Biography of Rory Hudson
When I first popped out of my mum, I saw what the world was like and yelled out, 'Put me back! '. But the doctor just said, 'Shut up, you little brat! ' and gave me a slap on the bum. Hence I yelled even louder and threatened to sue him for child abuse. (As you see, I was precocious as a child, but don't worry, the precociousness left me some time ago.) Then I kicked him in the wotsits. This was a mistake, because he let out an almighty squawk and dropped me head first on the floor. I've been a bit of a misfit ever since.
I wrote poetry as a teenager, then the urge left me for many years. In late 2008 I had a brain seizure which was nearly fatal (although at least it did prove to the sceptics that I do still have a brain) , followed by a period of hospitalization. After I recovered I found poetry flowing out of me irresistibly.
I guess you might say that coming close to death has a way of focussing the attention.
Rory Hudson Poems
in a room without a view,
taking up a book, you find
no pages to look through.
A child is singing:
even birds stop to listen -
walk the narrow corridors of your life.
Again and again, they call to you
this sandy beach
seeking for shells.
as once we walked along the path
that led along a grassy ridge
and round the hill, and back again.