The Hindu on the South India Writers’ Ensemble Festival, Kerala

Nice piece in The Hindu last week on the South India Writers’ Ensemble Festival in Kerala. I get the first paragraph.

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Of Flights of Fancy, Verse and Bestsellers
by S. Anandan
July 27, 2015
The Hindu

“I’m Jack Fleming, 25, a Mechanics student in New York, and I love adventures of all variety,” said Rinish Muhamed, a local lad, stepping into the shoes of an imaginary character.

The scene was a writing workshop led by American author George Bishop at the South India Writers’ Ensemble (SIWE) where he asked the attendees to profile an imaginary character and take on questions on the character’s traits and life story.

“Craft is as important as content and I wanted them to have an elementary understanding of imagining up a character and the situations that have infused meaning into his life,” said the best-selling author.

At Pampa, a hall by the Pampa river where the workshop was held, Robin S. Ngangom, English poet and academic based in Shillong, treated literary enthusiasts to some of the finest pieces of poetry from the region.

Reading Manipuri poet Thangjam Ibopishak Singh’s poem, ‘I want to be killed by an Indian bullet’, which he had translated into English, he demonstrated the sheer power poetry from the region packs in it. When ‘the five’ — fire, water, air, earth, sky — come looking for the poet in order to shoot him to death for penning ‘gobbledygook and drivel’, the poet says he wants to be killed by an Indian bullet – a wish that cannot be granted as “we don’t use guns made in India. Let alone guns, India cannot even make plastic flowers”.

The poet escapes death thanks to his insistence. “It’s such a wonderful poem,” said P.C. Vishnunath, MLA, as the audience kept asking the poet to recite more and more poems. The last session of the day was a bit of a dampener, with the panellists, Pankaj Dubey and Preeti Shenoy, more or less agreeing that it was okay to play to the gallery and adapt to the demands of the market while Benyamin was bent on guarding the freedom of the author. On the moral questions staring the author in the face from corporate market forces, Ms. Shenoy and Mr. Dubey said regardless of the social ills brought about by a corporate entity, if would be okay to take its handholding for publishing a work if the entity were to do it as a means of social responsibility. “Only, I wouldn’t allow anyone to tamper with my draft, unless for some grammatical correctness,” Ms. Shenoy said.

A fitting reply to the contention was given by poet Kalpetta Narayanan at the valedictory address when he said while every age had produced its best-selling authors – citing Changampuzha Krishna Pillai as the best-selling writer of his time – it would be dangerous to woo the market as a damsel (as earlier suggested by Mr. Dubey) as she could soon turn into a yakshi .

“There’s nothing wrong in creating bestsellers. But an awareness about the dialectical tension between the ethical questions and the market demands would do a world of good,” he said, amid thunderous applause. “Had it all been market-driven James Joyce would not have been a published author. And, Jorge Borges only managed to sell 300 copies of his first work.”

The literature festival next year would focus on Tamil and Malayalam while there would be participation from the North East and other south Indian States, said festival director T.P. Rajeevan.

Next edition of South India Writers’ Ensemble to focus on Tamil and Malayalam literature.

Photos from the South India Writers’ Ensemble Festival in Kerala

The river tent before the reading:

the river tent before the reading

Poets doing poetry:

poets doing poetry

Me hawking my book:

Me w book at SIWE

With superstar author Preeti Shenoy, writer/director Punkaj Dubey, and mythologist Vani Mahesh:

superstar author Preeti Shenoy, writer:director Punkaj Dubey, and mythologist Vani Mahesh

The writers collective at SIWE this year:

(Standing) Mithra Venkatraj, Preeti Shenoy, Manjiri Prabhu, Shinie Antony, Vani Mahesh, Saniya, Ambai, Malsawmi Jacob, Jayasree Kasaravally and Tulasi Venugopal.

(Below) Yuvan Chandrashekar, S Diwakar, George Bishop, Pankaj Dubey and Anjali Purohit.

The writers collective at SIWE this year

The Reading Life with Susan Larson, WWNO-New Orleans

Here’s a link to my interview with Susan Larson, of WWNO’s “The Reading Life,” about our New Orleans launch of A BOOK OF UNCOMMON PRAYER last week. I come in halfway through and then read from one of my pieces in the book, “For Aging Rock Stars.”

(Or so I’m told. To be honest, I haven’t listened to this yet because I’m afraid of how I might sound.)

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The Comet Chaser Lives!

In case you were wondering whatever happened to the Rosetta spacecraft and its probe Philae that crash-landed on Comet Churyumov-Gerasimenko back in November and then went dead: the probe has awakened. As of yesterday, the little lost lander was sending signals again back to Earth.

“Philae is doing very well,” project manager Stephan Ulamec said.

Here on a quiet, cloudy morning in New Orleans, this news cheers me.

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A Book of Uncommon Prayer, No. 3

Great reviews for A BOOK OF UNCOMMON PRAYER, an anthology of everyday invocations by 64 authors, out now from Outpost19, San Francisco.

I’ve got two pieces in the collection, “For Aging Rock Stars” and “For a Teenage Girl Embarking Upon a Weeklong Carnival Cruise with Her Parents.”

“Editor Matthew Vollmer strips away the bylines of this truly exceptional gathering of authors (credits are given at the back of the book) and allows the power of the pieces to do all the heavy lifting, clear of accreditation. Throughout, the writing is frequently poetic and beautiful, circling back often to stories of parents seeking kindness and protection for their children as they mature and move through life. Perhaps the greatest success of this anthology is its ability to remind us that, despite our subjective dogmas or lack thereof, there is an ever-present mystery sewn into life, whether we call it god or science, and we are all part of a grand design worthy of contemplation and reverence.” – Mel Bosworth at Small Press Review

“This book is AMAZING–moving and witty and sweet and sometimes even shocking–a little bit of everything we pray for in our private moments.” – Susan Larson, The Reading Life WWNO, New Orleans

And here’s the cool book video again:

A Book of Uncommon Prayer from Outpost19 Books on Vimeo.

Independent Bookstore Day in New Orleans

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New Orleans is fortunate to have several terrific independent bookstores: Faulkner House Books, Octavia Books, Garden District Book Shop, Maple Street Book Shop, and Tubby & Coo’s Mid-City Book Shop. They’re all great folks and great supporters of readers and writers.

Tomorrow, Saturday, May 9, we’re celebrating Independent Bookstore Day in N.O. with events at most of those places. (Yes, it’s one week later than the rest of the country, but we had a little thing called Jazz Fest last weekend.)

You can find me at Tubby & Coo’s after lunch. Get out and buy some books.

A Book of Uncommon Prayer, No. 2

Official release date for A BOOK OF UNCOMMON PRAYER is May 1, but you can get it now-Now!-online or from your favorite bookseller.

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Here’s a sample selection, and then below are some direct links to the book, to make it way easy for you.

POST-GAME-DAY BLESSING

Bless the black g-string,
abandoned on the sidewalk
beside a green Gingko
sapling on Lee Street.
Bless the girl who
shimmied out of it
before dawn, drunk
on Curaçao or Triple
Sec or Mike’s Hard
Lemonade. Drunk
on lust and early autumn
and our team’s unexpected
win over Georgia Tech.
Bless our team, all defense,
no offense. Bless everyone
who must have been
downtown last night
with their car flags and
war whoops, mesh jerseys
and micro-minis. Bless
our star quarterback, on fire
with a 14-3 halftime lead.
We are on the first grade
class walking trip to the
library so everyone can
get their own cards. I am
chaperone, which means
herding kids out of traffic,
back over the curb. Bless
the curb, and the kids who
use it as a balance beam.
Bless the magical book drop.
Bless the girl with knotted
hair who tries to stuff orange
leaves into the slot. And
bless the librarian, too, who
reads a book, loudly, clearly,
to everyone about someone
reading a spooky book. Bless
the meta-story, and the mass
of first graders, descending
on the stacks like locusts.
Bless the red solo cups
on the return trip
congregating like plastic
flames, like oversized
maraschino cherries on
the early-morning lawns
of Phi Delt, Sig Ep,
any dilapidated white
house with a porch
couch on East Roanoke
Street. Bless the empty
bottles of PBR knocked
on their sides, mouths
open in wondrous O’s.
O rushing yards. O Bud
Light Lime in your crushed
cardboard case resting
on the elementary school
lawn. Bless my son and
his friend Major, who look
past the blue Trojan wrapper
on Jackson Street, the flattened
Miller Lite can on Bennett,
to the blue butterfly,
to the giant mushroom
blooming in the corner
of someone’s yard. It looks
like a piece of meat, says
my son. Or a tree stump,
says Major, matter-of-factly.
It is a mushroom worth
blessing. And Bless our team
for escaping Bobby Dodd Stadium
with a 17-10 win. Bless us for
being able to hold on despite
the onslaught.

– Erika Meitner

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