Dhruv Mathur

Poetry is intimidating. The girl on your left (your other left) has such command over the language you feel compelled to apologise to your tongue. The guy in front of you at the workshop has not used a word longer than three syllables and still versemogs your entire ouvre. what the hell is an ouvre?

Why even bother? For as long as humanity can remember, we have been writing poems - observing, creating, playing with language, expressing ourselves. We all start with love poems, move onto angst. Some of us fall into literary writing, working within the limits of rhyme and meter to find meaning; some experiment with form and borrow from hip hop and drama. Some of us like writing limericks about touching our friends and some of us think about eggs.

As publicity officer, I intend to market and communicate events across the student body, as well as encouraging students from the neighbouring campus of the Royal College of Music and friends of the society (other student groups, young poets we meet along the way) to come together. Members of the society also frequent open mics and attend competitions, which I'd like to ungatekeep. I would also encourage organized discussion and contribution to spoken-word and written poetry submission (journals, competitions, anthologies) and foster an accessible and multilingual community of writers.