Writer
Being the descendent of a famous poet has its drawbacks – the greatest of which is, I believe, the inhibiting impact it has on one’s own urges to put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). Nevertheless, I have written poems over the years and, more recently a number of ‘monologues’ (some more fictional than others). My outputs to date are far from Victorian in style – though maybe they have an element of ‘in memoriam’.
Writing comes easily… actually words come easily (a point often made by those I have trained or facilitated) but exactly what form my attempts at creative writing should take has been elusive – until I realised that it is quite legitimate to write
in any number of formats!
The brief biography of my father (written in the aftermath of his murder in 2005) sat on a shelf gathering dust. Did I write it for his grandchildren (the stated aim), or for me (as a form of therapy), or for a wider audience? And if the latter, what audience? Is it a potential radio play? A dramatic monologue? A prose poem? A novella? Maybe it will become clear or maybe the dust will just settle.
These – and other – questions about my writing have reverberated over time but have recently been resolved into my new publication (of which more below) which I think was prompted, consciously or unconsciously, by what the novelist Elif Shafak describes in her book HONOUR:
“The past is like a trunk in the loft, crammed with scraps, some valuable,
but many entirely useless. Although I’d prefer to keep it closed,
the slightest breeze throws it open, and, before I know it, all the contents
have flown everywhere. I put them back. One by one.
The memories, the bad and the good.
Yet the trunk always snaps open again when I least expect it.”
So wisely or unwisely (time will tell) I have recently put together a publication of some of my writings clustered under different headings to distinguish fact from fiction – though the more I review them, the less confident I am that it is possible to distinguish so neatly!
The title of the book is a quote from IN MEMORIAM by Alfred Tennyson (so I guess this suggests that he has had more influence on my life despite what I claim above!):
“For words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within”
REVEALING & CONCEALING – Table of Contents
Introduction
Fragments from my life
True stories
- Becoming German
- Experiments in shared living
- Triumvirates never work
- And you, my father
Truth-based Fiction
- Neural pathways
- The name of the dog
- A wife like the moon
Monologues
- Home is a mobile phone
- To dye or not to dye
- Episodes from a holiday in Italy
- Masks must be worn at all times
Poems
- Aldeburgh beach
- I email, therefore I am
- Keeping in touch
- Candlelight
- Piece for a storm-tossed heart
- Being the wind
- Ashes
For a copy of the book contact me:
ros@rostennyson.info