As I’m sure all of you know, there was a terrorist attack in Manchester, UK following an Ariana Grande concert. There were at least 22 killed from it and around 59 injured. This is heartbreaking to say the least.
I just wanted to say a couple things. The first being that this terrorist act was on a female singer whose majority of fans are also female, a lot of them young. I think this is a fact not lost on a lot of us. It makes me sick to think about how all these young people were deliberately attacked. My heart is aching for the families and friends who are all affected by this and the city of Manchester as a whole. All the people who went who survived this attack are now scarred, and no doubt some of them are experiencing survivor’s guilt. Which brings me to talk about Ariana. Putting myself in her shoes, I know I would blame myself. Even though rationally I would know that the blame lies elsewhere. I’m guessing this is exactly how she’s feeling right now; responsible. To have something that is meant to be so enjoyable as a concert get completely destroyed in a hateful attack is devastating for all involved. I can only imagine the emotional toll it must be having on her, the fact that all those people were gathered there to see her and then this happened.
It’s times like these where I wish I could do something to help, but I don’t know what that would be. I can say my heart and thoughts are with them because that’s true, I just don’t know what good that does. I suppose showing solidarity and support even if it’s nothing tangible is a good start, so that’s what I’ll do. I’m so sorry that this happened. I’m so sorry that attacks like this happen much too often, and I know there are ones that we don’t hear about because they happen in countries that the media doesn’t seem to care as much about. I’m sorry for the state of the world right now. I wish there was more I could say or do. Something that could make things better. But for right now what I can do is continue to send my love and thoughts out and hope the people of Manchester and all those affected can feel it at least a little.
Love to all xo
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Gory Fragments is a poetry series I’ve been working on for quite a while now. I’ve wanted to share some of my poetry for a really long time but have been too scared and self-conscious to do so. This series takes, as the title says, fragmentations of longer poems I’ve written and uses them as stand alone pieces (I’ve revised some of them so they work better alone). This allows me to share a little at a time and hopefully work up to sharing the full length poems in the near future. I like the idea of having just a few lines as a poem because sometimes that’s all you need to communicate or connect with someone.
I had considered releasing these poems under a pseudonym because of fear. Fears like not being good enough, rejection, and the fear of people thinking they know me. That last one is a big one for me, but I’m working on accepting the fact that I can’t control how others perceive me and I no longer want that to be something that causes me anxiety. I want to share this series under my own name because I want to own my story, experiences, feelings, and creative expression as a way to grow and continue practicing authenticity.
The name Gory Fragments was inspired by the poem from the film Like Crazy, that Felicity Jones’ character writes. It’s one of my favorite films, which also stars Anton Yelchin (Rest In Peace). In the poem one of the lines reads “the gory bits of you and the gory bits of me”. That line just really stuck with me. Here is the poem from the film in full –
I thought I understood it,
that I could grasp it.
But I didn’t,
Only the smudgeness of it;
eagerness of it.
I didn’t realize it would
sometimes be more than whole,
that the wholeness was a rather
Because it’s the halves that
halve you in half.
I didn’t know, don’t know,
about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you
and the gory bits of me.
Ultimately I wrote these for myself as a way of release and expression. That being said I hope that in sharing these poems at least one person reads something that strikes a chord with them, or makes them feel slightly less alone in their feelings.
Celebrate World Poetry Day!
“Poetry reaffirms our common humanity by revealing to us that individuals, everywhere in the world, share the same questions and feelings. Poetry is the mainstay of oral tradition and, over centuries, can communicate the innermost values of diverse cultures.
In celebrating World Poetry Day, March 21, UNESCO recognizes the unique ability of poetry to capture the creative spirit of the human mind.
A decision to proclaim 21 March as World Poetry Day was adopted during UNESCO’s 30th session held in Paris in 1999.
One of the main objectives of the Day is to support linguistic diversity through poetic expression and to offer endangered languages the opportunity to be heard within their communities.
The observance of World Poetry Day is also meant to encourage a return to the oral tradition of poetry recitals, to promote the teaching of poetry, to restore a dialogue between poetry and the other arts such as theatre, dance, music and painting, and to support small publishers and create an attractive image of poetry in the media, so that the art of poetry will no longer be considered an outdated form of art, but one which enables society as a whole to regain and assert its identity.” UN World Poetry Day
Happy World Poetry Day! I’m going to share some of my favorite poems, and some from the new poetry books I got, today and for the rest of the week. If you have favorites let me know or if you know of any cool poetry videos comment and I’ll share them as well! Will be sharing at least one more of my Gory Fragments this week too. Hope you all go out and read some poems today!
First poem in my Gory Fragments series