Wednesday 30 September 2015

YEAR 1: The Smothering of The Inferno by Josh Ferguson

Hey guys, here's my piece for this week's Writing Critique Workshop. Hope you enjoy! 

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Jacob’s tears were lit up by the fire. The warm blaze flickered and spat as he sat in front of it. His legs started to go numb, but he was too zoned out to fully notice. Forest trees surrounded him, rising up into the sombre and starless sky, and a sharp silence poisoned the atmosphere. 

He stared deeply. He watched the flames dance and sway with a chaotic grace, like a hellish ballet show. All he could wonder was how he got here.

There was nothing. Just this warm feeling, trying to thaw out the cold he felt inside.

“What do you see?” a voice whispered. No one else was there. The words did not belong to anyone. But they echoed in Jacob’s ears for a few lingering seconds. He continued to gaze blindly into the bonfire.

“I see regret” he said aloud.

“What do you regret, Jacob?”

A moment of hesitation. He stumbled over his thoughts, as his throat began to close up.

“... I’m not sure.

“Then you do not feel regret.

But he was sure he did. He knew he did. 

“So why can I see it?” he asked the voice.

“Because you long for the past. You wish to reconcile with those you have hurt. It is in your nature. You do not feel regret, you feel sympathy.

His mind harked back to Erin. Her wit, her beauty. Jacob missed everything about her. The silence spent between them as they crossed paths every other day continued to hurt him. To think about those moments not spent in silence, those moments spent in everlasting joy, hurt him even more. Now, she was just another stranger, another entity that moved through the air. More tears fell down his golden cheek.

“What else do you see?” the voice asked.

He stared into the fire again. Reds, yellows and oranges entangled with one another and rose higher and higher into the sky with every gust of wind, which was becoming harsher as the night went on. 

Jacob sat still, eyes burning. He brushed his hand against his cheek, wiping away a tear.

“I see..."

Then, blindness. 

The fire erupted in its place, kissing the black sky with its flaming lips and licking Jacob's skin. It screamed an unearthly cry that pierced his ears and shook the trees. 
Suddenly, he was caught in a vortex. He felt the raging inferno consume him as he was sucked through the forest floor into an open abyss. He tumbled and turned hopelessly. Nothing to grab on to, nothing to see. Just a cosmic mix of black, blue, and purple.

He stopped tumbling. He was left floating in the centre of emptiness, unable to move, paralysed yet still breathing. 

"Look around you, Jacob" the voice echoed. Every syllable vibrated his bones. "What do you see now?"

Jacob studied the abyss he found himself in. He looked towards the farthest corners and could not make out a thing. Just darkness. Everything, and everyone, was gone.

He opened his mouth to speak. 

Not a single word escaped. 

Tuesday 29 September 2015

You Won't Let Me Go Alone - Melissa Robertson

So sorry for the late post guys! Have been having major problems getting onto this blogger page.

Anyhow, here's my work, enjoy!

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Drown your sorrows in a glass of red, you said, it helps your feeling bleed out on the floor. Drip drop, drip drop. So you no longer feel pain, feel anything.

Bury your sorrows in the ground, you say, it helps keep your feelings in one place, not letting them escape, trapped in a tomb forever. Screaming to be let out.

Leave your sorrows, you preach, it helps if you run away, leave and forget them. Jump out the car, screeching as they plummet into the wall.

Drop your sorrows, you remind, tie them in a bag, knot it tight so it won't let loose. Drop them in the deepest of oceans. Lost with dreams and hope.

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When the weight is so heavy, that it brings you to the floor and under sand, to sink in the sorrow and its demand,

When the lights are out, and you're in the dark, without a guiding light, to show you the path,

When you have nowhere else to run to, no strength left in your legs, no working car to run away,

When the bag is so heavy that you can't keep up, nor let it go, and it pulls you down till you're in the bottom...

I will rise from beneath, lifting you along with me, giving you strength, "remaking" you be,

I will shine true, like a sun no other, leaving room for no shadow, touching our lives warm,

I will come to rescue you, in my shelter and embrace, taking you another place, where I'll see smiles on your face,

I will reach out till the depths, to set you free and bring you back and safe, into the warmth you thought had ceased to be.

I'll be with you...

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How do you love?
Love ...

My, love ...
Come rescue me,
rescue me ...
Craving you drives me restless
it seems.
Brightens my eyes
lightens my dreams.

You steal my breath,
tears dry away.
I'm dreaming,
believing, hoping for that day ...
Your face; awe-inspiring
Your voice; breath-riling
Your touch; all-tiring

My love,
take me away.

Thursday 24 September 2015

YEAR 2: Cat By Alex Pritchard

A poisonous paradox,
And a deadly isolation,
Has given me a transparent form,
And left me in a deadly comfort.

I can only breathe in here,
And I’m suffocating,
Clinging to the scratchings in my wooden imagination,
Trapped in endless confines.

Spin me a yarn,
And let me play with the strings,
I’ll weave you an image you’ve never seen,
Every night in your daydreams.

So be honest,
You understand the truth,
Does the world see its own box?
Can we leave it safely in danger?

Spin me a perfect yarn,
Play with the strings,
Wrap it round your finger,
Unravel the world, let it fray, spin ‘till it stills.

Do not open me,
And look inside,
What do you see?
I’m not afraid of the fear inside.

It’s a poisonous paradox,
So leave me.
Please don’t leave me.
Keep me alone, warm on your lap.

Meow!

Tuesday 1 September 2015

Welcome to the 15/16 year at UCA!


Hello there everyone!

It’s your course leader Craig Jordan-Baker here, back after an exciting summer of creative projects, writing and of course planning for the new year. I’d like to give everybody a lowdown on the main developments in creative writing here at UCA, along with what I’ve been up to over the summer.

What have I been doing?
That’s a good question, and I am glad you asked. Since May, I have been busy with a number of projects. In June, I was a speaker at the Great Writing Conference 2015 in Imperial College, London.  This in an annual international gathering for writers and creative writing academics and I presented a paper on ‘Peter Abbs and Aesthetic Education’, which considered the relationships between the arts and what this means for creative writing. I’ll be presenting on a related subject at the annual NAWE conference in Durham this November. 
I was also very happy to have a paper of mine entitled ‘The Philosophy of Creative Writing’ published in New Writing: The International Journal of Creative Writing Theory and Practice. This was a piece developed at the Great Writing conference last year and concerns some of the problems of creative writing as an autonomous discipline within the academy. All UCA students should have access to the journal via their Athens login and the paper can be found at the following links:

http://www.tandfonline.com/doi/pdf/10.1080/14790726.2015.1047854

Another thing I’ve done is to spend two weeks in the wonderful city of Edinburgh, as part of the Fringe. Two of my shows were at the festival, one being an adaptation of the Anglo-Saxon poem ‘Beowulf’ and the other a children’s show, ‘The Tale of Tommy O’Quire’. Both shows got good reviews and you can find some links here:


Myself and actor Tom Dussek were also interviewed for Fringe Review about our work, the fringe and ideas of poetry and storytelling. Here’s the link if you are interested:


And what do I think of Edinburgh? Well, to put it mildly, Edinburgh is an intense environment with over 3,500 shows to choose from, bars open until 5am, constant street shows, deep-fried Mars bars, crying actors, pockets full of flyers and daily grind of making sure your show goes up on time, comes down on time and that you have not sunk into terrible poverty. This Fringe was my first as a practitioner (writer) and I realise, now having done it, that I stayed away for some very good reasons. There is much you can get from the Fringe in terms of reviews, developing relationships and seeing some amazing work. However, your fortitude is constantly tested as you are always active, always worried, always thinking about what has immediately just happened and what is immediately to come. Some people seem used to this (seem), but I find it mildly hard to believe that their souls are not being slowly scraped out with a penknife, as there is so little time for reflection or repose.
                Overall, an experience I may well repeat once memory had blunted the sharpness of experience.

New Staff

As many of you will be (painfully) aware, in the first year of creative writing, you only had the debatable pleasure of having me to deliver creative writing. Well, change comes inevitably and I am genuinely happy to announce that UCA has employed two new Sessional Lecturers in creative writing. Dr Richard Hawtree and Samantha Talbot will be joining us and will be delivering the year 2 unit, ‘Developing a Writer’s Voice’ in term 1 and then will be taking Year 1 for ‘Poetry and Poetics’ in term 2. Here are their biographies:

Dr Richard Hawtree
 
Richard took his primary degree in English Language and Literature at Exeter College, Oxford. He next travelled to Ireland where he studied Old and Middle English poetry, work that culminated in a 2009 Ph.D at University College Cork concerning the tenth-century Exeter Book manuscript. From 2010 onwards he acted as a post-doctoral fellow with the Irish Research Council-funded ‘Christ on the Cross’ project, examining textual and material representations of the Crucifixion in Ireland from 800-1200 A.D.
Research interests include the history of reading, manuscript studies, and the varied uses of the past in contemporary British and Irish poetry. His own poems, often inspired by the metaphysical tradition, have appeared in literary magazines including: Scintilla, The Penny Dreadful, Brain of Forgetting, and The Weary Blues.   

Samantha Talbot

Sam is a writer and artist with a background in interdisciplinary research and practice in the creative arts. She has a BA (Hons) Fine Art Painting (Winchester), Cambridge CELTA, PGCTEAP (Nottingham) and an MLitt in Creative Writing (Glasgow). Since 2006, she has held positions as Lecturer and Teaching Fellow in EAP at the University of Nottingham, Nottingham Trent University, the University of Bath, INTO University of East Anglia and the University of Sheffield, respectively, and has worked in Literature Development at Nottingham Writers’ Studio.
At UCA, Sam lectures on the BA Hons in Creative Writing and Journalism course, and the International Foundation, Graduate Diploma and Pre-Sessional programmes in Art and Design. Research and teaching interests include facilitating creative and critical writing in the various disciplines and across cohorts; the personal essay; narrative non-fiction; autobiographical fiction; the journey as metaphor; travel literature; image and text; final major projects and exhibitions; editing and publication: anthologising; and the fictionalised travelogue. As part of the Creative Writing team here at UCA, she also facilitates the ‘Scrivener Series’ of external talks and is about to embark upon an interdisciplinary and practice-based PhD. 

Plans for the new year

Finally, the 15/16 year will hold some new things and here’s a short overview of what we will be up to:

1.       The Scrivener Series. The Scrivener Series returns with a series of talks and readings from established writers. Speakers will be announced very soon, but I can promise some fine writers will be visiting UCA!

2.       Acting and Performance. The new Acting and Performance course under the leadership of Ruth Torr will have its first intake this year, and I have organised some opportunities this year for CW students to work with AAP students to have their work developed into short pieces. This will provide invaluable experience for writers and actors alike.

3.       Creative Residencies. We have some creative residencies coming to UCA in term 1, which will appeal to CWers. Firstly, artist Daksha Patel returns to deliver workshops around text and image and students will have the change to explore the synergies between the written and the drawn. Secondly, we will have a week of linked workshops looking at puppetry, direction, music and theatre production from Atomic Force Productions. This will primarily appeal to CWers wanting to explore some of the practical elements of performance and how it might relate to their own writing.

4.       Winter School. There will also be an opportunity for five CW students to attend a new winter writing school at UCA in December. This will involve CW students, other UCA students interested in writing and HE students from the local area. We will engage in a compact writing programme exploring the development of technique and an introduction to some of the fundamental forms of literature.  More info on this soon….

That’s about it! Welcome to the new year at UCA!

Craig