Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Writing in Cambodia, land of tuk tuks

I once wrote an article for an online arts journal about the writer's retreats I run, and instead of using my title, Holidays That Inspire, the editor changed it to something like How Rich Writers Travel.  Horrified, I asked her to change it back, which she did, not before remarking - but it got lots of hits!

Temple Writing in Burma 2013


The inference that you had to be rich to join an international writers retreat; that it is somehow a luxury, even an indulgence to spend your time in such a pursuit, disturbed me. Nothing could be further than the truth. Some people who come do have what I call 'spare money' it's true, usually well earned super or savings, and most who come have more money than me. Although I do remember one person getting a Centrelink loan to come to Morocco which I thought was brilliant.



Part of the inference too is that - as only the rich can afford to travel, we would stay in luxury villas and view our surroundings from afar, taking what we need for our writing and leaving nothing in return. This idea is also abhorrent for as much as possible I always try find a way to not only meet local writers and artists but invite them to join our workshops and events.

Bayon Temple


In March this year Writer's Journey heads to Angkor Wat for seven days temple wandering,  writing, jotting, sketching, painting, meditating, brainstorming, photographing, filming, while learning how to tell a good story.

Open to creative artists of all modalities: painters, poets, photographers,filmsters, performers, writers, doodlers, journalers, we travel into the heart and spirit of our creativity as we explore the ancient temples of Angkor Wat and its surrounds for the purpose making a creative work — collection of poems, sketches, paintings, a creative journal, a short story, notes for a novel, exhibition of photos, short film to be presented at a showing/presentation on our final evening.

Filipino and Cambodian poets at Angkor Wat for Northern Kingdoms Festival



Already the word has gone out to expats and Cambodian nationals that there are sponsored and semi sponsored positions available if they would like to join. Last time I ran workshops in Cambodia we had a great turn out in Sihanoukville, Battambang, Siem Reap and Phnom Penh. Money raised from the workshops was donated to the Ponheary Ly Foundation to buy bicycles for children living in villages around Angkor Wat, who can't afford to get to school.

On that visit I invited Ponheary (I think she is in her sixties now) to our Siem Reap workshop. She said she wasn't much of a writer but she had many stories to tell.


Ponheary Ly, teacher, tour guide, social activist.


During the Khmer Rouge genocide Ponheary's father, a teacher, was killed along with thirteen family members. Those remaining suffered extreme poverty, but knowing the value of education, when Khmer Rouge were deposed, Ponheary became a teacher. She began by supporting one student  from her own earnings, then another and another. After she became a tour guide, tourists would donate to her cause until she met a woman from Austin, Texas, who was so moved by her work she set up a foundation to help. Together with the hard work of numerous volunteers they look after 2500 students. Knowing herself what it means to live only on leaves and sticks for months on end, Ponheary says she can tell just from one look, what level of poverty children are suffering: extreme, moderate, low level.

I'm hoping Ponheary will be our guide on our first day in the temples of Angkor Wat and that some of her staff will attend our workshops as they did before. There is no better way to get to know a country than through the stories of its people. You can read all the tourist books, brochures and blogs about a place, but meet one person and hear their story and your life is changed forever.

Workshop with local writers at Mata Air Festival, Salatiga.


The reverse is also true: we share the stories we are working on, our hosts also get to know us; our strengths, our weaknesses, our vulnerabilities. In this exchange we have chance to reflect not only on our commonalites and our differences but what kind of future we can write together.

I wonder if this was the richness that editor had in mind.

Read more about the artists, writers and communities Writer's Journey supports.

Book now for Temple Dreaming in Angkor Wat, March 9 - 16.

Friday, January 2, 2015

A Moroccan seaside residency

At the end of our Moroccan Caravan adventure, I headed to Essaouira, a coastal town three hours west of Marrakech for my own weeklong writers retreat. This charming fort town is heritage listed by Unesco and you can easily see why.




 From its fortified battlements, its old medina buildings and romantic fishing port, the lick of salt is all over as the sound of the Altantic Ocean follows you wherever you go. It is a windy town in summer I'm told, a factor that brings many visitors here to escape the inland heat. It was autumn when I visited with sunny days struggling to break through the uncharacteristic rain clouds, perfect for writing.




My writer's garrett was a rooftop airbnb room close to the daily market and not far from the port and Scala, the old Portugese fort. My Swedish host Martin was most hospitable and he and his friend Youssef showed me around on my first day and provided plenty of entertainment and diversion at the end of my writing day.




To the south of the town is village called Diabat where Jimi Hendrix once visited in 1969. You can walk there along the beach only you have to find a way to cross the river.



There's an old ruined castle which is said to have given Jimi inspiration for the song Castles Made of Sand, (except for the fact he wrote it two years earlier).



The chorus line goes "And so castles made of sand, fall in the sea, eventually." Seems it was rather prophetic as Jimi himself may have noticed when he walked the beach near the old Portugese battlement which is typically surrounded by waves at high tide.


If you get thirsty after your walk, Diabat village boasts five Jimi Hendrix cafes which seemed pretty much deserted but must get a good run when the local Gnawa Music Festival is on.




 After a few days of solid writing when Sunday came around I decided to take the day off and head to the second hand souk. I had a wonderful time fossicking around rows and rows of Steptoe and Son shacks manned by old men who looked like they slept on fabulous old carpets and armchairs they were selling for a song.




I've decided fossicking is good for writing.. ferreting around in junk and seeing what turns up is a lot like what we do each day at our desks. Picking things up, turning them over this way and that, rummaging through a pile of stuff that looks like garbage but yields a fabulous find at the bottom of the pile. So familiar! Taking yourself away from your desk for a bit and physically rummaging is a lot like the ruminating benefits of cleaning. Scrubbing the floors or the bath, having a big clean out in your office or garage is all good for ordering the mind. A lot of writers fear they may be procrastinating (and they may well be if they keep it up day after day) but I find after such a break, I bounce back to my desk with renewed energy as if I had been at the same time putting the broom through my writing.


Later in the day, sticking to my day off rule, I was randomly googling and came across a residency in Turkey, which is next on my list of countries to visit. I filled out an online application for mau mau residency program and within a few days had my acceptance letter.  You see what a day of fossicking  can turn up. Oh, and I finished my draft of My Mother Duras. Now for the rewrites!


Before Turkey I plan to be back in Essaouira for our Sacred Song Sacred Story retreat in May. I hope you can join us!

Check out this year's creative adventures: Angkor Wat, Bali, Bhutan at www.writersjourney.com.au

Sunday, December 7, 2014

Writing on Camels

In November 2014, six writers headed out into the Saharan desert near the great Erg Chebbi sand dune. Our home for 8 days and nights was Cafe Tissardmine, an artist's retreat and guest house nearby. The desert became our inspiration as we wrote the days away, not even stopping as we rode our camels...



Heading out on our overnight trek


Laurie Trott, playwright, poet, journalist.



Ilka Schroeder, yoga teacher, rapper, travel memoirist




Leone Carroll, novelist and desert fashionista




Lorraine McLoughlin, biographer.








Ailsa Thoms, short story writer, poet.



Leone captures desert moments




Look ma, no hands!




Writing on camels, why not!




I could write like this all day!




Just another day in the saddle!

See more pics of the rest of our Moroccan Caravan adventure here

www.writersjourney.com.au



Thursday, August 7, 2014

Sieze the Moment - a workshop in Massachussetts

The setting: West Massachussetts, not far from the famous Mohawk Trail, an old trade route used by the American Indian tribes before they were forcibly removed from their country. Our workshop took place in the Mohawk School library during the 30 year celebrations of Tsegyalgar, a community of practitioners following the Tibetan Dzogchen teachings of Chogyal Namkhai Norbu.


Fourteen writers took the challenge to practice bringing present awareness into their writing.


The school's corridors provided inspiration for our observation excercise.


Back to the library to write.


Who said facing a wall is boring!


Writing doesn't have to be a lonely business, especially if you have writing friends!


Colour, space, sound, light, is all there for te taking, anytime you choose to sit down and write.


Reading, listening, noticing what you like most, always a great way to improve your writing.





 A taste of some of the writing from the workshop.



A perfect space to write. The vastness of the open sky and nature below, reaching out, beyond what I can see, and feel is present… the smells of space, with a hint of the perfect eclectic mix of cinnamon and a hint of perfectly fresh strawberries, vibrant, emanating love and comfort. The endless space in which words manifest and land perfectly in the way they need to on the page. Meaningfulness, it is what it is. The smell of cinnamon prevails. It welcomes, comforts, nurtures. The top of the mountaintops seen, contained, by this limitless blue sky. Green pastures below. In the green and blue, anything is possible. Anything, at all. The light, everywhere, shines, with no darkness in sight. All is illuminated, detailed, accessible, tangible, within reach…
Matt Hyatt


Barney needs a bath. Emily smells like spice the color of her fur. Pancita smells fur-luscious and I could inhale her scent on and on.
Barney hates baths but he loves me, so we have the shampoo and the less than 5 minutes of (perhaps pretend?) terror at the sight of the water hose. When we're done and he's wet, shiny and smelling like lavender, he rolls endlessly in the sand to undo the awful wash-up.
Emily peeks around the corner wondering if she's next.
Not today, Em.
And Panchita - you taught me long ago to never, EVER wash a cat.
Salt air, warm sun.
Smells like love to me.


Diane Campbell





Sunday, March 23, 2014

Indochine Journey

This Aug 16-30 we head off on a 15 day writing adventure in Vietnam.




Drawing on the inspiration of the French author Marguerite Duras, we explore Vietnamese culture, landscape and our own writing, through the Durassian gaze. Read Jan’s blog about MD here.




Our Vietnam Journey.
Our cultural guides, author Biff Ward and tour guide, Tran Dinh Song, have been leading Vietnam tours for many years.

We begin our journey exploring Hanoi ( Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum,  the Old Quarter and Hoan Kiem Lake) before heading out to the verdant rice paddy district of Mai Chau for our first writing intensive, including an introduction to the writing of Marguerite Duras.



Returning to Hanoi we go looking for the house Marguerite lived in when she was four and pay our respects at the Temple Of Literature. Heading south we arrive in the heritage listed town of Hoi An, where we settle in for another writing stint with afternoons free for exploring this charming historical town.

 Ho Chi Minh City is our next stop where we discover the Cholon (Chinatown) district where much of The Lover is set. The trail hots up as we travel out into true Duras territory on the Mekong River, staying in a homestay at Vinh Long and visiting the Lover’s tomb at Sadec. We return to HCM City for a farewell dinner in Cholon before departing on our own itineraries.


Your Writing
On this trip you are encouraged to use every travelling moment for your writing. Bring a current writing project or start one a fresh. All genres welcome.r own writing project. Timetabled into our journey are two mini retreats where we concentrate fully on our work with plenty of reading time for critiquing and feedback.

Pre-trip tasks give the opportunity to use your prep and travelling time for your writing.  As we travel together, daily writing workshops will revise the essential elements of writing craft in relation to you
From our first welcome dinner to our last farewell feast, the conversation about our writing continues, as we become intimately involved in supporting one another in the writing process. Indeed the conversation continues long after the journey is over, as our new writing friends become our greatest support in the journey towards publishing. See WJ Alumni here.



Bookings and info here.




Our Travel Itinerary
Sat 16 August Arrive Hanoi Camellia 4 hotel
Sun 17 Chi Minh mausoleum and history, Old Quarter, Hoan Kiem lake Camellia 4 hotelbreakfast
Mon 18 To Mai Chau Mme Chung homestayAll meals
Tues 19 Writing and meeting local people with Song Mme Chung homestayAll meals
Wed 20 Writing Mme Chung homestayAll meals
Thur 21 Writing Mme Chung homestayAll meals
Fri 22 Morning workshop, return Hanoi Camellia 4
Sat 23 Fly to Hoi An Hoa Su Frangipani Villa ResortBreakfast and lunch
Sun 24 Sun Writing Hoa Su Frangipani Villa ResortBreakfast and lunch
Mon 25 Writing Hoa Su Frangipani Villa ResortBreakfast and lunch Marble Mtn trip in pm
Tues 26 Writing Hoa Su Frangipani Villa ResortBreakfast and lunch
Wed 27 Fly to HCMCity and minibus to the Mekong Delta Tam Tien HomestayBreakfast and dinner
Thurs 28 Vinh Long and Sadec where Marguerite Duras lived and loved

Fri 29 Return HCMCity

Sat 30 Leave for Australia in evening OR travel onwards on your own itinerary One shared room, Bong Sen Hotelbreakfast





Saturday, December 28, 2013

Temple Writing in Burma 2014



Making a wish at the feet of the Buddha, Ananda Pagoda, Bagan

A 12 day Writing Journey                Feb 12 -23, 2014                Bookings are now closed


View clip from last years Burma journey here.

Arrive in Mandalay, spend a day sight seeing, attend the Irrawaddy Literary Festival, then travel by river boat to the plain of temples in Bagan for a five day writing retreat with writing tutor Jan Cornall.




The Festival
The Irrawaddy Literary Festival 2014 will be held in the grounds of the magnificent Kuthodaw Pagoda in Mandalay. The world’s largest book, inscribed on 729 white marble tablets, dots the the spacious grounds of the Pagoda, which was recently designated a UNESCO World Heritage site. Set within shaded avenues, bordered with fragrant starflower trees, the compound is the perfect backdrop to the Festival’s eclectic programme of events.
Aung San Suu Kyi, Tan Twan Eng, Louis de Bernieres,  Pascal Khoo Thwe, Caroline Moorehead, Dame Joan Bakewell, Martha Kearney, Fergal Keane, Jung Chang,  Rupert Arrowsmith, Caroline Courtauld, over 100 Burmese writers and many more.


The Retreat
The day after the festival we travel by river boat along the Irrawaddy River to the ancient city of Bagan, taking our inspiration from the sweep of eleventh century temples at our doorstep. Morning workshops are conducted at our hotel as we spend the afternoons exploring the temples, with a day trip to Mt Popa, home of the Nat Spirits. In the early evenings we have readings followed by dinner at local restaurants and take a sunset cruise on our last day.  Stay on longer to explore more of Burma on your own itinerary. Read about last year's festival here.


The Writing
We begin the conversation about our writing from the minute we meet in Mandalay. Writing tasks will be given each day of the festival and workshops begin in earnest on our river trip to Bagan. Morning workshops in Bagan give you an opportunity to read and receive feedback on your work as well as brainstorm and trouble shoot difficult areas. Meditative and mapping techniques will used to bring clarity and energy into the words on the page. Elements of craft such as voice, setting, character, story, structure will be revised using sensing methods to evoke powerful writing. Goal setting and timetabling will ensure you have a plan for achieving future draft completion.All genres, all levels of experience welcome.



Itinerary:
Feb 12: Arrive Mandalay (fly direct from Oz via Bangkok with Thai Airlines)
Feb 13:  Sight seeing in Mandalay, notable temples and the famous U Bein teak bridge.
Feb 14: Irrawaddy Festival at Kuthodaw Pagoda.
Feb 15: Irrawaddy Festival at Kuthodaw Pagoda.
Feb 16: Irrawaddy Festival Kuthodaw Pagoda.
Feb 17: Travel by river to Bagan. Workshop on board. Check into Bagan accom.
Feb 18 – 22: Bagan retreat. Morning workshops, afternoon temple excursions, evening readings, dinners in local restaurants, attend the local full moon festival.
Feb 23: Depart on international flights or continue on own itinerary.




More pics here
View YouTube clip here.


About your tutor 
Jan Cornall is a writer and performer based in Sydney. Awarded a number of grants and fellowships and has written fifteen produced plays and musicals, a feature film, a novel, short stories and three CD’s of songs. With a strong interest in Asia, Jan began collaborating with Indonesian, writers, musicians and artists during her Asialink residency in Jakarta in 2006. She has taken part in festivals in the region including: Ubud Writers and Readers Festival, Utan Kayu Biennale, Hong Kong International Literary Festival, Darwin Wordstorm and Irrawaddy Literary Festival. Jan mentors writers and leads annual writers retreats and workshops in  Bali, Fiji , Laos, Morocco, Burma, Vietnam. Find out more here.






Monday, November 11, 2013

Postcards from Bali


Writers Journey's Backstage Bali retreat attracted some wonderful writers again this year. Below are some of their contributions...





Michelle Leber



The Worship of Flowers

Can you hear the sound of a leaf
my friend? The one that dangles from
the great blue cup we know as the sky.

The Goddess of Hanging Gardens casts leafage
with the skill of a fisherman. She’s learnt
her aim from the Lazy God of Swishing Fish―
the one known to capture more than
stillness from a pond.

Her rod is neither predictable in form,
nor a weapon of hunting, but a verdant
festoon of flowers. She captures the aroma
in evening air, pigeon’s haunting solo,
the floating mood of a passerby.

Can you hear the sound of a leaf
my friend? The one that dangles from
the great blue cup we know as the sky.


 Michelle Leber is a Melbourne poet whose work has been published  in Best Australian Poems 2009 and 2013 (Black Inc), The Age, Meanjin, high school texts, environmental bulletins and on trains. Her current manuscript, The Yellow Emperor, is a mythography in verse exploring proto-historic civilization in China.



                            
Peter Bishop                             

Lakeview                     
                   
The mist has lifted now as I sit on the terrace of Lakeview Hotel—Batur has emerged in all her magnificence, as if to say—did you doubt?
And the trucks are grinding up the flanks of the crater that surrounds her.

It is a relentless, remorseless extraction of her congealed blood—the black basalt flow that has  frozen on her southern hip, and it goes on all day, every day, year after year.

Batur  is not dead.
She slumbers with one half-open eye—occasionally she exhales a little sigh.

She is young in geological terms—although of course she is much older than the houses that dot her flanks, the machines that pick at her scabs, the people who pester her.

One day she might decide to shrug them off.

You can see the ring of escarpments around her that her mother built when she was born, and beyond that a second ring that might have been her great great grandmother—ancient beyond comprehension.

And yet, even so, Batur and all her ancestors are infants in the scheme of global geology. This place and everything about it captures me. It has a monumental and awesome beauty on a village scale—Batur has an intimate grandeur that I have not seen elsewhere.

 Busloads of people arrive during the day when she has withdrawn her splendour like an anemone withdrawing its tender tentacles. 

They wear shorts and socks and sandshoes and loud shirts and they have their photos taken against her sleeping head and they eat their lunches on the balcony with their backs to her, and they leave. 

In their buses, their fleets of numbered hire cars—they are in a hurry— there are sights to see, schedules to keep.

They did not see her rising naked from her bed of mist and clouds, they did not see the shimmer of the early morning in the lake at her foot, the skim of hungry  herons, the drift of dugout fishermen, the gathering of  workers wrapped against the cold— except for their thonged feet.

I sit here on the cusp of her cradle, sipping her thick dark coffee, wondering if that murmur was the pulse of her unguessable heart.

Peter Bishop a short story writer whose award include: The Australasian Short Story Award, The Banjo Paterson Literary Award, The Fellowship of Australian Writers Short Literary Competition and The E J Brady Short Short Story Award.His first published anthology is Black Soil.




Julie Freeman

The Bird's Journey

The bird twittered, flapped its wings and flew out the window. Over the trees and valleys,mountains and rivers it flew until it reached the end of the world. There it found a dog.

“Woof!” said the dog. “Welcome to the Underworld. State your business.”
“I've come to deliver a message” said the bird.

The dog considered.“Choose wisely” said the dog. “You may enter but I cannot let you leave.”

The bird twittered and flew in small circles then past the dog and through the door to the Underworld. The walls were dark and damp and an earthy smell permeated the tunnel. Soon a feeble light appeared, seeping in from small openings high up in the walls. The bird did not know the way. It came to a frame on the wall and looked at another bird, very like itself.

“Where am I going?” asked the bird and flapped its wings.

“Where am I going?” asked the bird in the frame and flapped its wings.

They looked at each other for a moment. The bird flew directly at the frame and through just as the other bird flew towards it. They met and crossed.The bird from the frame tweeted happily “I have escaped at last!”

The bird with the message flew on finding itself in a barren, deserted world populated with grey stone buildings, mostly ruined, and large red stones. Flashes of lightning and sudden peels of thunder inundated the scene. Sweeping heavy rains caused the bird to take shelter behind a rock to save its fragile wings. The rain slowly eased. The bird saw a light in the window of one of the grey, stone buildings high up above. It flew upwards and through the dark window towards the beckoning light.

It found itself in an old old room with a writing desk made of dark wood. On it were a quill and a half empty bottle of ink. Cobwebs furnished the room, the desk and the chair. There were rows of glass bottles stoppered with corks on a shelf in the corner. These were somehow important, the little bird didn't understand. It shook the remaining rainwater off its wings and sat down at the desk to write.


Julie Freeman lives in Perth and is currently working on a novel
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