Hotel Life.

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‘Lewington does it again, and proves why she’s one of my contemporary favorite voices. Honest observations in sparse lines that don’t shy from cynicism, sarcasm and the gritty truths that comprise day to day life.
As with many of Lewington’s chapbooks, this one is also themed, and is primarily focused on hotel room experiences.
Highly recommended!’ Nicholas Trandahl, author of Pulling Words, and Think of Me.

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Hotel Life contains poems that were written whilst i was traveling, on scraps of paper that were to hand and that have now been hand made into a chapbook by CWP Collective press. There are forty poems. This is another one of my themed chapbooks, on hotel life – from the endless corridors, vending machines, and nightlife.

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The muse, depression, and writing.

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There are writers I have spoken to that have confirmed this, as well as from my own first hand experience, our minds are always ticking over. We are writing stories in our heads as we brush our teeth, travel on the Tube, eat our lunch, put out the bins, watch television, and so on. As a poet I am puzzling over titles, over used cliché alternatives, end lines, or chewing over the niggles of new inspiration, trying to join the dots, and mould words into something coherent.
So if it were to gradually recede, or to suddenly stop, when the hubbub dims it can seem that the dreaded writers block has hit. I don’t believe in writers block. I think when we hit a rut in our lives seemingly everything begins to unravel, depression sets in, and your mind is far from putting bums in seats, pens to paper, and fingers on the keyboard. You have to nurture the part of you that wants to write, that wants to live on a deeper level. You have got to find a way to feel alive again. When you fee the sharp ends of every one of your five senses, you start to imagine the possibilities, and what those possibilities can become.
I like to walk, to be with nature, to feel the wind, to smell the air of a wood, to hear the faint noises of the roads encompassing the green space.
I like the movement of travel, of going on the Tube, the rush as the train approaches, the swish of the doors, and the crush of people, the discomfort of it all.
That is what gets my muse singing, and then it as easy, and as difficult, as putting bums in seats, pens to paper, fingers on the keyboard, and writing. Even if it is a string of choice words, get the cramp out, and enjoy the sensation of writing again, being immersed into something that is entirely your own creation.


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Here comes the Sun: I Capture an Image with My Pen.

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I Capture an Image with My Pen

in Brugge

a group of three

students

perform

in

front of a parade of

restaurants

and as it comes to

the music draws in

and the crowds

once swollen

disperse

as a hat is passed

around for

loose Euros –

in way of payment

for the performance –

and this is why

i write poetry

to capture

small moments.

Katie Lewington (C)


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