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Willy Lit Fest spot

The Willy Lit Fest is holding a People’s Choice poetry and prose reading night. The poetry section is hosted by Michael Reynolds, the man behind Passionate Tongues.

I managed to get a spot there reading my poem Transit. I’ll be reading at 7.25pm. Tickets are available on the website, and like everything else at this festival it’s CHEAAAPPP!

Also reading at the People’s Choice (in the prose section) is Megan from Lit Life. It’ll be a who’s-who of books and writing blogs. Come down and scream yourself silly for us!

A Month Of Reading

Another month gone by, and goodness we’re already up to April! Can you belive it?!

This is what March and books and I looked like:

A MONTH OF READING: March 2011:

Books Bought:
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Survive, by Jared Diamond
The Best Australian Stories: A Ten-Year Collection, by Black Inc
Room, by Emma Donoghue

Books Borrowed/Received:
Library:
The Transformation and other stories, by Franz Kafka
Marsden on Marsden, by John Marsden
Mr Wittgenstein’s Lion, by Kevin Brophy
Poemcrazy, by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge
Notes of a Dirty Old Man, by Charles Bukowski
Explorations In Creative Writing, by Kevin Brophy

Gifted: (Dad was kind enough to buy my school books. Thanks Dad!)
The Old School, by P.M Newton
In My Skin, by Kate Holden
To The Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf
Disgrace, by J.M Coetzee
Oblivion, by David Foster Wallace
In The Penal Colony, by Franz Kafka
The Instant of my Death, by Maurice Blanchot
Demeure: Fiction and Testimony, by Jaques Derrida
Sixty Lights, by Gail Jones
Elizabeth Costello, by J.M Coetzee
The Arrival, by Shaun Tan

Books Read:
Brokeback Mountain, by Annie Proulx
To The Lighthouse, by Virginia Woolf
In The Penal Colony, by Franz Kafka
Sixty Lights, by Gail Jones
In My Skin, by Kate Holden

Reading:
Consolations of Philosophy, by Alain de Botton
The Catcher in the Rye, by JD Salinger
Aspects of the Novel, by E M Forster

The World’s Most Affordable Lit Festival

The program for the Willy Lit Fest has been released, and I’ve scoured and circled and am about to purchase tickets.

“But you’re a student!” you may exclaim, wondering how I can afford such things.

Here’s how: tickets to the Willy Lit Fest events are (mostly) $5.50 for concession, $7.70 full price. Isn’t that just nuts? I can’t afford NOT to go!

On my list of must-attend:

A panel with Steven Amsterdam (who, has anyone else noticed, was in the last Big Issue holding chickens?), Jon Bauer and Jonathan Griffiths, titled “Getting Your First Novel Across The Line”. Sure, I don’t have a first novel, yet. But school’s mentioned its importance to my graduation; it’s come up. They’ve even got me taking a course which hopefully insists on referring to “Your Novel” (capitals and all). So eventually, the advice from this panel will surely come in handy. And Steven Amsterdam makes me happy.

Carmel Bird is one of my favourite short-storyists, and she’s running a workshop on writing memoirs, which gets me excited also. Both time with Carmel and the memoir-writing tips.

And a session with Angela Meyer about blogging. As you may have noticed, this here blog has been receiving some re-vamping lately. I’ve been trying, world, I really have. So let’s hope Angela has some tips which will make me (blogger) and you (, dear reader) happy.

Willy Lit Fest, the world’s most affordable literary festival is happening on the final weekend of 30th April-1st May. For those of you who (like me) didn’t know, Williamstown is only 30 minutes train ride out of the city, so not only is this cheap, but accessible also. Write-ups of above events, of course, to follow.

Versioning

I just came across this post by Cid Tyer about “versioning”. I like her system – my own way of doing it is incredibly disorganized and can do with a jazz-up of Cid’s description.

Versioning is one of those tricky necessities when writing on a computer. You’re working on a piece, and you save it. Simple enough. Then the next day you come back and scrap half of what you worked on the day before, substituting it with something different. Save again. Then realise you actually liked what  you had two days ago – too bad. It’s gone.

By saving versions of your work as you go, you can always recover any earlier work you’ve done.

I like to do a lot of editing long-hand, which means I have print-outs of earlier drafts of my work with notes scribbled in many a margin. I’ll probably keep doing this, but at least by saving different versions of a WIP I can save myself the hassle of hours of shuffling through paperwork for the right edit.

It’s also nice to sometimes show yourself just how much a work has evolved. Early vomit drafts of pieces that ended up working often make me feel better when I can’t seem to find my way into or out of something new. Sure, it’s bad now, but it has potential to not always be that way – look what happened with this other piece!

So today I give “versioning” a thumbs-up.

Hey, E M Forster!

Hey, E.M Forster, never realised what a funny man you were. Let’s be friends? Me, You, Borges, (as you’re both now my new “any two people, living or dead”), dinner date soon, yah?

Salve

This morning I couldn’t World. I couldn’t Brain. I couldn’t force my mind into any one thing, I couldn’t be.

I wish this black dog weren’t chasing me,
I wish my life sung with symmetry,
But I’m ragged, I’m jagged, I’m hollow and haggard
And I fear it’s how I’ll always be.

After losing myself in tears for too long, I pushed myself into the world. I had a cupcake. And I took myself down to my local book shop. I had a good chat with the lady behind the counter. And I purchased two books with money I certainly don’t have.

The Best Australian Stories – A Ten Year Collection.
I’ve been eagerly waiting for this one since I heard it was happening, and just flicking through the contents pages I feel like the Black Inc crew have made some fantastic decisions of what to include. (My favourite Nam Le story is in there! Just can’t get enough.)

Room, by Emma Donoghue. I read an extract from this somewhere, though I can’t remember where… It really grabbed me. I’ve been looking for something exciting for my next Catalyst review, and I think this is it.

While I’m not quite Person yet, I feel like at least I have something I can put myself into as a distraction for the afternoon.

Honourable Mention!

I’ve been quite busy lately, now that we’re into the full swing of things at uni. It’s all quite good and interesting, but it means my Google Reader feed has suffered.

Only today did I realise that Ashley Capes was kind enough to post about me on his blog, pimping both myself and Verity La. Thanks, Ashley!

–> Have a look at Ashley’s poetry, it’s vivid and exciting.

New Banner!

You may have noticed I have a fancy new banner which depicts me quite accurately, holding a giant pen.

It was drawn by the very talented Tohm Curtis, who I collaborated with on a comic a few months back. Tohm was kind enough to make this amazingly lifelike (despite the fact we’ve never met) drawing into something suitable for a banner for my blog, and with the help of my partner Danny it was made techno-tard proof and pretty. So thanks to those guys for their help, and enjoy the new banner!

On Wanting To Be Sarah Wilson

I want to be Sarah Wilson. She writes about crazy, awesome stuff, and no matter what it is, I always want to read it. Partly a great writing voice, partly a great subject.

This semester for a course called “Literary Non-Fiction”, one of my assessment tasks is to write a piece of “immersion journalism” – this is where you get into something and fully immerse yourself. Most often, this involves fly-on-the-wall hanging around a certain thing or person for a long time, then writing about it. But one branch of this practice is “participatory,” and this is what Sarah Wilson does, and what I plan to do.

Last week, a friend’s status update appeared on my Facebook news feed expressing his disgust at the concept of a “No Gas Day”, encouraging people to get rid of their cars permanently, and live our their protest every day by riding or taking public transport.

This coincided with the week of the worst public transport rides I’ve ever been on – I don’t drive, I only PT everywhere. I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s rarely on time, and prone to changes, but what I can’t deal with is being as small as I am and being squashed by lots of people. Squashed between too many inconsiderate people at peak hour, I was very close to having a panic attack. When I got off that tram I was incredibly angry and upset, and thought “F*ck This. Clearly public transport isn’t a good idea either. What about riding?”

So, would riding be feasible? I’m going to Sarah Wilson it on up, and see if I can test this idea at its extreme, by ONLY riding for a week, and then writing about it.

It seems like a simple enough idea, which many people see as too hard. I want to know if it would be a whole lifestyle change (for me, who hasn’t ridden in about 8 years and is slightly overweight, pretty unfit), whether the attitude on the roads from drivers and/or other cyclists (is it cliquey?) is an obstacle, or if it really is as easy as everyone just jumping on their pushie. It’s an article I know I’d like to read.

Wish me luck!

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