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Keeping Ahead of the Game

self-marketing

Image lifted from Rob Cubbon's excellent guide to self-marketing.

Timing is everything.

I recently completed my first ever assignment as a freelance copywriter. As happy coincidences go, the same day saw a long overdue catch-up with expert of the trade, London based copywriter, Al Allday.

Such meetings, I cannot deny, offer me a mixture of encouragement and trepidation. Our career paths lie roughly in the same direction. Al hit the motorway, while I’m still navigating the long way round. While back-street manoeuvring supposedly makes you a better driver, motorways get you from A to B in the best way. Without doubt, following Al has made me a better writer.

Writing, many people don’t realise, must be split into disciplines. Continue reading ‘Keeping Ahead of the Game’

Editor

More silence. I am becoming my own PhD subject. Privacy, unfortunately, is multi-faceted. On the one hand, a fascinating subject, but on the other, also a rather uncomfortable mindset. It is like a form of writing anorexia (and I know how loaded that term is); there is more pleasure in the discipline I take from choosing not to write. Perhaps it is the vulnerability or fear of betrayal. Perhaps it is the protection, away from the uncomfortable places that writing invariably reaches. I continue to believe I am doing the right thing in keeping emotional charges locked up.

But this is just it. How many tabloid stories continue to roll out at the expense of private lives? What they uncover tends to be mischief and skullduggery,  just about enough to justify the intrusion in the majority of eyes. I don’t want my private life uncovering. I read a fascinating piece earlier about editorial decisions, which suggests that all good intentions do yield to become the paving stones towards hell.

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Exposure and Control

Misheye Photography and Art (Commercial Gallery)

As the Wheel of Fortune spins again, I am attempting to shake off private blues to regain control. Privacy proves baffling in that respect: control. Privacy appears to offer control, but in today’s climate it takes plenty away too. After a grilling yesterday in the use of ‘motive’ and ‘intention’, here lies a drop in the ocean on ‘exposure’ and ‘control’.

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Writing for Art

Orpheus and Eurydice

Lord Leighton, Orpheus and Eurydice (c. 1864)

But give them me, the mouth, the eyes, the brow!
Let them once more absorb me! One look now
Will lap me round forever, not to pass
Out of its light, though darkness lie beyond:
Hold me but safe again within the bond
Of one immortal look! All woe that was,
Forgotten, and all terror that may be,
Defied, no past is mine, no future: look at me!

Robert Browning

Writing for art, or ekphrasis, as it may be termed, has held a special place within my thought since an undergraduate tutorial led by the amazing Dr. Stephen Cheeke, whose first book on the subject, Writing for Art: The Aesthetics of Ekphrasis, was published in 2008 by Manchester University Press.

Can I follow in the footsteps of such a role model? It is not beyond the realms of possibility to apply for a post-doctoral project thinking about Marvell in this light. In the first instance, though, there is the smallest of chances that writing and art might permeate my professional life sooner rather than later in a different capacity, and how desperately do I both want and need this chance. [It is not a question, but a statement].

But give it me: the talk, the choice, the nod.
Let your decision absorb me! Let those Gods
Who sent me to Geneva not let me pass
Out of their sight, though darkness fell within:
Make me but safe again within my skin
With one immortal chance! All woe be glass,
In shatters, and all terror that may befall,
Recoil. The past resigns, the future: ‘waits your call.

KaM

Silence is Silver

It is certainly no longer golden.

[Written in script one month ago.] I have managed it. I think. Through the trials and perils of 2009, I have managed to keep my mouth shut.

The real ‘temptation’ of the present is no longer the stray drink or takeaway (for this commentator, coffee), but new forms of social networking. Whilst I appreciate the social functions of these sites, I cannot understand the prerogatives for documenting daily existence, the new staple of daily existence.

Facebook and Twitter are as irrefutable in 2009 as publishing has been in previous centuries: their service is to disseminate one’s voice. Unlike LiveJournal or alternative blogging services, Facebook and Twitter cannot pass as serving any real diurnal function; their output can only be ephemeral and serve the trigger-happy. Publishing tends to imply a confidence in one’s own voice ~ that which many Facebook users exude several times daily. To some extent, that is all well and good, but the technicalities of authorship transfer across to give a more condemning view.

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The Stigma of Print

Illuminations. How far do they attract?

Illuminations. How far do they attract?

J. W. Saunders’ study ‘The Stigma of Print’ (1951) touched an important nerve on the subject of publication. The premise is that with the advent of print in the Tudor period, the commercialisation of writing was regarded by many as a vulgar and defamatory practice. Literature was imbued with a mode of exclusivity. Whilst the circulation of manuscripts around small coterie circles was a cultured activity, choosing to disseminate to a wider audience for fame and prestige devalued the whole basis of writing. Despite claims that it became ‘unfashionable’ by the mid-seventeenth century, few demonstrate this ‘stigma’  more than Andrew Marvell in the early-modern period. In this digital age, it continues to live on.
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Pendulum

Today presents a fresh start and a new beginning; the Pendulum swings once again. To explain the context of this space, I begin by quoting from my old journal on the subject of writing.

My words will never be good enough. They do not deal with the situation. They do not settle the fractured complexities that harbour themselves. They don’t suffer the test of time. They struggle to sit right for me. This is a preoccupation that has refused to go away. I feel a great weight of expectation upon my writing. I follow friends’ journals that have power, and professional journals that inspire me, and I feel frustratingly left behind…

Tara Brabazon has said recently that ‘All of us, including postgraduates, learn to write by writing’ (Times Higher Education)… The positive academic start to university seemed largely indebted to the methods of expression and the wealth of creativity that had surfaced through writing online. Spontaneity then took over. Academic work seemed to suffer from the same kind of arbitrary spontaneity and carelessness. As third year approached… the journal started to bear the dense responsibility for carving a life after graduation, and the new preoccupations that would govern the indefinite next stage of life. Academic work became the top priority over journaling, and I have never looked back from that. But it has clearly showed me that writing is a behaviour. You may learn to write by writing, but one learns behaviourally whatever is practiced most often.

There are strange conundrums at play. A sister journal was created to split two streams of consciousness. It is an experiment that has worked to some degree, but a chiastic amalgamation has uncomfortably manifested itself: a personal touch has entered my academic discourse, while an academic touch remains within my personal discourse. Rustic academic methods have instilled themselves so deep within that it seems that they are all I know. Sometimes it pays to remind myself… academia is not a profession that one can dissociate themselves from, but a way of life. I may wish for freedom and spontaneity to some degree, but it would scare me to compromise the stringent discipline that governs my writing now. I can spend several days writing, editing, and re-editing a single page; there is a single-minded drive for perfection … While these standards govern me, I think aggressively about method when the very idea of writing emerges. I want clarity, and relevance. I am capable: the introductions written for the Features section of Noted (Spring 2008 and Autumn 2008 issues) link all sorts together, but it takes scrupulous effort, and the end product is consciously a very different kind of achievement to the journal entries of old. More like ticking mental boxes rather than tipping mental poxes.

I’m also both confused and intrigued by the psychology of space, a further conundrum. The journal box has grown into a space to be scared of, a den of iniquity. What is the white space of comfort? … Investigations about the increasing difficulties in writing have yielded a number of answers. The polity of audience has been one; attempted respect to friendship; changing priorities; and now the semantics of the aesthetic and the psychology of space.

I have long endured a rich but troubled relationship with writing. In training for a profession where publishing unique and high quality research is the endgame, I have become increasingly cautious about writing. Two existing journals will merge here. One, a personal journal, approaches six years of age. The second started three years ago to siphon the academic thread of my thoughts away to a smaller contingent.

It was impossible to predict, but academia did prevail, and brought with it the start, and all too swift end, of a new life abroad. Academia pervades character, emotions and thought. It influences how you think about aspects of everyday life. Keeping separate journals for separate purposes is no longer a easy prospect. Additionally, each space forges an identity. A journal of nearly six years often proves less familiar and more distant. In the trivial ephemera of the digital age, it is a treasured antique, and needs more care and attention with age. Yet, more care and attention to the content is only further mental red tape, and so a difficult cycle continues.

A, or B, or C please.

Something has been missing for some time: a space for diversifying and attempting something new. To provide some sense of context, a number of old entries have been imported. It may take time to adjust here, as I come to terms with a third, all-encompassing portal, but if it provides the key to liberty it will all be worthwhile. Most importantly, if one does learn behaviourally that which is practiced most often, it cannot be left to caution and silence. Time to write again.

Diurnal

[Amended from Original]

The thought of embarking on a project where, in an academic capacity, I become a kind of professional writer, gives me a new confidence in writing.

Hope appears in remembrance of starting a journal in 2003. During A-Levels, English had became my weakest subject. Add to that a gap-year away from education, and I felt vulnerable approaching life in Bristol. Looking back, the respect for a rare place at such a prestigious institution and a genuine fear of failure helped me towards such a strong start. I never underestimate the influence of Dr. Stephen Cheeke as my first (and last) tutor at Bristol. His words in my first year and third year brought much better performance. The year he disappears on study-leave, I struggle. However, I also owe plenty to journalling for a positive academic start to university life.

The purpose of my journalling has changed considerably. Often, aspects of my chosen period of study – Literature of the 17th Century and English Revolution – overlap with this ‘purpose’ . Every individual feels their own consciousness, their own audience and comfort barrier, their own notions of censorship, and particularly the politics of language. I develop ideas about early-modern traditions of writing and print culture through my own practice of writing – this mere cyber-spacial meiosis. How does one determine between circulating thoughts privately and publicly? Which occasions prompt a particular emphasis to write, not to write, or to write and then conceal? Modern writing culture is one which makes or breaks: ‘Majoritarian’, as Mark Kishlansky would put it.

Now I’m a Scottish student. Memories draw back to a grand room far too small for all new postgraduate school students and staff. It took the head of graduate school’s assistance to find new supervisor James Loxley. The contact that had inspired the application was very welcoming, and I was in little doubt that the right choice had been made. There was something inherently special in identifying this opportunity with a scholar I had come to appreciate so much. Dr. Loxley’s reputation for amiability precedes him; he attracted quite a crowd. Amusingly, one of his previous students shared an anecdote about dressing up in period costume at a museum; there was the chance to spill a relatively rare story. The humour was shared by mentioning the whole Knightmare interest. Another tutee alongside me was familiar, and enthusiastic about being reminded of the greatness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I left excited, inspired and fixed up for the following week, four 270 mile trips in consecutive days. The hours of travelling did become the marauder of memory for the week. Ironically, the majority of the Research Methods course I was there for that week was already familiar.

The first meeting with Dr. Loxley and a first assessment, an annotated bibliography to be done over a 24 hr period, both took place on a very long Thursday, when I learnt much about the year to come, and how little I know. The constraints of a Masters require something more specific than I anticipated. The most groundbreaking studies are those considering relatively uncovered writers or works. Understanding this meant that plans made over the summer were shadowed. Yet, going through the existing dissertation upon which ideas were based, an achievable project emerged early on: Royalist poet Thomas Jordan.

This started to become an attractive idea. It covers new ground, involves some travel, has some particular points of interest, and there should still be considerable flexibility. Royalist writing culture could feature, as expertly preceded by my supervisor. There is potential for mentioning the causes of the Civil War, Jordan’s links with Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, Ovid and the Classical Tradition, the emergence of women and drama.

How I will find this, knocked out of my comfort zone from the confines of Andrew Marvell and survey writing? It’s daunting that only one study on Thomas Jordan exists (1950s). Most of what I write becomes authentic, authoritative criticism. Am I really good enough for that at this stage? Doubts are coming and going in this early stage, and hopefully with some progression life will fight some stability and security back. I think I would like to use this space as an academic diary, encouraging me to work out ideas and thoughts in the environment where they uncover themselves best, and establishing a regularity to documenting notes. Writing one long dissertation over twelve months just requires steady progress, and I’m sure white space will draw it from within.

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