A Poetry Collection by someone who hates poetry collections - Kim Snow - E-Book

A Poetry Collection by someone who hates poetry collections E-Book

Kim Snow

0,0
5,99 €

-100%
Sammeln Sie Punkte in unserem Gutscheinprogramm und kaufen Sie E-Books und Hörbücher mit bis zu 100% Rabatt.
Mehr erfahren.
Beschreibung

It is a contemporary poetry collection with little respect to classical forms - but not as chaotic as some other modern poetry. The topics range from hopes and dreams over coffee and chickens to other people's expectations. There are also some poems that are heavily influenced by New Zealand and Maori.

Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:

EPUB
MOBI

Seitenzahl: 28

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Bewertungen
0,0
0
0
0
0
0
Mehr Informationen
Mehr Informationen
Legimi prüft nicht, ob Rezensionen von Nutzern stammen, die den betreffenden Titel tatsächlich gekauft oder gelesen/gehört haben. Wir entfernen aber gefälschte Rezensionen.



Not all those who wander are lost.

J.R.R. Tolkien

A Poetry Collection bysomeone who hates poetrycollections

Kim Snow

Dedications

This little collection is dedicated to Carissa Andrews, who I’ve never met but whose author course helped me to get back to writing.

It is also dedicated to all the poetry writers I had to write press releases for in the past – without you, I probably would never have started hating poetry collections.

I also should mention my teacher, who wanted to be called Mr G. Without him, I would not have experienced first-hand what it’s like to be misinterpreted as a writer.

Last but not least, I would like to thank another teacher, Ulrike Khalaf, who showed me what being a good teacher means. She also introduced me to authors we did not talk about in class because she knew I needed “more”.

And I dedicate this to myself,

Because I am still believing in dreams.

© 2022 Kim Snow

Typesetting by tredition, created with the tredition Text Designer

ISBN Softcover: 978-3-347-70755-9

ISBN Hardback: 978-3-347-70756-6

ISBN E-Book: 978-3-347-70757-3

ISBN Large print: 978-3-347-70758-0

Printing and distribution on behalf of the author:

tredition GmbH, Halenreie 40-44, 22359 Hamburg, Germany

The work, including its parts, is protected by copyright. The author is responsible for the contents. Any exploitation is prohibited without his approval. Publication and distribution are carried out on behalf of the author, to be reached at: tredition GmbH, department "Imprint service", Halenreie 40-44, 22359 Hamburg, Germany.

You hate poetry collections? Why? And why publish one?

My story about poetry and poetry collection goes back to my teenage years. I always loved writing. Every time we had to write essays in school, I loved it. I also loved reading and was a regular visitor in our local libraries (back then, libraries were the easiest and most affordable way for me to read as much as I wanted – they were special places).

When I was 15, I started dreaming of writing my own book. At the age of 16, a friend encouraged me to write fan fiction for our favourite anime, “Sailor Moon”. How I wish I still had these stories. I wrote three extra seasons for the show, introducing three new characters (two of my friends and myself – because we all wanted to be Sailor Soldiers!).

I also wrote one or the other poem. One day, I wanted to have some “professional” feedback. Who would be better suited for that than my literature teacher, right? I handed Mr. G one of my poems, which, in my heart, was dedicated to three characters from Sailor Moon (which he obviously did not know).

What did the man do? The same day, we had a literature class. Keep in mind, I am talking about a class full of 16- year-olds here.

Teenagers.

Most of which had no interest in the subject.

That day, our teacher opened the class with the words: “Today, we will look at a contemporary poem written by one of your classmates.” I could have killed him.

The sniggers of my classmates were not even the worst thing. I could not believe how he picked line after line apart, putting in a meaning I did not intend for it. When I talked about stars, I DID mean literal stars in the sky and their beauty. It was not a metaphor for something unattainable.