Last week I went to a workshop at the Poetry School with Carrie Etter, about beginnings and endings. This was all about poetry but everything we did, from playing with tabloid headlines to analysing what titles did for their poems, got me thinking about sideways ways into stories. Poetry is never direct: you very rarely say straight out what you mean. (In my case at the moment, I never say what I mean at all, unless there is something very deep underlying the chorus of washing machines in my writing.)
The First World War produced reams of poetry: there was so much to express. After even the little research I've done so far I feel surrounded by powerful characters, all with something to say. There are also hundreds of little connections to my world.
I feel the need for a sideways way to express it all. I wonder what the tabloids said during the First World War. Did they even have tabloids back then?
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