I am Alba Jover and I am a Spanish nurse living in the United Kingdom. I am currently working in Watford, but apart from being a little freak of nursing, I enjoy so much everything related to human expression. I am concretely more into abstract art but I enjoy everything that makes me feel something.
Last week, I had the absolute pleasure of having an online conversation with language teacher Kate about languages, cultures, immersion, poetry and creative expression for her podcast, handily entitled Conversations with Kate!
It was a mixture of nerves and excitement for me, not least because I read a poem in French to celebrate the forthcoming World Poetry Day on Thursday 21st March 2019.
This coming weekend and the following, Newham Poetry House will run four days of poetry workshops, readings, performances, open mic, spoken mic, and probably music, too. This project was commissioned by Newham Word Festival to take place in Stratford, east London, and is a local initiative to inspire poetry reading and writing.
When I think of InstaPoetry I think of it as the cross-section of technology and creative expression. We have found, over time, that technology has made our (I mean anyone younger than me!) attention span shorter, which leads us wanting smaller, shorter, more direct pieces of information. I see instapoets as simply a product of their of their environment, doing what comes naturally, connecting directly to their audience, in the only way they know how, hence their popularity.
We all have a job. Maybe we have two or more. And we all like to write. It doesn’t seem like these two should be in conflict - but often they are. With maximum time given to working to pay the bills, and minimum time given to being creative and expressing ourselves in a truly satisfying way.
Being a regular member of my local poetry group, Newham Poetry Group (well, maybe not that local…I travel a bit to get there, and maybe I should investigate if there is something close!) meant I was invited to be part of their second Poetry Anthology. What an honour!
I boomerang the words towards the bright blue sky, and they fall back down like a golden shower onto baby’s crown. We have been together, on and off, for 2 years. And the intense devotion I feel for her is reciprocated through gurgles and giggles and trusting eye winks.
Fox is not as wily as he once was. His eyesight is deteriorating. He is in bad health. Bipolar often sees him living at the extremes of his emotions, unaware of what he is doing. Upon seeing a homeless person begging on the side of the street recently, he immediately made paw-shapes with his hands, bringing them up to his chest, wanting so much to help. Then he promptly took off all his clothes and gave them to the man whose mouth seemed to freeze in an “o” shape. A round belly is quite an unexpected sight in the middle of winter. High on philanthropy, Fox remained oblivious to the approaching sirens.