Catherine’s Poetry Q&A interview by Audrina Lane

Poetry Sunday, Short Interview Questions by Ross-on-Wye Author Audrina Lane

Interview originally conducted by Audrina Lane (Author of The Heart Trilogy)
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  1. Can you tell me a little bit about yourself 

My name is Catherine I’m a Hereford born and based Author & Poet. I’ve had dreams of creating my own Bohemian existence since I was a teenager having my first poem published at 15 in a competition run by Young Writers. A decade on I published my first collection of poems in May 2015 aptly titled The Quarter Life Crisis Poet. I’m currently working on a novel which will be Book 1 of a Bohemian Love story called “Welcome to Wonderland.” I find the Writer’s life very solitary so from that loneliness I launched the site: HerefordshireWriters.co.uk which is how I’ve now managed to connect with the lovely Audrina Lane and showcase thriving literary talent in our county.

  1. What made you start to write poetry?

It was a case of alignment. In Summer 2005 I bought John Mayer’s album Room for Squares. He’s an American singer-songwriter and guitar player. It was the first time in my life I encountered not only meaningful lyrics but words and music composed so beautifully together. I admired the attention to detail and craftsmanship. Around that time, I was doing my GCSE’s and in the English Literature classes we were analysing and studying poems. The juxtaposition of my discovering deep and well-composed song lyrics whilst studying poetry in school ignited an active interest in me to actually write poems.

And would you like to share one of your first poems?

I was actually clearing out the garage and stumbled upon old school books over the summer. I can share this one little poem I wrote in November 2000, at age 10.

Hedgehog at Night

Its spikes look like the thorn of pain
Its eyes glint at the hundred stars
Its beady eyes stare out
Its tiny feet woddle around in the grass
Its little nose has a cute bead and reminds me of a button
It’s a Hedgehog.

  1. Do you have a favourite poet? If so would you like to share your favourite poem by them?

Nowadays I lean more towards the new breed of “instapoets” (poets that post on social media sites like tumblr and Instagram) like Tyler Knott Gregson and Rupi Kaur. I follow Jessica Michelle on Instagram @_Jessica.Michelle_

I like that she has audacity to unleash her true feelings, the feelings that we don’t dare confess but if we had the bravery as she does to confess these emotions we’d see how connected and similar our experiences in life are. That we’re all going through pain…

  1. Do you like to write poems on a particular subject or do you prefer to just grab inspiration when it strikes?

I write poems about the feelings and experiences I cannot disclose. Poetry is my way of saying what happened to me, admitting the pain and telling the painful events in my life without having to reveal the full situation. There’s this unique juxtaposition of openness and vulnerability yet keeping the truth veiled; because the truth is too painful to express fully in prose.

  1. Please share with me your 3 favourite poems that you’ve written and explain your choices?

Lost generation is a pretty self-explanatory poem. I wrote it age 20 after dropping out of Law school and feeling the usual angst against establishments and society as a whole. This poem is also prophetic of my path to my romanticised idea of Bohemia and the literary life. (Which I made happen 5 years later.)

“Lost Generation”

We are the heir
To Blair
In academia we make our bet
They get into debt.
Fortune is linear?
Starve, charge and never recharge.
Let’s get skinnier.

We are living it up
Naivety of a pup
In the workplace we are like slaves
Then at night we rave.

Our big break will come.
Chase, trace and encase.
To the beat of our drum

But I will not succumb
You are all so dumb
Here I become
And then some…

An artist.
I escaped to Bohemia
Away from academia
Ran from the curse
In my converse
And then some

Ran away from academia
Away from the curse
In my converse
To Bohemia.


 

This poem is my attempt at redefining “luxury” steering it away from what consumer-based society wants us to believe it is. For a long while art, writing etc was out of my life. I couldn’t create as I naturally would have in younger years, things were so horrid that I couldn’t see past the chaos I had been put in. So now having made the switch back to embracing the arts in my life it feels like a luxury like it’s something precious to have back. Given all the sadness and unhappy circumstances that can arise in life I now feel it’s a luxury to have interests in philosophy, illustration whatever else because there was a time in life when it was just about survival and happiness and creativity couldn’t exist, it just didn’t have the chance to.

LUXURY: PART 1

Poetry is a luxury.
Illustration is a luxury.
My Heart.
Your Art.

Redefining luxury.
All I need is my
Shaker Hymn.
So long as S & M
does not win.
How I love
to speak in this riddle.

Who is the cat
who is the fiddle?
Beware!
The sheep that howls….
But now I’m off to bed.
Dreaming of you in my head.
Not that long ago
I wanted to be dead.

But I must go on.
You must go on.
We must go on.
With Simple Living.
Plain People.
Inspire,
Life in The Shire.


 

Unpublished poems

I’ve started jotting down these smaller, sharper poems that concisely utter the pain, dichotomy and agony of emotions.

Love me or lie to me
It’s all the same?
What’s the difference?

 

“By and Bye”
I dream about you
But I wake up without you

I’m in love with you
But I can’t be with you


 

  1. Where can people find your poems? (Book link, website, FB, Twitter, Instagram etc links)

www.CatherineVaughan.com
Twitter: @CattVaughan
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Facebook: www.Facebook.com/CatherineVaughanWriter
The Quarter Life Crisis Poet available in
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My Books:

3D TR The QLC S VThe Quarter Life Crisis Poet: a collection of poems on pain heartbreak and defiance by a twenty-something

What we have here is a Romantic, a Dreamer who got overthrown by the people around her. Whispers of deep hurts overlay the pages. This is a soul trying to climb out of the well of despair. Cursed with unfulfilled love, filled with longing. Nobody to turn to. So she writes, she satisfies her need to be understood through poetic emblems. She reflects on what could have been and comforts old wounds of a past undeclared. After Crisis comes the Calm. There is Hope in these Poems after all Catherine Vaughan is a Romantic with Hopes that True Love will return. After all the delay of romance is not a denial of it…

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The Media Mastermind turned Boho Photographer Joe Simpson

Joe Simpson is now a photographer based in Malibu. His career has been epic and a tad rebellious ergo Bohemian from his early days as a Baptist Youth Minister, to managing his superstar daughters Jessica and Ashlee Simpson plus his genius plan to give both daughters reality TV shows that catapulted their careers from music into most notably the eldest daughter’s billion dollar fashion line: The Jessica Simpson Collection. He has always been streets head of other music managers as seen by his initiative to produce reality TV shows for his musical daughters and his recent foray into fine art photography. This man may be behind the scenes but his vision is often waaaaay ahead of time.

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Simpson is a creative pioneer in his own right whether exploiting emerging new markets such as reality television to producing music or editorial fashion photography Simpson serves the edgy trends ahead of time. I find him inspiring and respect him a lot, truth be told there’s not a whole lot of media/interviews on him. I wish I could learn more about him, about what drives him and influences his creative and executive decisions in his own and offspring’s careers. I think he’s a phenomenal talent with a discerning eye in the music industry and visual arts.

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Sadly we don’t get to hear more about his vision as things tend to stray toward the superstar sisters he has raised and managed.

Joe Simpson is Bohemian worthy for his life-long career in the arts and music scene plus he has a forward-thinking ideas in arts and pop culture.

www.JoeSimpsonPhotography.com

instagram: @JoeSimpsonPhoto

 

“Elixir Pursuits” documentary series following creative careers: starring Hereford Author and Poet Catherine Vaughan

Elixir Pursuits is a new documentary series created by Hooty a Vintage clothes shop owner where she films and interviews local talents in Herefordshire who are pursuing their dreams. The aim of her series is to uncover the elixir found in these creative careers and share guidance for creative and entrepreneurial souls.

This episode features me in depth behind and behind the scenes of the Poetry Slam I organized, hosted and performed in. There is an interview of me before the show and after.

Here’s some background into the series and you can hear more about Hooty watch the video on Youtube.

Show your support for our Indie Docu-maker and Store owner by visiting her shop and liking her Facebook Page.

Author’s Journey. Coming Soon!

Hey guys,

So a NEW category shall be in effect after Summer Break from July 1st 2016.

I will be documenting my Journey to becoming an Author covering facets from the writing process, event planning and bits and bobs in between.

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It really all started this time last year: Sunday 17th May 2015 with a simple ebook! A year later I am working on my fifth publication, have organized and hosted my own poetry performances plus hosted a group one. On top of that I’ve run multiple websites and social platforms plus my online shops! Who would’ve thought all this would manifest in less than a year. The question is not how she did it but what horrid people were holding her back? I’ve done it alone and I may as well document the process to the rest of the world…..

None of it was planned, all of it was made up as I went along. That I promise you! I literally had NO friends, no connections. This has been a solo journey. It’s also been a horrific time in a lot of way and nobody should have to forge this path, The Writer’s Path which is one of the toughest career paths especially when one has been suffering as I have…. It is a cruel, cruel world and you are a fool, fool to not make everything happen all at once. Things are changing. The amount of jobs and self-taught practices I’ve had to achieve is sickening and the short time frame I’ve done it in is enough to make someone take a gun to their head. It’s not easy but it has to be worth it. There’s nothing to catch me anymore, but I don’t care I simply dare.

 

Reflections on March 2016:

It was the best of times it was the worst of times; it was devastating, it was fun; it was triumphant it was chaotic.

After rejection, heartache, being ignored, being neglected and facing so much cruelty from every avenue in life I finally got my piece of success and a chance to establish a path for myself.

It felt rough. Although I have since made friends with those that attended my event the doubts of the past crept up because every former opportunity to make friends in the past just crumbled, nothing would stick, people were fake, they would act so rudely to my face for no reason, I hadn’t yet learned that wolves in sheep’s clothing’s are widespread. It made me feel so much unease with people. But now I believe I have found friends for life.

I got so depressed after the event and even when I made attempts to meet up with my new friends I was terrified they’d let me down or abruptly turn on me as so many others have done in the past. And that’s the problem: THE PAST. I NEED TO GET OVER THE PAST.

Before March 2016 I had NO friends, nobody in my vicinity to turn to and I had been single for years. It was an illogical and sickening time. Before I can even discuss the success I’ve had, I have to articulate the pain.

The pain that weighs so heavy on my heart and overwhelms me. The pain of being disappointed by every type of person/social group: friends/peers, family, colleagues, teachers, doctors and even a priest. Most importantly I’ve understood that an omission/a failure to act does not validly support nor does it have the right to exist as a thought/opinion that “oh people do like you, they’re just shy that’s why they’ve not said anything.” NO they made their choice, how are you supposed to know what a person is really like if they are not straight with you, if they keep quiet. It is dishonesty and I have no tolerance for dishonesty. The people of the past failed to show up, they FAILED to acknowledge me and it almost got me killed. There is a natural segment for people who are introverted and I am understanding of that but the rest are just a disappointment and a disgrace. How can you ignore talent, intelligence and beauty when it is in your vicinity? Quite frankly: how dare you?

But I didn’t have to apply these thoughts of disappointments to these NEW people I’ve met. They showed up, they took a chance on me when we were strangers and they’ve been straight-up nice to my face.

The other factor was that maybe people just want a piece of me.. That’s a tough pill to swallow and I suppose it comes with the territory when you pursue and succeed at a path few can achieve.

There’s been something of a grieving process because there’s so much that I’ve just never had, there’s no connection to the past. There’s a huge period of my life where I was just alone, no friends, no boyfriend, no best friend, nobody who knows what my favourite book is, nobody who knows what music I like…. The list is endless. How would you feel if there was not one single person in the world who could answer simple questions about yourself?It’s almost like having to grieve yet again about all that never was and never will be.

All of a sudden literally overnight having people actually speak to me and be straight up nice to my face was a shock to the system, it’s something that I had wanted and needed yet rarely received so for it to all happen at once ended up having the reverse effect when I came home. It was so shocking and it was so long awaited it felt like a slap in the face. It made me depressed. On reflection I see I cannot see things that way as these new faces are nothing like the people of the past and they deserve no comparison to those people from before.  I cannot bare to think of what state I would be in if recent events did not go well. If success made more depressed, I don’t know if I’d even still be here if things didn’t go swimmingly.

I feel I paid too high a price for what I have now made alone by myself for myself.  The only reward I have is to take it as far as I can and even that’s a tough path. I have no other choice the former would kill me, it almost did two years ago. I don’t even dare wander or allow it to enter my my mind about having a best friend or boyfriend because that’s too big a thing to expect from anyone; I can’t ignore the past at the end of the day people are who they are and tend to lean towards simply “just not.” Inaction is commonplace. Why else would there by a million-dollar motivational ‘industry’. It’s like I just need to see things for what they are but sadly the truth can be so obvious it is quite simply becomes HIDDEN in plain sight. But I do have a growing circle of friends which seemed an impossibility even in January 2016. My new friends are so valuable to me.

It’s hard knowing how to acknowledge the truths and harsh realities you’ve learnt from the past yet still give new people the benefit of the doubt and just clearly see them for who they are. I had done that for so long previously yet kept being disappointed it can destroy a person’s outlook. Suffice to say the people of the past were just plain wrong for me and the sooner I forget them the better. It was a series of unfortunate disappointing and rude encounters for no reason. It was at times maddening and nobody should have to face that kind of treatment.

It’s bittersweet because there’s such a huge cut off from age 16 until now that I’ll never have that young love I craved. I’ll never have that simple hometown kinda love and just have someone love me for me. Sometimes I wander if a guy is ever actually going to like the real me or just the fantasy of Catherine Vaughan because by the time I meet someone new I’ll be this established writer and performer there’s a big star shine quality to it and I don’t want a guy to be enchanted by that external shine and miss out on seeing my soul. Then again I never really had a guy like me for me before anyway they just picked whatever side of me they liked and focused on it and it was frustrating anyways which only fuels my sense of loss even more….. It’s just one more sad experience and something else I’ve lost out on.

If it’s something you’ve never had they why bother thinking about it? Well it feels integral to one’s well-being. It’s just something you’re supposed to have. Its absence is a strong presence…. It’s bad enough when on top of everything you’re entire existence: childhood, teen years just everything was so unhappy, no consistent parental connection, no memories of having grandparents and family gatherings. Just nothingness and wasted youth. People doing nothing but wasting your life away. The list of have-not’s is endless you just have nobody and the worst part is you’re this creative genius and nobody can see it or worse they don’t want to acknowledge it and worst of all they go to great lengths to ignore you, block you and try to stop you getting opportunities.

The saddest part is that I cannot perform again not for a very long time because it just makes me more depressed and near suicidal from the stress and anxiety of having to organize and set up the before/during and after elements of the event and the fact that these poems I write bring back painful memories from childhood and beyond. It’s like reliving the past and reading your diary out in public. I hate the huge price I’ve had to pay to get a chance at anything in life, everything was bought with my blood and I wander when will the pain end, when does it get easier?

I guess all I can do is keep on keeping on and just hope people get on my wavelength because truthfully that is the only thing that has changed. I’ve just finally had a circle of people accept and embrace me. Life is nothing without people accepting and just acknowledging you’re alive. If you don’t have that you honestly have nothing. You can be the best brain surgeon on the planet but if there’s a wolf in sheep’s clothing in the way you’ll lose that job and won’t be able to save lives. Your talent, skill and dedication to health care will become negated. What’s worse is that such scenario’s exist in life and it’s such a waste. You really are nobody until you have somebody. Essentially if the people around you are not the right people they are the wrong people.

People need people, we just have to pray that people choose the right people and don’t let the good get beaten down into invisibility which is the cruelest state to put a soul in by the scum of the earth: wolves in sheep’s clothing.

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