Wednesday, 31 March 2010

Ari Viderci Poetry Battle

My final word is: LIES

Lies on the couch, and she lies to her self
I don't need therapy, I don't need help
She blocks out her friends and forgets to believe
And I wish I could tell her the words that she needs

Shane's final word is: NEEDS

I guess this marks the end of our battle, so thanks for reading. It was an interesting experience, having to sit for a few moments each day and just make a poem off the top of my head. I think I learned a little bit about myself, which is very corny.

I don't know, I guess we both win! But Shane still has one poem to go.

Tuesday, 30 March 2010

Post-Birthday Poetry

Today's word is HOLD

Hold my hand to cross the street
And look both ways before we do
Then quickly move your little feet
We're moving forward, me and you

Shane's word is YOU

Monday, 29 March 2010

Poetry and Happy Birthday to ME

Today's word is COMA

Coma Boy, why won't you wake?
Your mother's touch, reciprocate
She cannot stand to see those tubes
The bleeping heart, your skin turned blue.

Shane's word is BLUE

Sunday, 28 March 2010

And Another One

Today's word is REAL (and Shane has to write two poems today because he skipped writing one yesterday)

Real; the way that we perceive
Prismatic spheres of light
A smudge of sauce open a sleeve
A seagull taking flight.

Shane's word is FLIGHT

Saturday, 27 March 2010

Poem Poem Poem

Today's word: Suck

Suck the marrow from my bones
Leave me spineless and alone
Hold the mirror; my reflection
Still can't handle your perfection

Shane's word is: Perfection

Friday, 26 March 2010

Poetic Ramblings

*** First off, I'm going to get distracted straight away and talk about recent publications. Murdoch Students, pick up a copy of the Metior Magazine (Issue 2, Secrets) and flick to the back inside cover. Yes, that's me! That's my story! I'm in print for the student market... although the magazine is free so does that make it a market?***

Alright. My word for today is Comfortable.

Comfortable, I think that's the word
Although to outsiders, our friendship's absurd
We don't talk in public, 'coz someone might see
And it's against the rules of the hierarchy


Haha yeah, a bit of a fail. Oh well. Shane's word is hierarchy.

Thursday, 25 March 2010

Today's Poem

Shane very nicely arranged it so the word I have to begin with is deceased. What a morbid chap. Here goes.

Deceased, my friend, that's what you'll be
That's what I've learned from history
So keep your nose clean, brush your hair
And ALWAYS wear clean underwear

Shane's word is: UNDERWEAR

Wednesday, 24 March 2010

Poetry Battle

Banjo Paterson and Henry Lawson did one, and now Shane and I can too!! (find him at http://STCliterature.blogspot.com.)

Rules for our poetry battle.

1) Each poem must begin with the final word of the poem of the person before.
2) Each poem can only be two to four lines long (although line length will not be standardized).
3) Cliches are punishable by death.
4) Poems must be relevant... no A-grade baloney.
5) No personal attacks on the other poet.


OK, here I go.


Love
You annoy the sh*t out of me, you loud-mouthed, outspoken little girl...
Yes dear, I will bring home some bread

Sunday, 21 March 2010

Rediscovering Old Friends

The first time I read Cloudstreet, by Tim Winton, I don't think I really read it. Oh yes, I loved it, and I remember reading it voraciously. But I don't think I really read it in the sense that it resonated with me. When I realised that I was forgetting what happens in Cloudstreet, I decided that I had to forgo my ever growing book pile and read Cloudstreet, even though I was supposed to be reading The Magic Pudding for my Literature class, and even though I haven't really read a book that long for a very long time, except for in class work. (This is a shame, I agree.) (And by a long time, I mean since the summer holidays, which although only about 6 weeks ago, feels like a very long time ago because of all the very hard work I have been doing.) I've decided that I will try and read one non class related book at least once a month. Otherwise, I'll be really sick of reading come the end of semester....OH NO! :)

Rereading a book that you loved when you were younger is a really surreal experience. You've forgotten most of the details, and the way the prose gets under your skin. You've read other books since (Like Robert Drewe's The Shark Net) which enhance your engagement with aspects of the book. You've lived more. It's like having an old friend turn up on your doorstep after many years of separation and coming in for a cup of tea. It's like a hug. Seriously.

Yeah, I'm a book geek.

But seriously, if I'm ever as good a writer as Tim Winton, I'll die happy.

Kudos, Tim.

Em

Tuesday, 16 March 2010

My Life as a Typo

Just a quick note to say that I've been included in the showcase of writing for my university. Except that I have been included as Emma.

And I'm thinking of entering the TAG Hungerford award but I don't know if I am good enough.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Perth Writers Festival

This year, for the first time, I made sure that I went to the writers festival. I have been before, maybe a year or two ago, with a friend of mine and her mother (who is also a writer). On that occassion, we saw a panel on creating new worlds in science fiction and fantasy stories.

But on this occassion, I was determined to go. Luckily for me, so was a good friend of mine, and we met up at the event. For some reason, these things are always more fun with someone you know sitting beside you. Perhaps it is because you can talk about it long afterwards and prolong the experience.

Anyway. I went to three sessions. The first one was called Reimagining the Literary Tradition which, roughly speaking, was about intertextual references and the use of other forms to shape new work. The speakers on that panel were Helen Oyeyemi, Goldie Goldbloom and Craig Silvey. I have to admit, I was only there to see Craig Silvey talk about Jasper Jones. I read that book at the end of last year and I really loved it. It was the first time in a long time that I had felt compelled to stay up until the wee hours of the morning reading a book. I can remember one occassion on which I had some friends over and I just wanted them to leave already so that I could go back and read Jasper Jones. But Helen Oyeyemi's talk also caught my imagination and I am now itching to read White is for Witching.

The second session that we took in was Escaping the Pigeonhole which was about women's writing and the stereotypes attached to it. The speakers were Sara Foster, Anita Heiss and Liz Byrski. This was the most I have laughed in years. All three women were smart, sassy, funny and confident, and the way they each viewed the world was so inspiring that I actually felt really good about myself coming out of the session.

Finally, we went and saw a panel about Writers as Readers in which three authors talked about their favourite books and their not so favourite books. Craig Silvey was on this panel again. I am not familiar with the other two authors who attended, but I have to say, all in all the session wasn't that great. I could talk about books until the cows come home, but watching authors talk about books in a hot room full of random people at the end of a long day was a bit much. After that session, I went and got Craig Silvey to sign my copies of Jasper Jones and Rhubarb (and much to my mortification, I just blabbed at him for the longest time, he was probably thinking 'Go Away').

All in all it was a pretty good day.