I am Norbert Hirschhorn, MD. I live part-time in London, part-time in Beirut.
Scientific writing for over fifty years, poetry about twenty-five.
I always liked the use of words in as precise and elegant a way as possible.
In London, King’s Poets since 2004; Highgate Poet’s since 2006.
I enjoy getting and giving useful feedback to poems.
Trusted commentary and friendships.
Poetry, book reviews, essays (historical research, newspaper columns). I like thoughtful writing on many topics.
Novels. Too long. Never tried it.
Three collections of poetry, four pamphlets, numerous essays.
Rejections from publishers – sure.
I think affiliating with a regular publisher has more advantages in being able to work with an experienced outfit. The lines are blurring however as several so-called vanity presses do provide basic services; and with small presses the author is expected to buy up a certain number of copies. I prefer to hold and read paper-made books.
It comes from words I hear, I read, I dream. I have a notebook with me at all times. Sometimes the words accumulate into a poem.
I keep a diary almost daily. I read poems daily, often comment on friends’ poems. I often revise my own, even if it is revision of one word. Otherwise, I write as it comes to me. I’m probably better in the mornings.
Always hope for the best, expect not to achieve it right away – and often never.
I exchange poems with friends and poetry groups. I read out loud as I write. Revision is more fun than the original writing.
Oh sure, and I’ve often been a featured reader.
Yes, a number of prizes.
Sure, why else write?
Keep it plain as day.
Don’t sit down to write a poem; begin with words, sounds, a melody, and see where they take you.
When the flow is good, it’s great. Otherwise it feels like grinding teeth.
Maintain a good life with wife and family. Mentoring students and younger writers.
Biography, science, some fiction, much poetry. I’m sure all that is an influence.
A fourth collection of poetry.
Title poem of my newest collection:
DEIR EL QAMAR*
Bone-white incenseglacial aroma of absencechants strangled in the throat
Rising earth-lightblue angelic innocence
On the dark-sidethe mad the malignedthe lost the possessed
*Monastery of the Moon
© Norbert Hirschhorn
Thank you Norbert.