Friday, 8 July 2011

Sail Away

I'm off on the annual three week sailing trip, which contrary to most people's imagination, as indicated by their dreamy-eyed delight when I tell them, is more stressful and absorbing than lying on a deck trailing my fingers in the yacht's wake.

It'll be three weeks of meteorology, mathematics, jargon, oceanography and claustrophobia. That doesn't take into account the possible rain, gales and seasickness. But it does take my mind off everything else in life. And offers me sky, blues, air and physical dexterity.

Back online in August.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

Marketing Guide

I wrote this guide for Nawe's Writer's Compass earlier this year. It might hae some useful top tips on how to sell your book...

sarah hymas marketing
Marketing – an errant guide to promoting a first poetry collection
Sarah Hymas is a poet, performer, editor and coach. ...

and if that doesn't tickle your fancy, there are a whole heap of other guides available for free from the Writer's Compass resourses

Monday, 4 July 2011

Live: Dead and Alive

I love this find on the beach - the flower (I think it's a danewort, but please someone correct me if you know otherwise) growing out of the well-rotted sheep's carcass. The washed wool reminds me of lava with the erupting flower standing proud, it's a mini Iceland out there ... with less impact on holiday makers.

I would love to be able to slide seamlessly and cleverly from this life in death image to the Mouthtrap gig on Friday but it's Monday morning, after a gorgeously lazy weekend in the sunshine, so am not going to even try.
Although I did also thoroughly enjoy Mouthtrap's turn on Friday at Totally Wired at Storey Gallery it wasn't really a life in death experience or even a death in life experience. It was a wholehearted engagement in listening, watching, environmentalism and old fashioned fun. The acoustics in the gallery were astounding, especially when we were un-amped and in separate corners, our voices curved around the whole ceiling, as if the place became one massive lung.

We improv'd off a villanelle of mine about lighthouses. Although I was the only one to use words in the event, and then only a few repeated lines, more phrasing, which seemed appropriate to the films that will also curving around the huge walls - we were harmonious, dischordant, pacy, expansive, menacing and probably a whole bunch of other stuff that I wasn't aware of at the time and have now no sense of at all.

Elswhere, we were treated to some fantastic jazz, a hurdy gurdy folksome threesome, gorgeous harmonies, intense films, wierd shit and a sense of being in the right place along with 130 other people. Cracking start to the weekend.