Been an interesting year…so here’s the cricket highlights:
I wrote regularly for Froth! I continue on a somewhat self-serving quest to bring bookish types to beer, and beer nerds to not mind awkward book nerds so much by matching books and beer each month. You can see some of the multi-sensory deliciousness over on my Instagram account. I’ll eventually scan and upload what I’ve written and post here, BUT if you have any interest in beer, you should subscribe because so much of the mag is actual fun for all the families!
I made close mates. One of them very sadly lives in a completely different city to me, but we collaborated and are just awaiting illustrations on a zine dedicated to the Bloody Mary.
Some amazing places accepted my poetry and creative non-fiction prose, and I performed as a singer/musician in two separate performances in Melbourne. This means I also need to update my CV, and the ‘about’ page on this blog. Go buy some copies of Concrete Queers, and F*EMS zines, please!
I’m catsitting for another good friend I made this year, and while my living situation has been far from stable and ideal, crushes still want to hang around me/stick around, so that’s been nice too. Sometimes they’re impressed by my cooking, ha!
Cricket highlight conclusion: been a rough trot but yielded many good habits for next year, personally and professionally. People keep mistaking me for a being a vegetarian (?!?!) and next year, I’m going to make an effort to eat and prepare more vegan food. I drink a lot less alcohol now that I can actually (for the most part) sleep! It’s been great rediscovering coffee, and drinking more tea than ever, as always. I still want more cats, tea, and good lit(erature).
A snippet from a recent conversation, not quite verbatim, but as much as I can recall:
person: everyone thinks (artists and writers) just go around drinking heaps doing drugs, having wild sex and parties all night long…
person: they don’t know that there’s actually quite a lot of work involved…
me: (thinks about rage associated with Paul Muldoon Oxford lecture collection) uh, yeah, it really isn’t, but I like the research except when my brain won’t switch off and read for fun.
In no way am I:
suggesting I’m a writer
admitting to believing or dismissing the particular stereotypes described above
(unprofessionally) mad at Paul Muldoon, the famous Irish poet
going to wax lyrical about whatever the hell it is that writers do
going to avoid the blissful topic of alcohol consumption. Best for last, chums!
It’s actually really hard to read and drink because the ‘aspiring writerly’ brain is always looking to pinch, pilfer and transform better people’s words into their own (not referring to outright plagiarism and/or not citing sources – that shit is clearly not on. Some decent wordsmiths actually put effort into their craft, yo!).
A somewhat awkward slide to introduce Paul Muldoon’s The End of the Poem – a collection of lectures about individual poems for Oxford lectures. Muldoon is supposed to close read each poem, that is, analyse and beat it within an inch of its life for intent and meaning and whatever the hell it is litwank nerds do (disclosure: I do it but badly – they’re mainly just boring rants focussed on the possible reasons for the placement of a comma in one spot, etc.).
With close reading, you look for ways in which the poet has jampacked as much potential meanings and readings into as short a space as possible. So when Muldoon’s lecture about ‘poem X’ turned out to be ‘everything possibly related to the genesis of poem X and not really a reading of said poem, it got me into passionate Collingwood supporter mode (note: I do not follow AFL. Never been to a game but kind knowledgeable folks have offered to take me to my first game ever…next year.
It’ll be a good space to get my argh-Muldoon-why-so-info-overload-cant-drink-beer-while-reading rage. Basically, reading one of these lecture transcripts means (if you haven’t already) you’ll need to read five other poets, maybe a biography or two, and a bajillion other poems by the author of the poem allegedly being close read.
Stubbornly, I refused to let my Muldoon rage transfer to impressions of the beer.Reading non-fun stuff and drinking even funner stuff didn’t work – but just in this instance. Above, the beer is one of last month’s TruBru #bearclub selections – Sixpoint’s Spice of Life Citra IPA. Bring on the hop times. Hop times = fun flavour times. Screw autodidacticism. Link is back to full health – for now.
Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma is, reading-wise, easier to devour though its information…not so much. Throughout the first part, I began to understand why Children of the Corn is a horror flick. It didn’t stop me from testing this new fear by buying a quesadilla a few days later. It also helps to know I’m not reading it blindly. Corn and its (natural) growth process still sounds like science-fiction. If we eat enough of it, will it conquer us the way the Adipose did in that episode of Doctor Who? Shudder.
It seemed like a good time to try out Mikkeller’s ‘Show Me’ Cuvee – a wild/sour beer (another TruBru #bearclub selection). My palate generally is doing funky things and has decided that things I previously thought were nice or okay, are ‘ooh-er, this is really good’ – enjoyed it more than expected.
Finally! I did get fun drinking and reading in! Woo hoo!
Snatching up some sun, my official mascot/overlord (cat) is resting against my back as I take a photo of The Paris Review summer 2014 issue (Northern Hemisphere summer – just imagine my lit journal reading backlog is the size of a slab) and 2 Brothers ‘Kung Foo’ rice lager. Both were very, very moreish. Ideally, enjoy both in a beautiful patch of public park not crawling with people who may follow you home singing Katy Perry or Britney Spears at the top of their lungs, or the equally intimidating crew who illegally light fireworks near a place I fondly call ‘Mill Park-South Morang Carcossa’. It makes trips to the postbox more…interesting than usual.
PS. The Muldoon lectures are amazing, just hard-going as it’s not the type of thing one can skim-read; I’m merely related to a Collingwood AFL supporter so their zeal is, to my mind, the stuff of mere legend; and lastly, po-mo dictates that you can appropriate others’ work but you better cite and acknowledge the shit out of your sources, k?
PPS. The other book supporting Muldoon-rage-o-rama is Mark Strand & Eavan Boland’s (eds.) The Making Of A Poem – highly recommended if you want to impress someone by memorising or learning to write poems in established forms (it has examples!)
Nothing Like The Sun by Anthony Burgess & Mountain Goat’s summer ale. IN A CAN.
A few weeks ago summer was threatening to come early. Yes, yes, Melbourne weather etc. By forces literary and gustatory combined, the weather, (fun) reading and tinnies hinted that I might actually take a photograph of a ‘life moment in progress’ and post it to a genius Tumblr called Book & Beer but yeah, that didn’t happen: finished the book too quickly (it’s soooo much fun, if you dig that sort of lit) and my drink of choice whilst reading is tea.
The only thing missing might’ve been Caribou’s ‘Sun’ or some dodgy arrangement of sumer is icumen inby tune-deaf primary school kids on a cacophony of recorders… (enter dream sequence and descending whole tone scales à la Puddle Lane)*…back in my day, recorder playing basics were taught fairly early on British primary school. #TOTA starts here…
They didn’t teach us about Dantean circles of hell at my next (Australian, Roman Catholic) primary school, but I suspect that Grade 4 and classroom music thereon (till high school) was an excellent approximation of one of them.
Anyway, will try to get the book and beer smashing documented more, should either happen again in coincidence. Perhaps when Melbourne’s weather regulates, whenever that may be. Thankfully, in Shakespeare’s sonnets, it’s always summer sometime, giving him ample love-loss metaphors to mine. Canker’d blooms, anyone? Would like to see some crazy local not-just-homebrewer try to make that…
#TOTA = tales of the amazing. The speaker-blogger uses this to refer to abysmally dull anecdotes and is suggesting that if you have no interest in music or (the speaker-blogger’s) personal psychogeography, you may indeed omit reading the paragraph appearing directly after employed hashtag.
*from personal experience of the speaker-blogger.
Individual experiences may vary.