Everybody has a story to tell, some say it in the local cafe, others in their local pub, some of the stories are true other stories are just made up to pass the time, they are telling a story, they are storytellers, but nobody calls them that.
I write different things, I write down my views, I write about history, I write about daily events and I also write stories, if you have not noticed everything I write down is in poetry form, why do I do this? because I have always have done it this way, it feels comfortable like an old pair of slippers.
For the last two years or so I have been writing more often, I have posted work on here on WordPress, I have written many eBooks, I have also two paperback books.
I labelled myself as a poet writing poetry tales, it was my death wish, nobody reads poetry, poetry is about roses and rings and saint valentines day things.
my label placed me in a small box in a big world, people saw my post, some saw that it was poetry and went on to the next post, some saw my poem was long, and went to the next post, some saw that I was writing about Italy and did not want to hear me out, there are so many fussy people out there, I can guarantee that everyone who has liked my poetry on here at least half have not read the full poem, I can guarantee the 1200 ebooks downloaded have not been fully read.
at this moment I am in a difficult position, even though someone has read my work, someone has downloaded my e-book it seems all sort of a false dawn, it seems that what I have written so far is OK but not what I was looking for.
So what can I do? give in? get angry? get drunk? nobody said it would be easy, poetry is dead in a stagnant pond in an overgrown garden, nobody wants to cut through the undergrowth, nobody wants to dredge the pond to find the oyster waiting to be found!
I have to change my tactics, I have to show the world that even though I am writing in poetry form my real art is the storyteller, in my words you can find real facts, real history and real life events.
I can mix fact and fiction and deliver you the best tasting pizza with a healthy topping of knowledge.
There is a lot of fast food type poetry around which should not be disregarded, writing and reading in any form is better than playing all day on a game console, if you want a quick bite to eat go to a fast food joint where the food is plastic and the drinks will rot your gut, in the end I am fine food at a cheap price and a lot easier to digest.
My friends, my readers , my critics I am the storyteller, I tell stories, I am cursed to write in poetry form, I would like to hear your thoughts on that!
Today is an important day in the book year World Book Night is upon us, time to party!
Darren Hobson April 2015