short while, while I plot and plan various fantastic adventures in my mind.

 

Anne Harrison 28.06.17

 

 

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