Writing a memoir in fragments – Workshop on the Central Coast NSW

I’m presenting an afternoon workshop at Wyoming on the Central Coast (75 min from Sydney) on writing memoir in fragments on 27th Sept 2015, if you’d like to come along or know anyone who might be interested.

It’s hosted by the local poetry group (Central Coast Poets Inc), but is for anyone who’s ever thought they might like to write about some significant or interesting event in their life, and would like to explore the possibilities in writing in fragments.

“A person’s life does not unwind like a ball of string.”
– Maria Corti

van collage slice

Title: Writing a memoir in fragments
— using poetry as a way to explore and share your story

Presenter: Beth Spencer

Place: Wyoming community centre on the NSW Central Coast
147 Maidens Brush Rd, Wyoming NSW 2250
(75 mins from Sydney)

Date: Sunday 27th September 2015, 12.30 for 1pm start.

Duration: 3 hours, with a short tea break
(plese arrive at 12.30pm to connect and get settled
and we’ll begin at 1pm and go through till 4pm)

Hosted by: Central Coast Poetry Inc.

About the workshop:

Most memoirs are written in prose and usually with a fairly linear narrative. This happened, and then this, and that followed and then…

But as Maria Corti once wrote, “A person’s life does not unwind like a ball of string.’

Our memories often come to us thematically; or spin off in different directions, more like a rhizome (like a dahlia bulb) than a chain.

So what would it be like to use poetry to mimic this fragmented nature of our stories, and yet still build in a narrative momentum that pulls you forward through the telling?

In this workshop we will be discussing both the possibilities and the benefits of constructing a memoir — a story or event from your own life — in fragments.

For instance, you don’t have to begin at the beginning (you can add that in later). And you can by go into very personal territory without having to reveal everything (by using metaphors, images, allusions, and so on).

We’ll be doing a range of short writing exercises to get the creativity flowing, so bring pen and paper.

We’ll also be looking at tools for dealing with self-judgement, procrastination and self-doubt; at ways to go deeper into your story without fear; and at tips for seeking and receiving feedback with more ease and effectiveness.

*What to bring:

— pen and paper

— An idea of a period in your life, or an event, that you’d like to explore through writing poems

*What’s included:

–everyone who registers will be sent a free PDF copy of Beth’s most recent book, Vagabondage, a verse memoir about the year she lived in a campervan>

–You’ll also receive a PDF of a prose memoir essay that uses photographs as a trigger and is written in a fragmented montage style called ‘The True Story of an Escape Artist’ (originally published in Family Pictures, edited by Beth Yahp).

nb these PDF copies can be read on a computer, ipad, or any e-reader or electronic device. Or can be printed out.

–afternoon tea is also provided

*Workshop cost:
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$70 full price or $55 for those on a low income or unwaged.
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If this is a hardship for you, Beth will be offering two scholarships. Contact her through her website – www.bethspencer.com/blog/contact – with a bit of information about why you’d like to do this workshop and why the price is difficult for you, and she will draw out one person for a free scholarship and one at the super-discount price of $20. (Deadline for this is Sunday 21st September at midnight).

How to register:

Send me a message by my contact form,  or phone me on 0419 580 382.

A little about me:
My third and most recent book is Vagabondage (UWAP), a verse memoir about the year I lived in a campervan. I also writes fiction, essays and newspaper columns, and my work produced over the years for ABC Radio is collected on the CD Body of Words. Awards for my writing include the Age Short Story Award, runner up for the Steele Rudd Award, I was the Inaugural Dinny O’Hearn Fellow, and have had several fellowships from the Literature Board of the Australia Council.

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Some reviewer comments on Vagabondage (and about writing memoir in fragments):

‘A memoir told in glimpses and moments… It seems a miracle, a revelation, that out of moments of disparate experience, emerges a whole tale.’ — Craig Hughes

‘Styled as a “verse memoir,” this slim volume displays Spencer’s talent for catching moments in time and transforming them. A passing feeling, a wash of joy or pain, “in service to freedom”, Spencer’s poems reveal the secret at the heart of us: despite money, marriages, houses, the accumulation of “stuff,” all of us pass out of this life unadorned. Verdict: Dreamy.’ — Susan Johnson

Vagabondage, is … a kind of “road movie”… The book has plenty of humour,… deals movingly with some important human issues… [and] generates considerable forward momentum. “Warm, witty and profound,” as Claudia Taranto has noted on the front cover.’– Geoff Page, The Sydney Morning Herald

Vagabondage is much more than a travellers tale. Though it does indeed chart one year in Spencer’s life when she was a gypsy, travelling the country in her camper van alone, each poem builds up to a memoir of deep self-reflection on what it means to be alive on this earth. The book is a joy to read, mingling lighthearted observation with deep, warm and above all intimate introspection that the reader is invited to join, so that the journey becomes a shared one between the poet and the reader’ — Magdalena Ball

More review comments here.

For more info about Central Coast Poets Inc,
contact Verna Rieschild on 0406 932 711.

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Six years since I left my home and garden in Creswick to live in a campervan…

In 1999 I created a new file which I called ‘Project Home Base’.

I was tired of renting. And while I loved share-housing, I was by then forty, had an array of chemical and food sensitivities, and it was becoming harder and harder to find interesting people of a similar age who actually wanted to live in a share a house. And every time I fixed things up or dug a veggie patch, the house was sold or we had to move on. I was tired of the drama.

creswick 2009 chair verandahSo I created the file, and even though it seemed impossible, decided that somehow, somewhere, I was going to find myself a home that I could call my own, put down some roots, and nest.

And miraculously, at the end of that year I signed a contracts with a bank and with the previous owner of an old run-down weatherboard in a little town called Creswick, about 90 mins drive from Melbourne, just north of Ballarat, and was given the keys to my first ‘own home’.

This week marks six years since I turned the key on the lock of the door of that house for the last time, having handed it over to a new owner, and bought myself a camper van.

The story of this became my verse-memoir Vagabondage: about a year in which I lived in a toyota hiace camper van, parking in people’s driveways, out the front of their houses or in truck stops, on a search for a home within myself.

Haines st 2006 springI loved my house and garden in Creswick, into which I poured ten years of work and creativity. And yes, I did a Ph.D while there, and wrote articles and pieces for radio, and produced a CD/Cd-rom set and a few other things… But when I think back to that ten years, it’s my relationship with that house and garden (rundown and overgrown when I first met it) — and all that I experienced within its walls and fences — that marks that time for me.

As my garden grew, so did I.

So in memory of that time, here’s one of the poems from Vagbondage. And if you’d like more photos of the house and garden at Creswick, here’s the blog I created back when I came to sell it.

Leaving this house

Leaving
is like breaking something

not a single crash smash on the floor
but a long drawn out rugged
exhausting
tearing asunder

God is in the details
as I pick them apart

The fine bones
The hush

I remember that first time
    unbidden
I heard it,
as I was outside walking
with my cup of tea
   singing
‘I love my house and garden’
(a frequent refrain)
and there it was

   and it loves you

And I felt the pulse of it all,
strong and steady.

 

happy wanderer-Creswick

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Louisa May Alcott, Transcendental Wild Oats & Little Women at the Memoir Club Classics night

Louisa May Alcott, author of Little Women

Louisa May Alcott, author of Little Women

I am delighted to have been asked to choose a ‘classic memoir’ text to discuss at the Sydney Memoir Club in Randwick on Tuesday the 28th July – to which you are all invited.

I’ve chosen Louisa May Alcott’s 1873 humorous essay ‘Transcendental Wild Oats’ and would like to talk about this in the context of the immensely popular Little Women series for which she is best known.

When I was a child Little Women and Good Wives (together in one big red volume) was one of the few books we had, and the character Jo March was enormously influential for me as for many others.

‘Transcendental Wild Oats’ — regarding the year when she was ten and her family joined an extremely idealistic utopian community — gives, however, a very different picture from the ‘shabby gentility’ of the Marches.

Amos Bronson Alcott

Amos Bronson Alcott

Louisa’s father, Amos Bronson Alcott, was a well known Transcendentalist philosopher, and the family were friends with Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry Thoreau and other New England intellectuals. However Bronson Alcott chose to concentrate on his philosophy to such an extent that the task of breadwinner often fell to Louisa’s mother, Abby, and later to Louisa herself, at a time when it was extremely difficult for a ‘genteel’ woman, especially a married one, to find paid work.

For one season, for instance, they lived on a diet of bread, apples and water. And as you’ll read in ‘Transcendental Wild Oats’ the Alcotts (which Louisa sometimes referred to as ‘The Pathetic Family’) were way more eccentric than the Marches and went through some extreme challenges that are glossed over in the fiction.

Abigail (Abba) Alcott

Abigail (Abba) Alcott

Which of course would be fine — there is a big difference between fiction and memoir, after all — except that for many of her biographers Little Women is ‘Louisa’s own story just as it happened’, ‘truer than true’, told ‘without artifice,’ ‘written from the heart exactly as it occurred’.

Indeed Louisa encouraged this blurring of the boundaries and in later life actively participated in the creation of this mythology.

For in Little Women she created a version of her upbringing that rescued her family and made them respectable (neatly dispatching Mr March off to war, for instance, so Marmee Little Women n Good Wivescould legitimately run the show). The popularity of the books also provided her, in a time when spinsters were generally looked down upon and silenced, with a safe and authoritative persona as ‘Aunt Jo’ (married and a mother by the third book) while allowing Louisa herself to nevertheless remain unmarried and ‘paddle her own canoe’.

The Little Women series also provided the framework for her more controversial and troubling works — such as her ‘lost’ novel Moods (written when she was in her late 20s and roundly criticised by reviewers for its questioning attitude to marriage) and her blood & thunder stories written under a pseudonym — to be attributed to the young inexperienced ‘Jo’ and ignored by most of the biographers as juvenilia.

transcendental-wild-oats‘Transcendental Wild Oats’ is a curious piece of writing, because it sits in a way in a crack between the disavowed works (which often question marriage as providing emotional safety for women) and the canonised ones (with the famous dictum, ’to be loved and chosen by a good man is the best and sweetest thing which can happen to a women’).

Her voice is ‘humorous’, but underneath is a biting criticism of a world ruled by men, even when those men are some of the most ‘enlightened’ of their time.

‘Transcendental Wild Oats’ is available for download at http://public.wsu.edu/~campbelld/engl368/transoats.pdf

Little Women & Good Wives, Little Men, and Jo’s Boys are all available for free at Project Gutenberg where you can download them as pdf, mobi (for kindle) or ePub versions. http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/author/102

The Sydney Memoir Club for Writers and Readers meets on the last Tuesday of every month in the Norm Hoffman Memorial Hall of The Randwick Literary Institute at 60 Clovelly Road, Randwick, NSW, from 6-9pm.

Donation: $15 at the door for hall hire, refreshments and speakers.

Food: $15 for a plate of delicious vegetarian finger food (different each meeting). Ring or text to book a plate: 0450 907 422.

Thank you to Beth Yahp, Barbara Brooks and Alison Lyssa for organising this. More info here at Beth Yahp’s blog.

This talk will be partly based on my research and ideas from my thesis ‘Louisa May Alcott: the Lost Work, the Later Work, and the Life’ (Sydney University, 1982). I read nine biographies for that thesis (and most of her books and much else). However there has been a whole new batch of biographies since then… Will have to do some quick catch up reading! Louisa May Alcott is a fascinating subject.

Hope to see you there.

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