"I'm going to be a Bird of Paradise this spring"
Stephen Tennant.
My name is Nathaniel Köhp.
Köhp. Köhp. Köhp. UMLAUTS.
Moving on.
I'm English and grew up in England and Austria, I speak German. I play Violin. I still use a typewriter. Stuff.
Info:
~I have a weird fascination with silent movies. I have loads on DVD, how shamelessly geeky.
~I love old photographs. Especially the old Cecil Beaton stuff, Stephen Tennant, the Mitfords etc.
~Music makes me happy.
~I tried to learn Cornish but realized no one speaks it.
~I tried to learn Welsh and haven't the patience.
~I am learning Russian and can hold conversation in it.
~I play Piano.
~Give me cabaret dammit!
~I am surprisingly Bohemian for someone so overtly middle-class.
~I am very distantly related to the actor Spencer Tracy who famously acted alongside and also dated Katharine Hepburn.
~My sister cannot read. Odd that!
~There is no God. Maybe.
Poetry:
I think of myself as a confessional poet, but I'm not always. My poetry is usually very obscure, with a huge clash of metaphor and confessional honesty.
I love all the poets out there who just write about themselves. That they don't fear telling people how they feel and what has happened, what will happen etc. It's a beautiful relationship between reader and poet when that happens.
So obviously I love people like Plath and Sexton. I also like Dylan Thomas, Simon Armitage, Carol Ann Duffy and more.
PS adding more poems soon.
- Last seen 1 day ago. Member since November 8.
- I'm a amber angel poet for 2 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Amazing, always.".
- I am a 19 year old guy (Great Britain)
- When I'm not writing, I'm being incredibly drunk..
- I have 2 comments, 3 poems
My Poetry
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1. I have a really sick sense of humour. I make jokes that I know I really shouldn't make, but I make them anyway. So be it.104 lines, 1 comment, November 19
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One hand to the side of my face
Nestled in the sturdy crook of my palm28 lines, 1 comment, November 8
Guest Book
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micaelalseth on November 19you really, REALLY should do one of those 50 things thingies... I don't know if the contest is still open, but I'd read it. =D It's defo not a poem though. I bet you'd be all epic and poetic anyway. Where ye been, Bugsy?
