Find me a form that I can’t understand.
Words that flow from your fleeting glimpses of
Life, an order unlike any other,
Bird song captured in letters and ink stains.
Rife with memory, scribe a symphony,
Hoard experience through language. Show me
Highs, lows, passion and depression, the long
Score, soundtrack to your existence.
Should not all art take a chance? A tiny
Risk, no matter how small, sets it apart
From the safety of ease and certainty.
Food for thought, sustenance for my new soul.
It makes me laugh; it seems that leaving my
Home gave my mind the space needed to grow.
I think i might have one of the nicer student village views
I need to find myself a coloured soul
To pull me out of the monochrome hole
I dug with broken words and scrabbling nails.
The edges too shear for me to scale.
As you may have guessed from the title, my name is Patrick Pink, and I am an aspiring writer currently studying English Literature at Swansea University. Over the course of my writing, I’m looking to experiment stylistically as well as in terms of genre. Currently, I am drawn to sceenwriting and short stories, as they are forms I can easily fit around my studies.
In terms of influences, I would say I’m an avid reader, interested in a variety of genres. Although I find it difficult to pinpoint a set of favourite books, I would have to place both The Time Machine, by HG Wells and Monkey by Wu Ch’Eng-En although for entirely different reasons. I love The Time Machine largely for the authenticity of the far future that Wells creates; as an extrapolation of the flaws within modern society, it appeals to both the sci-fi and political sides of my tastes. Monkey, however, is simply a fantastic story, made only more entertaining because it pertains to a part of the world I love, the Far East.
Anyway, that’s me in a nutshell. Any updates on here will probably be drafts, so don’t take it too seriously.