Showing posts with label Dartmoor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dartmoor. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

The perfect CV


After three years inseminating elephants
I became a full-time mime

But due to on-the-job pressures

I was delighted to accept an opportunity

To study the impact of Brexit negotiations on the lunch choices of the UK’s pre-schoolers

I mean, my CV doesn’t say that.

It has an eclectic mix to be sure

Sub-editing Lime Lizard

Co-ordinating Tangible Arts

GAP Project Training Manager

Acting editor of Spain’s first national English language newspaper

Communications Officer for a school Sixth Form on the edge of Dartmoor

But you can see the thread, can’t you?

It’s there in the bullet points

Where it says

Ghostwrite, edit, empathise, evaluate

Where it says

Research, read, study, scrutinise

Where it says

Unearth, explore, provoke, expose

Where it says

Scratch, stab, poke, bleed

Where it says

Do what it takes to be a poet

Live, breathe, suffer, scream.


Thursday, March 22, 2012

Relocation

Slight hiatus while we moved country again. Now we are living on the misty moors, a stone's plummet from Hound of the Baskervilles territory. But it takes time to re-adjust, especially when you have moved a whole family, and have a car with the controls on the wrong (right) hand side, and small sturdy ponies rear up at you out of the mist and lambs stick their startled heads through tangled hedgerows when you least expect it. Not to mention the cowpats. I'd forgotten about those. Digging poo out of your wellie tracks with the back of a teaspoon.

More soon.