I work in a school, which means I have 6 weeks off over summer, which is indisputably lovely and wonderful.
And I’ve done some very exciting things this summer; I’ve performed on the main stage at Blue Dot festival (bonkers), worked another festival (Green Man), visited a close friend in Sheffield, been driven to London and back in a day to watch professional wrestling (and heard the best heckle of my life: ‘You look like a shit Charles Manson!’), been in the sea during a thunderstorm, (semi) adopted two kittens, seen some excellent live music (Kraftwerk, John Grant, Easy Star All-Stars, New Order, Four Tet, Self-Esteem) and some excellent films (MIDSOMMAR, MIDSOMMAR, MIDSOMMAR)… but summer holidays also produce their own lulls, among the highs.
I’m currently in the middle of said lull, brought about by a combination of shit weather, no plans and exceptionally minimal funds. I’ve been rattling around the house the last few days, and the over-access to sleep and television and relative lack of exercise and stimulation (plus some stressful life admin) has resulted in my moods being fairly low.
As always, the best and quickest way for me to deal with these lows has been to write. Producing something creative, even something slightly scrappy and odd (as this poem undoubtedly is), produces a little endorphin rush, that doing the washing up and tidying your bookshelves can’t quite match (though I do also enjoy these activities/false illusions of being in control of my life).
And because I’m trying to be better about sharing my work, I thought I’d whack it on up here, with basically no editorial faffing, because otherwise it’ll just sit in my onedrive getting dusty and because I, like everyone else, am constantly seeking instant gratification.
If you would care to read it and validate me internet, that would be greatly appreciated. It’s somewhere between a love poem about the cat and a treatise on self-delusion.