Thursday, April 18, 2013

Writing the City



'Prose is all well & good, but it seems to me that poetry is full of music...'
Julia Bell




Last week, our creative writing fiction class attended a short seminar entitled 'Writing the City' by Julia Bell & Jean McNeil from the British Council & that was a nice change from the lessons that we've been having. Creative writing classes have always been a beacon for me in the past two years of college, with the exposure to interesting literature & the rediscovering of an innate hunger to write, but somehow this semester's fiction course was a little... drab. Perhaps it was the way classes were conducted; three hours of sitting in a circle & workshopping other people's work, which sometimes tended to go in circles without answering any quintessential questions (What does it mean when one says that a novel has a voice? When does one draw the line between fiction & autobiography?). Talking about writing, to me, is always necessary but often dull. Perhaps it also had to do with the kind of fiction my coursemates & I were producing, a lot of it being self-absorbed & overly-personal biography, only with disguised characters & changed names. Most of all though, it was largely because fiction doesn't come naturally to me at all, like how poetry or songs (sometimes) do, & these thirteen weeks were spent feeling largely like a fish out of water. Last week's class however, felt a bit like a breakthrough.

It was more of a reading of their work & discussion than a direct teaching seminar. The pieces they read, both excerpts of work-in-progress-novels & poems, were impressive & on occasion, brilliant. Jean, a travel writer whose work encompasses both Antarctica & Africa, talked about how good writers never let their life experiences & people & current landscapes directly translate into their writing, but how they used these tools to provide a template, a vibrant background for the invented story they had to tell, & I could definitely see how that was the case in her stories. There's a certain richness & creativity & also a curious authenticity, when a writer infuses the surrounding culture & his/her own life into a story without allowing it to be a true reflection of their own lives.

Julia also addressed the issue of fiction vs. autobiography, where she talked about how writing fiction isn't equivalent to ranting on the author's part. Throwing up your emotions on a page is the least of any kinds of writing, which often happens to writers in their early stages. Adolescent angst & bitter romances & painful experiences are treasure troves because of the strong emotion it invokes in the writer & his/her readers, but truly magnificent writing pays attention to how all of it translates onto a page & transforms personal experiences into something powerful & sublime. That is why writing is above all an artform, where things like rhyme & form & style are utilized to craft stories to the best possible form.


It was a good hour. What a terribly awful rant that must have been to some of you, but it was an eye-opener for me... I enjoyed it tremendously! Anyway, I haven't been blogging nearly enough & I promise I will soon when the obligatory final exams are over & summer holidays kick in. Till then... au revoir!



P.S. You can read about Jean's work here, & read some of Julia's poetry & short stories here.

In paper & ink












Sometimes, stories are the only things that matter.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

1957



The scent you wear moves in lines 
From your apartment into mine
You act like you don't know me 
My god you tempt my anxious mind


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Soaring, transcendental, liquid, breath-taking. 



Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Summer camp



'Whitewashed minds. Delicate old men with nondescript faces. And all these people. So tired, you had to lie flat on your stomach & bury your face in grass but it was alright because you were young & beautiful. I was there too. I opened my eyes & saw only green & for a few minutes or hours or days, my world only existed in one magnificent colour, how I wished it was turquoise instead but then you said we are miles from the sea & the only blue I ever wanted was in eyes. Take me seriously, because the lights are fading & time is wasting away & it all comes down to this: I will love you if you let me. If you love me, let me know.'



(October 2012)

Monday, February 25, 2013

More Haiku



(I)
The cold begins to wane
& flowers wake from slumber
so new & alive

(II)
On a clear morning
A blade of grass battling heat
goes drowsy with sleep

(III)
Tea with the first drafts
& the town becomes vibrant
turning red with leaves

(IV)
Frost creeps in slowly
I am yearning for the day
when light meets darkness




Friday, February 15, 2013

And God knows




Fred Astaire's the man for me!

Saturday, February 09, 2013

Everything looks different in rain




Like life, I am unhinged, as large
In an apartment high above
with streaked windows like doors
This dream becomes solid as
the ground I stand on
Lick my fingers clean of an unconscious song


Shadows lengthen & shorten
till stars are punched out in the sky
hands against hands
and so we go
on ships that sail only across bedspreads
Maps.


Joyful,
so we are joyful together,
lovers will be the same forever.


Thursday, February 07, 2013

The tide is going home.


Going for a music festival is nearly always a tiring affair; the waiting, the jostling with a sweaty throng of people, and standing for hours on end. It hardly seems worth the effort, and there always comes a point where, out of frustration & pure exhaustion, I inevitably question the reason I came at all.

But then there is the singular moment that comes, unpredictable & sweeping as a tidal wave, a moment so elusive and mysterious that up till now, I feel ill-equipped to describe it. It comes, strong & tactile & palpable, & then ebbs away as if it were a dream. It is the electric moment where everyone stops whatever they are doing, the shoving or screaming or slugging beer or making out, & the air becomes filled with something that I can only describe as the spirit of harmony. It is the moment where in the three-minute space of an otherwise ordinary song, a thousand individuals are transformed into a single body with a solitary pulse.

And this is the beautiful thing: In that instant, no one cares if you are singing off-key or if you don't know all the words or how different you are from the next person, because all that matters is that a piece of music has brought us together like no one & nothing ever can. Sometimes, in the spirit of it all, I take a look around & nearly say aloud to no one in particular, What a strange world we live in. I want to be present in it all. It is then when I realise what a song can do, & suddenly remember why I always come back.


Friday, January 25, 2013

Away with the Lights!








This is a brilliant work of art. I've never loved We Were Evergreen more. Once in a while there's a band like this that emerges, whose music is so exciting that it challenges one lyrically & artistically, and We Were Evergreen is one of those bands. What's even more exciting is that after five years of touring & the release of several EPs, We Were Evergreen is finally recording a full-length album this spring! I couldn't be more excited.

As an unsigned indie band though, Michael, Fabienne & William need loads of help from fans. And now it's possible. It's pretty amazing to me, how lesser-known artistes can make use of this age of technology to create art music, like how Amanda Palmer of The Dresden Dolls managed to raise over a million dollars in a month for her first solo record. It's so easy for musicians like these to just dissolve or disappear altogether due to the lack of funding, and I believe that there's a certain responsibility that music lovers have to ensure that this never happens, particularly to the bands that we love & that inspire us.

Through this self-started kickstarter campaign, you can donate as little as one pound to help fund We Were Evergreen's recording as well as get really wicked band merchandise such as autographed EPs & posters. Great deal, aint it? Look at it this way: a couple dollars is really a small investment for the great music that lies ahead :)

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Shift






Sorry if I've been neglecting this space. We've moved!