Friday, 10 May 2013

Call for words...

We are looking for poetry, prose and general blog pieces for the ROMP blog. By general blog pieces, we mean anything you want to talk about, the only criteria is that you have written them. Blogs can be about anything. Opinions, ideas, thoughts, rambles, rants, ponderings, happening, reviews, social commentary, news, current affairs and so on. Please send full written pieces to the ROMP blog for consideration (rompeteers@gmail.com).

If you require support to write a piece, please get in touch. If you're not confident with you're writing, we can
aim to work with you to write something consistent and engaging. Go on, give it a go!

Meanwhile, here are some tips for writing blogs:
If these don't tickle your taste buds, there's plenty more inspiration out there on the web. Please let us know about any great links.

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Poetry writers block - answer questions!

For example...
what can  you see?
what can  you see going on?
what can you hear?
what are you thinking?
what are you dreaming about?
what are you imagining?
what is it like being you?
what is it like being where you are?
what do you hope for?
what do you fear?
what do you most want?

Calling all rompeteers...

We are looking for poetry, prose and general blog pieces for the ROMP blog. By general blog pieces , we mean anything you want to talk about, the only criteria is that you have written them. Blogs can be about anything. Opinions, ideas, thoughts, rambles, rants, ponderings, happening, reviews, social commentary, news, current affairs and so on. Please send full written pieces to the ROMP blog for consideration. If you require support to write a piece, also please get in touch. If you're not confident with you're writing, we can aim to work with you to write something consistent and engaging. Go on, give it a go!

Meanwhile, here are some tips for writing blogs:

If these don't tickle your taste buds, there's plenty more inspiration out there on the web. Please let us know about any great links.

For inspiration... The Thought-Fox

I imagine this midnight moment's forest:
Something else is alive
Beside the clock's loneliness
And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:
Something more near
Though deeper within darkness
Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow
A fox's nose touches twig, leaf;
Two eyes serve a movement, that now
And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow
Between trees, and warily a lame
Shadow lags by stump and in hollow
Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business

Till, with a sudden sharp hot stink of fox
It enters the dark hole of the head.
The window is starless still; the clock ticks,
The page is printed.
By Ted Hughes (about Ted)