Tag: poem

I’ve had some more time for assignments, which has felt good. Thinking about the time I have, it has felt more doable. However, there has been difficulties more recently, as due to my dyspraxia, I am able to get a tutor, but this support has been pulled due to a change in companies, so it all feels uncertain and has happened at the worst time as I really need the support for these assignments right now. I have just over a month to finish them! Thankfully I’m off uni for a month, and off placement for a couple of weeks too.

I also attended a ‘Greening Your Practice’ Forum on the day I’d normally have uni, which my placement held online, and was done in a kind of experiential way. I’m focussing on reading more papers for my FCR at the moment, so I can expand it before cutting down words… it’s currently already over 4000 words too long!

After work on Thursday, I went to see Jacob Sam-La Rose and Ella Frears. I hadn’t seen them for years! It was so lovely to see them both, hear their work, and be involved in the Q&A. Seeing all the work Ella has been doing, as someone who possibly started out a similar time to me, has spurred me on to carve more time out for my creative projects after this course and not rush into a job job until it’s something I really want, even if that means doing some voluntary work to keep my Art Psychotherapy skills going.

Today I’ll be going to a local exhibition nearby a student I’m working with, and getting stuck into more academic papers, making the most of some morning sun by walking 45-minutes there and back, also making up for my lack of movement yesterday, where I stayed locally, meeting about a potential summer She Grrrowls event, and going to the Job Centre – the woman I saw was really supportive and it seems I have needlessly taken on more work as both her and the person who is meant to be my appointed job coach have an understanding of what I’m doing at the moment! If I fail the course, I’ll potentially be on benefits for longer! On that note, time for breakfast!

Watching: The Simpsons, Missing You, Toxic Town

Reading: The Interpersonal World of The Infant by Daniel N. Stern, Art, Psychotherapy and Psychosis by Katherine Killick and Joy Schaverien, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers, Qur’an (audiobook)

Podcasts: What Now? with Trevor Noah

Music: Bright Eyes, Green Day, Sleep Token, Bullet for my Valentine

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

Last weekend, lesson planning took me longer than expected, so I remember feeling quite stressed when I attempted to get back to assignments. I realised that most Sundays were better spent reading, though I’m feeling able to try to edit the word count of a smaller piece today. I had the draft tutorial for my longer piece and that felt quite overwhelming. There’s still a lot more work to do. My main problem is keeping to the word count, but without losing anything integral.

I went to the CPIFF film festival again, and have the last one next week. Placement was from home on Wednesday, which felt like I had a bit of a breather, though I was still working hard, I was able to take a walk and have my lunch outside, which was nice. I also had to finish a book to give back to the library by the weekend, so I spent some time outside reading where possible, but mostly I had to work indoors.

I hyper-focussed for five hours straight on Friday, completing the fifth ACE project grant application, and then the next morning, I read over it, tweaked a few last things and submitted it! That afternoon, I went with the Forest Hill Stanza group to share some poems as part of an event at Deptford Lounge. It was really lovely, well-attended, and people were really interested and I sold a few books too!

Watching: Race Across the World, The Simpsons, Adolescent

Reading: The Interpersonal World of The Infant by Daniel N. Stern, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers, Qur’an (audiobook), The Game Changers by Tim Clare (audiobook)

Podcasts: What Now? with Trevor Noah

Music: Göksel, Download playlist, Lemon drops

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

I’m writing this on a Sunday morning, on the way to facilitate a Lego party, luckily not too far away as it’s only an hour long. I’m looking forward to spending the afternoon at the park, but with my laptop as I’m still not ready to submit my draft essay. I’m thinking to also bring some art materials to use during a break.

This week has been full of ups and downs. I hosted a SOLD OUT She Grrrowls at the Southbank Centre’s National Poetry Library, which is the first sold out show since the pandemic, having not been able to go back to The Poetry Cafe, not having heard anything directly from them about going back, and now being priced out of the hire fees.

The day after the event, I got the rejection for the ACE funding application I had submitted for the fourth time. Once I’ve submitted the draft of my Final Clinical Report, I’m going to amend and submit for the fifth time. I’ve even tried to find out many times I would need to submit probability-wise and it could be between 5-10 times, which could take over another year. However, I’m at the point where I have tried so many times, that I’ve gone too far to just stop trying. It was apt that the theme for the event just gone was about resilience.

I’d also met Troy Cabida, who works at the library, the previous week, at Catford Library, reading his work alongside Sanah Ahsan, who I’d met for the third time but it seemed like the first time that we might not both forget that we met. I do wonder how bigger names in poetry deal with meeting so many different people!

Things are otherwise ticking along, and I started with a new student on Fridays. I’ll be tutoring history, which isn’t my specialty, but I’ve found some good resources, my student having chosen to look at Elizabethan England.

The CPIFF festival brought another coincidence as one of the films ‘Root Note’ was made by Guy Larsen, who film a poem for me back in 2013, when I won the Poetry Rivals slam. It was actually one of my favourites, so I should get in touch to say.

Watching: The Simpsons, Race Across the World, Apple Cider Vinegar

Reading: The Elected Member by Bernice Rubens, Attacks on Linking Revisited, The Interpersonal World of The Infant by Daniel N. Stern, None of the Above by Travis Alabanza (audiobook), Qur’an (audiobook)

Podcasts: What Now? by Trevor Noah, Multiamory: Rethinking Modern Relationships

Music: Cheekface, Chappell Roan

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

It’s been up and down this week as I may lose another student, but I may gain other one. It’s still hard to cover my costs, so I’ve tried my hand at matched betting again, which took a while to come through but worked out well! The main challenge at the moment is paying for personal therapy each week as this isn’t something that can be counted as an expense for Universal Credit, yet is an essential part of my training.

I’ve mainly been stuck into writing my assignments, aside from attending my placement and working. I had a couple less students this week due to half term, though haven’t had as much time as I would like on studying, so looking forward for some more time this afternoon for it. Uni was quite long this week as we had a whole day focussed on age and ageism. Initially, I just wanted that time to wrote, but it ended up being quite interesting, and I became more aware of everyday ageism, including its internalisation, and even came across an interview with Halle Berry on Trevor Noah’s podcast ‘What Now?’

That evening was also spent listening to a reading of Preciado’s ‘Can The Monster Speak?’ I watched from home to conserve energy, but it was still very powerful to hear LGBTQ+ people in the field reading the text, and useful to hold a discussion afterwards. I also put my brain to work in a different way by attending the local pub quiz, which initially I arranged partly because they have a cash prize!

Tomorrow is the Forest Hill Stanza Open Mic, and otherwise there’s a few poetry events happening next week that I’m contemplating, though torn as I need to focus on my assignments. One I had a hand in recommending acts for, which is Too Crip, Too Queer, At Deptford Lounge (and streaming online) on Wednesday.

Watching: The Simpsons, Valeria, Race Across the World, Secret Diary of a Callgirl

Reading: A Promised Land by Barack Obama (audiobook), It All Makes Sense Now by Alex Patridge (audiobook), The Elected Member by Bernice Rubens

Podcasts: What Now? with Trevor Noah

Music: AURORA, Ashnikko

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!

I am thrilled to say that I will now stop fundraising for my course fees! My prayers were answered and I have been awarded enough to cover the remaining fees! So by the end of next month I will be able to pay my fees off completely and focus my energies on surviving the next few months. I cannot express what a relief it is! I’m unsure if I can reveal the source of the award yet, but it means I will also get to allocate time to developing a new pamphlet of poems, which is exciting.

Last weekend, I managed to see the exhibition at the RA: Michelangelo, Leonardo, Raphael. Although I tend to prefer seeing contemporary art, it was fascinating to see such old drawings and the relationships and influence between the artists. I’ve also watched a lot of Da Vinci’s Demons, so it was interesting for me to make these connections. I had a Lego party on the Saturday and on Sunday, I crocheted for the first time and made a very improvised heart shape. I think I’ll still to a scarf next time!

I had my mid-placement reports from both my university supervisor and my clinical placement supervisor. They were very encouraging, and having needed to build my confidence back up after not receiving great assignment grades, it feels like I am on the right track.

I’m looking forward to a weekend where I can fully focus on my assignments, other than attending my friend Ella’s yoga class on Sunday and maybe going for a hot drink. It’s in Forest Hill, if you’re reading this and fancy some affordable and trauma-informed yoga to get your day started! Book here.

Lastly, if you haven’t watched the series Mo, I highly recommend it. The last series was so poignant and important viewing. It features Mo Amer, a Palestinian-American comedian, and the story appears to be semi-autobiographical, it is co-created by Mo Amer and Ramy Youssef.

Watching: Stable, The Simpsons, Mo

Reading: A Promised Land by Barack Obama (audiobook), The Interpersonal World of the Infant by Daniel N. Stern, The Elected Member by Bernice Rubens

Podcasts: What Now? with Trevor Noah

Music: AURORA

Again, if you’re able to share or donate to my crowdfund as I train to become an Art Psychotherapist, or buy some books, please do!