tall & ignorant servants
Sally Evans.
Book nerd. Tea drinker. Dilettante. Poet. Small-town girl. Insomniac. Non-smoker. Origami crane enthusiast. Structuralist. Geek. Academic-in-waiting. Lover of the em rule.
Location: Wollongong, NSW, Australia
More poetry at: lovemakingsounds
Personal blog at: kaywinnit-lee-frye
I need advice.
I’ve created a Wordpress blog for my academic/poetic/serious thoughts and words, but I’m not sure how to negotiate using it and my Tumblr.
My main Tumblr account has always been for my poetry. In some ways, I’d like to just dedicate my Wordpress to poetry and serious stuff, stuff that potential employers or publishers might find valuable, and then use my Tumblr for the less serious stuff like my love for Anna Torv.
Dunham wants answers and so do I.
But there are problems. I’m pretty sure I can’t just delete my primary blog outright and transfer ‘primacy’ to one of my other blogs. Would that I could! Tumblr would be so much easier! But nevermind. I’m also sure that I can’t merge two Tumblrs. So the divide between serious Tumblr and fangirl Tumblr can’t be sealed, at least as far as I can tell. I could reblog everything from one to the other but then it all happens in a big block and frankly, I’d prefer it to stay contextual, in terms of what date it originally happened.
I don’t want the people who are following my poetry Tumblr to be disadvantaged, since I’m not sure you would want to either follow my fangirl Tumblr (because of how much you maybe dislike Anna Torv or something) or follow me over on Wordpress (because maybe you just happen to like Tumblr and of course you do).
Likewise if I deleted my fangirl Tumblr and made my proper Tumblr into a blended serious/fangirl thing, I’m worried that some of my favourite followers from there (mostly fellow fanfolk) wouldn’t make the jump.
So what do I do? Double-post poetry to Wordpress and Tumblr? Let my main Tumblr go stagnant and keep fangirling in its current location? Start doing all of my Tumbling from my main account, delete/redirect my fangirl account, and just link to the serious stuff as and when it happens on Wordpress?
Does anyone have any other/better ideas?
… pleasure amongst not merely
the word, one amongst them; but the
skin over the points, of the bone.
J.H. Prynne, ‘The Numbers’
skin
most sensitive
over the bone
bent at joints
what the wolves
tear loose
drag on
bloody
elbows
over the
bank
water
cleans the skin
anaesthetic
so you will not feel
aesthetic
to be felt
I leant
and laid my branches down
along your shoulders.
I stood alongside
as you fell like timber
amidst wolves’ teeth.
Your grey cheek fell to the shale
your skin’s colour
flooded the tongue of the river.
Blood flowed
beneath me
to my roots.
Your voice
gusted in my leaves.
she’s all lip-gloss glistening
he’s all think and businessing
she’s all slick and shimmying
he’s all tricks and glittering
she’s all drink and dizzying
he’s all thick and pinkening
she’s all lick and kissing him
he’s all twisting linening
she’s all flirt and flickering
he’s all fizz and slithering
she’s all wink and tickling
he’s all drip and drizzling
she’s little miss winking, impish unforgiving
he’s brittle-damp sickening, all wit and withering
First published in One Horse Town, October 2008.
Not new work, I admit, but someone asked me to put this in digitally-accessible form.
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tallandignorantservants Said:
- I’ve delivered papers at five conferences since 2008, have one article waiting for publication from the first, and am currently revising a paper for publication from another.
- When I was 11, my best friend Kathleen and I were both obsessed with the musical Cats!, which is not so bad, except then Kathleen got the CD soundtrack and we’d listen to it every single Friday and for months I had insomnia because I couldn’t get the songs out of my head.
- I still get insomnia, because I can’t stop my brain from thinking.
- When I’m not doing anything else, and sometimes when I’m doing menial tasks, I have imaginary conversations in my head. Sometimes out loud as well, if I’m alone. They can be with people I know, or they can be conversations between fictional characters. I’ve done a lot of Doctor Who/Amy Pond ones. They tend to turn out more like episode dialogue, but the ones with real people are about ~emotions and stuff.
- Despite this, I’m awful at actually writing dialogue if I ever need to.
- Also, despite this, the idea of actually having a real conversation with someone I know about ~emotions and stuff scared the crap out of me and I never initiate conversations like that even if I think they’re necessary.
- Also, pretty much any sentence that comes out of my mouth has been practiced first, although now that I’m teaching classes, I think I’m getting better at being less practiced and more honest.
- I’ve started doing bellydancing classes, which I’m not quite as awful at as I thought I’d be. I’m also starting rock n roll dancing lessons in a couple of days.
- This month, I finally managed to find a pair of leather lace-up knee-high boots without heels that I could actually afford. I’d been looking ever since the Amanda Palmer concert I went to in January.
- I’ve been on the contraceptive pill for a third of my entire lifetime.
