The title of this blog is taken from a line from the movie version of “Mansfield Park,” and was written by the writer-director Patricia Rozema (it is often falsely attributed to Jane Austen). In context: Fanny Price has just retracted her agreement, made the previous day, to marry Henry Crawford; he has left angrily. The dialogue is as follows:
Susan Price (looking at her sister): Are you certain?
Fanny Price: I have no talent for certainty, Susy.
In the movie, the heroine is cast in what is, to me, a very relatable position: she is trying to do what’s right, but isn’t certain what that is. Hence my use of the quote: I write about what seems right to me, given that I have very little capacity for knowing with a certainty what that might be in most cases.
I have kept a number of blogs over the years; most of that time I wrote standard prose essays. I switched to poetry when I discovered I liked working in a genre that allowed me to convey a single thought at a time. The poems here tend to be short, because I am usually trying to convey single thoughts: some by forms of my own devising (“444” or “Byr” or “Kotoba” or “Logune” or “547“), some are more popular traditional forms (“Haiku“, “Tanka“). I’ve also adapted some little-known forms (such as “Lunes“) which I feel a particular affinity to.
I also write free form poetry that ranges over almost all facets of humanity. I deal mostly with individualities: of person, of place, of time, of feeling.
The current tag line (“Poetic Epilepsy”) was, at one time, the name of a now defunct experimental poetry blog. I am an epileptic, and I’ve been told that my compulsive poetry writing might just be related to that.
I appreciate all of you who’ve taken time to read any of my work; and I hope you’ll return again.
— Owen “Beleaguered” Servant, a/k/a/ Sibelius Russell