Were you in the Space Scouts? I know I was… at least I think I was… maybe I just watched an episode of Red Dwarf and it got beamed into my DNA somehow. Speaking of which, I have a poem about DNA – and specifically about Rosalind Franklin, who I always want to call the Dark Lady of the Sonnets. She is sometimes referred to as the Dark Lady of DNA or something; being too much in the shadow of Watson and Crick who basically nicked her notes:
My poem is called ‘Gene Rummy’ and it works on ideas of twisting, in both cards and DNA.
I’m still waiting on the poetry prize – I emailed them a couple of weeks ago and got a rather (to my eyes) testy email back saying they were still deciding, so I shall not email again. Waiting is hard though: the results are due in October so surely by now they’ve got further than the quarter-finals? But no word..
Spent a significant part of yesterday preparing my application for the Writer in Residency: I’ve got most of the CV done, so now need to refine the ideas I have. Plenty of ideas coming, which is good.
Still reading ‘On Beauty’; still can’t put it down.
Went to drama workshop last night for the first time in ages. It was great – we had to construct characters from pieces of information; how they look, how they walk and talk and dress, and so on. Saw people I hadn’t seen in a while.
Today I shall be mostly… continuing with All That. As Robert Graves might have said.
And how true.