is that they remind you of good
intentions. Coming back to this after a while I’m reminded of the month of
first drafts I tried to write. But life got in the way, I did write a fair few,
but they didn’t make it as far as this blog.
I guess though that there is something to be said for
keeping on trying, even if we don’t succeed. Life knocks us off track, but we
keep on trying again and again. So here’s another entry, full of good
intentions to keep it going, but without any promises.
At present I’m working on a portfolio of poetry for my MA
dissertation. The fact I’m working on my dissertation is a kind of ‘Wow I’m
nearly there’, but brings with it ‘how will I get it done in time? Will it be
good enough?’ Along with the thorough enjoyment of what I’m doing.
And underlying all that is a slight panic as to what I’ll do
with myself once it’s over! I’ve been studying for years and years, and I know
that I write much better when I have deadlines. So somehow I need to find a way
to get that motivation going. Give
myself some self-imposed deadlines.
My dissertation is
based on translations of Propertius’ Elegies. He was obsessed with a
woman called Cynthia and wrote so many poems about their love story. They’re
sort of romantic to work with, but at the same time, now and then I think if he
was around today he would be officially emo.
If his relationship with Cynthia
was truly as he wrote it, they sound a co-destructive couple. However, if I
think back to my lovelorn angst ridden teen poetry, I can assume that what he
writes is very biased, we’re only seeing one perspective on his life, so I have
to hope it wasn’t as bad as he makes out.
