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Missing Cogs

Over on Killings today is a wonderful article by Connor O’Brien about how as writers, we seem to think that getting from “emerging” to “wildly successful bedside companion for millions” is a well-oiled machine that we simply need to figure out the operation of. In reality, the machine is missing cogs.

Connor sheds some light on the ways that we become the missing cogs in that machine. *Extended rambly horrible metaphor fin*

He talks about “concrete actions we can take” to fix it – and I have to say how nice it is to see this article coming from someone whose own work reflects what they’re talking about – Connor’s latest work has a nifty social networking marketing scheme attached to it. Very smart, very smart indeed.

Reading this article has made me think about how much more of a role this kind of action should be playing in my own work, and how much more universities should be backing it. It’s out there, and a university will get behind it no doubt, but none of these newer marketing models are taught (or have been taught to me, at least) as serious, viable options for putting your work out there. Which obviously, from the examples Connor provides, they are.

Greatly admiring the ideas presented in Connor O’Brien’s article on Killings today and looking forward to being able to take on some of these ideas as I put my own work out into the world. With things the way there are in writing and publishing, it just makes sense.

(The discussion generated beneath this article is well worth a look-in also.)

Writing Research Brought Me This:

I’ve been writing a lot this morning, making headway on a piece I’ve been pottering around with for weeks. A deadline is looming, so I’ve knuckled down.

I’ve done a shuffle of the story to give it a snappy opening line, because they’re so important. New opening line:
“Hugh stares in horror at seven shopping bags full of soup and beans.”

This is subject to subsequent edits, but it’s much more engaging than previous beginnings.

HOWEVER, I’m posting today to show you this messed up thing that my research brought to me. I’ve been researching agoraphobia today, and that’s been fine. Then later I started researching canned foods, and a friend sent me this link. I think the silk worm pupae and the fish mouths get me the worst… Though the whole canned chicken is pretty vomitous.

Enjoy!

A Voice: A Basic Human Right

“Young World, your work has the power to provoke movement from silence to empowerment, based in libratory pedagogy, and youth development. It democratizes a civic population of youth by giving them a platform to speak. Your elders in rhyme challenge you to find your own voice, to work hard to apply it, and to do so responsibly. If you’re not afraid of your own potential, we promise you that we won’t be. Hey, Young World, the word is yours…” (Marc Bamuthi Joseph, “(Yet Another) Letter to a Young Poet”)

Melbourne has no shortage of words – a UNESCO City of Literature since 2008, Melbourne is a dictionary, a thesaurus, a veritable fountain pen of words. A writing and reading hub, Melbourne’s poetry scene is particularly strong – while parts are firmly grounded in traditional forms, others are reflexive, vibrant, and fast. The recent explosion of dialogue between hip-hop and spoken word communities stands as proof of this.

The Wheeler Centre resides in the glorious prime real estate at the corner of Little Lonsdale and Swanston, and the city catches festival fever over some literary event or other right throughout the calendar, but words in our city tend generally to cater for the privileged – those who can afford books, workshops, tickets. Those with the cash can buy themselves a voice.

Words and their application are the crux of a slew of social problems and barriers. Policies, laws, rule books – they’re written with words. They dictate what you can and cannot do. They record and perpetuate people’s social standing and potential for upward mobility. They lay out the guidelines for how you’re treated. If you can’t access the words, you can’t access the rules, let alone change them. But, all things being true in their consequences, even if you can’t access the words, you’ll certainly know about what the words dictate for you. Things at a policy-level trickle down until everyday things like ordering a cup of coffee can be met by judgement.

With access to words comes a voice. A voice that is heard. With that voice comes agency, and the possibility for social change.

The recent launch of Melbourne not-for-profit organization the Centre for Poetics and Justice is a move to pull words down from their pedestals, making them accessible and useful for the people who need them the most. The driving forces behind the organization, Joel McKerrow (responsible for most of the ground work), Luka Haralampou and Bronwyn Lovell, are all admirable poets in their own right, known in Melbourne for their ability to move their listeners. The CPJ knocks down the walls between those who have the cash and connections to access words and all they have to offer, and those who don’t.

By running tailored workshops for minority and underprivileged communities, the CPJ hopes to arm its workshop participants with a voice, and a stage.

Having been disappointed by the “gaps in the community development industry”, founding member Luka Haralampou hopes that CPJ “bring[s] voices forward and support[s] the stories of all of the participants”. Moving away from the top-down teaching model that often proves largely unengaging, Luka says that CPJ aims for a two-way learning experience, with workshop facilitators’ attitude, “’teach us and we will help you make something beautiful from what is shared’”.

By running “cultural learning workshops” for facilitators before they enter each workshop, CPJ aims to run workshops which educate both facilitators and participants.  Participants work together with facilitators, “understanding and articulating their own lives and their social existence as well as developing their literary and artistic skills.”

The “gaps” that Luka has observed in previous efforts, he attributes to “poor administration and lack of cultural awareness many organisations were working with … and the damage poor processes can cause when development is attempted without quality consultations”. This, given that many organisations want to cater to everyone by ticking the ‘right’ boxes on grant applications, results in events that are often unorganised and unsure of their own genre or purpose.

Where other organisations (though certainly not all – Express Media, and SLV’s New Australia Media both genuinely cater for often ignored sectors) can be motivated by a need to doff their cap to being “inclusive”, the Centre for Poetics and Justice is undoubtedly moved by a genuine desire to empower, and acknowledgement of existing blind spots.

Melbourne’s general attitude toward new literary efforts is wondrously supportive – the opening event for the Wheeler Centre packed out the Melbourne Town Hall. Smaller regular poetry readings, such as Dogs Tails in St Kilda, or Passionate Tongues in Brunswick, seem to attract something of a sporadic crowd, but a supportive one – one which is often willing to give new voices space to be heard. Hopefully the respect that the founding members of CPJ have cultivated through their own careers (being performance poets, many-time slam finalists, representatives for Australia overseas, educators and interns) and the amount of support Melbourne has to give means that the poets who find their voices through CPJ workshops will be given the air time they deserve.

“Words are empowering,” says Luka, “because they articulate concepts. And concepts are powerful because they help us see from each other’s eyes. For underprivileged people to have the opportunity to articulate their thoughts in front of their peers and the wider community is one of the most empowering acts that can be performed. Especially when these thoughts are often ignored or considered unimportant by the majority. Without words and concepts we cannot begin to become each other’s keepers. We cannot share the gamut of experience that is this world and march forward towards mutual understanding and ultimately, peace.”

We are an active writing and publishing city, we are a vibrant sharing and learning city. And now, we are a stronger, more diverse, listening city which aims to correct its own imbalances through efforts like the Centre for Poetics and Justice.

Thanks heaps to Luka for taking the time to talk to me, and best of luck to the CPJ boys and girls with their project – it’s exciting stuff!

A Mind of Its Own

I’ve recently committed myself to 3 “morning pages” per day. For the 3 days that I’ve done these, they’ve mainly consisted of reflections about my writing, which has been helpful, and has also raised some questions.

Yesterday I found myself reflecting on a piece I planned to write based on the recent mouse plague in our kitchen. Having scribbled down some initial images, I was pondering where to take these ideas. A poem would lend itself well to the strong imagery I wanted to use. But, I also thought, perhaps our mice would do well in a short story too. In my morning pages I wrote something like, “I’m not sure yet what this piece wants to be.”

What it wants to be… It struck me as such a strange idea. To think of a story or poem as a separate being with a mind of its own. As a free-thinking agent.

Should a piece of writing be able to want anything? Does this kind of attitude make me a lazy writer? Shouldn’t I be wrangling my words in whatever way I want? If I sit back and let a story guide itself, it may have an internal logic, but will it be the best story or poem that it can be?

I don’t have an answer to these questions, but they’re things that my morning pages brought up for me today.

What do you think? Can stories or poems have a mind of their own? Should they?

Reviewing: The Problem of the Accidental Steal

I’ve recently finished reading “The Best Australian Stories 2010”. I’m reviewing it for publication, so I have pages and pages full of notes. I feel awkward scribbling in the margins of reviewing books, though it does sound like a more effective strategy. There’s something about defacing books I own that I just can’t come to terms with.

I plan on sitting down tomorrow, when everything’s had a few days to percolate, and making sense of those notes. In the mean time though, many other people who bought the book recently are finishing it too. I exchanged impressions with Alec Patric yesterday, which I found helpful in expressing some of my ideas about the stories. I talked to another friend last night about what I’d expected from certain authors in the collection and what I hope for them in future. Talking to people helps me get my ideas straight before I start writing.

However, I feel a little hesitant to read printed reviews. I have ideas about what I liked and didn’t, and suspicions as to why, but overall I’m still a baby reviewer and at times I feel like I don’t have the literary knowledge to say things with conviction in case someone tells me I’m wrong.

This morning in my Google Reader feed appeared Claire Zorn’s review of the collection on the Overland website.

The uncertainty of my own authority mentioned above means that I’m torn as to whether or not I should read this review. Overland – that’s got some heft. Good writing, authoritative voices, established opinions.

I have two options. I can ignore the review until I’ve written my own, insuring that my ideas are all mine. Or I can read the review and risk an “accidental steal”.

You know the ones. You’re reading a lot of Jane Austen, and somehow her language starts showing up in your own writing. You’re listening to a lot of hip-hop and you accidentally end a sentence with “yo”. It’s not done on purpose, but things influence you. The external worms its way in. Especially really good things – it’s natural.

I see connecting themes in the collection, and I think I’ve nutted out stylistic approaches, strengths of the stories. I have a half-baked review in my head. Claire’s review is sitting in my Google Reader feed, but I can’t decide whether I should read it yet or not, lest my review echoes hers too much.

I wonder if you’ll be able to tell from my own review whether I decided to read it or not?

The Numbers: A Study in Reading Habits

Early last year, I did a little analysis of the numbers around my reading, inspired by a post of Chris Flynn’s. I thought it might be interesting to do the same sort of break-down of my reading for the whole of 2010.

Here goes:

30 men. 52 women. 1 combined.
22 Australian. 31 non-Australian.
1 literary journal*. 2 graphic novels. 7 non-fiction. 43 fiction.

I have to say, I’m surprised by how close the numbers are between men:women and Australian:non-Australian, I thought both these areas would be pretty highly skewed in favour of non-Australian men. There’s definitely room for improvement, to read more women, more Australian writing, but I’m pretty pleased with the effort for 2010.

Next year I’ll start counting literary journals and include that in my tally. My non-fiction:fiction count isn’t quite what I’d like it to be – I’ll be aiming to read more non-fiction in 2011.

*I read many, many more than 1 lit journal during 2010, but I only included KYD in my list. In 2011, lit journals that I’ve read cover-to-cover will be included in my count.

A Month Of Reading

I found this meme in “The Victorian Writer”, the Victorian Writer’s Centre magazine.

“A Month Of Reading” outlines what’s gone on on my bookshelf and in my reading time this month. I must say, I find it scary that this is a pretty typical month, acquiring 18 books and reading 3 of them. No wonder I panic about not having time to read “everything”!

What was your month of reading like?

DECEMBER:

Books Bought:
“The Little Prince” by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
“Ham on Rye” by Charles Bukowski
“Perfume” by Patrick Suskind
“Humpty Dumpty in Oakland” by Philip K. Dick
“The Irresponsible Self: On Laughter and The Novel” by James Wood
“Reheated Cabbage” by Irvine Welsh
“The View From Castle Rock” by Alice Munro
“Our Story Begins” by Tobias Wolff

Books Borrowed/Received:
Library:
“The Family Law” by Benjamin Law
“Winning By Losing” by Jillian Michaels
“Black Swan Green” by David Mitchell
“Poemcrazy” by Susan Goldsmith-Woodridge

Gifted:
“The Crying of Lot 49” by Thomas Pynchon
“Yellow Dog” Martin Amis
“Unreliable Memoirs” Clive James
“Flying Visits” Clive James
“Brilliant Creatures” Clive James
“Reliable Essays – the best of Clive James” by Clive James

Books Read:
“The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat” by Oliver Sacks
“The Family Law” by Benjamin Law
“Black Swan Green” by David Mitchell

Books Reading:
“Winning by Losing” by Jillian Michaels
“The Best Australian Poems 2010” ed. Robert Adamson
“The Best Australian Stories 2010” ed. Cate Kennedy
“The Reader”, ed. Aden Rolfe

 

When I get rich… Scratch that, when YOU get rich…

…because that’s more likely, probably a bit sooner too; you can buy me this house.

I dream of locking myself up in something like this!

Tackling Poetry Workshop

Today I’m going out to Northland to run a poetry for 15-19 year olds, titled “Tackling Poetry”.

I’ve run one poetry workshop before, and it was horrendous. The kids who were there were forced to be there as part of the school’s compulsory extra-curricular program at the end of semester. The kids asked me if I was “a real teacher?” and why I have so many piercings, and did they hurt, and do I think I’m cool because of them? A bunch of kids “needed to go to the toilet” and never came back. One kid somehow got me to do all his writing for him.

On the other hand, there were some really talented young writers in that group. One of the girls came up with the amazing metaphor of her friend being “a balloon you want to hold forever”. Isn’t that lovely? It’s stuck with me over a year later.

The workshop I’m holding today is through Express Media, so I’ll have some wonderful back-up support there. Also, it’s voluntary – the kids who show up want to be there. And this time I’m bringing lots of sweet bribes. And I’ve been taught lots of handy tips and tricks for crowd control and distractions.

But I’m still feeling pretty nervous about the whole thing… So wish me luck!

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