Biography of Morney Wilson
I live in a flat in London with some knitted plants write a lot, run a myspace page for myself and a musician friend, a website and sell on Amazon and eBay.
I've had about 50 poems published - some in anthologies (mostly in the UK, but 2 in the US) and some online. One came 4th in Forward Press's 'Top Poets of 2005' and earned me my first money from writing poetry. I self-published my first book of poems last year on lulu.com.
Over the last few months, I've been lucky enouigh to meet Bazza on myspace, a hugely prolific songwriter and singer. He's made 15 of my poems into songs and it's turned into a CD, 'The Morney Set, ' which is now on sale. More to come!
My favourite poets are Sylvia Plath, Sharon Olds, Anne Sexton, TS Eliot, Ted Hughes, Jeffrey McDaniel, Dorianne Laux, Benjamin Zephaniah, Roxy Gordon and my favourite poet/songwriter is Townes van Zandt.
I don't believe in there being any rigid 'rules' when writing poetry. I think part of the beauty of it is that it can be whatever you want it to be. I like to experiment with punctuation, line breaks, rhymes (mostly internal ones) and styles. I don't like it when people criticise what they see as 'unconventional' poetry and I don't like it when people think they know how a poem 'should' be written and insist on telling other people where they're going wrong.
I believe that a poem means whatever it means to the person reading it, whether it is what I meant by it or not.
I fully intend to be the first female Poet Laureate, a day which I'm sure isn't far off (and if you believe that, you'll believe anything!) .
Poetry is the biggest part of my life and has quite literally saved my life more than once.
Morney Wilson's Works:
I Am The Blast From Your Past & Other Poems
The rest of them are in anthologies or online (details in the page of web links) .
Morney Wilson Poems
Goodbye Mother Dear
Mother, mother, mother dear, Can you hold me close, can you hold me near? Mother, mother, oh mother dear, Will you listen, listen to my words of fear?
Friends And Nothing More
Early Monday morning, I watch you come through the door, and it’s so hard to talk when you’re a friend and nothing more.
The Rapist Who Pays The Rent
The faceless stranger in a dark alleyway, He jumps, he grabs, he takes – no he won’t pay. Once there was blue calm, now red seethes the fear. No I won’t tell you. You know you won’t hear.
To All The Men I'Ve Loved Before
To all the men I’ve loved before, and to those I could never love. I have but one thing to say to you - Enough is enough is enough!
Prone - For Ted Hughes.
- for T.H - I lie prone. I lie prone.
Lord Lucifer (With Apologies To Sylvia P...
I have won it again. One year in every five I manage it -
The Pink Room
When you get to the pink room do not forget to leave her a rose.
She Is Gone, All Gone
She has already gone places - she is gone, all gone. She takes and she takes - one day she takes too much.
If I Should Die Before I Wake (For My Mu...
Stroke my hair, rub my back - murmur words of comfort. Sit with me ‘til I breathe deep - See off the demons between here and sleep
Dedicated To The One I Love
The first words I spoke to you Were words of love and hate. Love to hate you, hate to love you. Hold me, hug me - suffocate.
I Am The Blast From Your Past
I will be there, dear, when your clock strikes thirteen and I will smile at you.
Rest In Pieces
Flash me back, flash me back. It takes one touch to throw me there - to drag me here.
Pretty Prozac Pearls
Your greens, your yellows, you're rather pretty.
Wedded To My Body Dead
I saw a body lying in the street. Lying like a choice cut of meat. It was strange you see Because it beckoned to me,
This will be the last.
I have come to an end.
There are no more words.
If you happen to see
a word somewhere from me,
take it gently home.
Maybe you keep special memories
in a pretty pink box.