New workshops: Epistolary Experiments and Pop Matters

Thrilled to announce I’ll be working with Beyond Form Creative Writing again this autumn to offer two new workshops. The first, Epistolary Experiments, begins on 28th September and is a monthly, four-part series designed to explore the arts of letter writing and correspondence across different forms. We’ll be thinking about how the work of address, posting, description and all its intimacy and triangulation can tell a story, evoke fantasy scenarios or perform an expansive, relational lyric. The second, Pop Matters: Our Songs, is a one-off workshop on 23rd November and offers a warm and upbeat ‘studio’ for musing on the relationship between creative practice and pop music. How do we write through and towards pop with all our devotion or ambient dwelling in its neon glow? Both workshops will involve a mix of reading other work, discussion and structured individual writing activities. There will never be any pressure to share work, although you will have access to the workshop threads on Experimental Creatives Collective, a closed forum space where further discussion and sharing can take place if anyone wishes.

For both workshops, there is both a full price and two concession rates.

Epistolary Experiments

4 Sessions Starting Wednesday September 28th

6-8:00pm (GMT) via Zoom

‘I write you a letter to make eyes at a reader I don’t know from Adam’ (Kay Gabriel). From Samuel Richardson’s Pamela (1740) to Sean Bonney’s incendiary Letters Against the Firmament (2015), letter-writing or ‘the epistolary’ has inflected all kinds of writing, including novels, poetry and manifestos. Taking cue from Kay Gabriel’s ‘The Purloined Lyric’, we’ll explore the possibilities of letters, address and communication in all kinds of writing, practice and performance. While the literary letter has an established tradition, we’ll look at contemporary artists/authors who shake up the form of correspondence and in turn reframe desire, play, identity, sex, intimacy, domesticity and the political. 

In this four-part, monthly series, we’ll look at several key areas: the love letter, the political letter, the fantasy letter and the postcard. A letter can triangulate writer, addressee and reader in endlessly generative ways, not to mention the origami of folds between art, life and writing, and this series is designed for creatives of all kinds to think about the epistolary genre in their own practice. Whether you want to incorporate the letter form directly into your work as source material/form, or simply use it as an extra tool in your research, reflection and development process, this series offers a generative starting point. Workshops will combine reading and reflection with individual writing activities, with some opportunities for collaboration including optional pairing of participants as ‘pen-pals’ for the duration of the course.

Open to all skill levels and writers and creatives of all mediums. You can sign up for all or just some of the weeks!

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Session 1 September 28th: The Love Letter 

An iconic motif in the history of film and literature, the love letter conveys acts of noticing, clandestine reflections, confessions, embarrassment and desire. The love letter might be a plot device, a poetic ode, a pop song, a frank or coded material expression. The love letter tells a story, obscures a truth, embodies connection; it might concern romantic, platonic or comradely love. Sometimes a love letter goes beyond the intended beloved and forges all sorts of new energies and worlds. We’ll write into all these intimacies and frictions. 

Key writers include John Keats, Jane Campion, Kay Gabriel, Jo Barchi, Diana Hamilton, Frank Ocean

Session 2 October 26th: The Political Letter

By reading unsent letters, letters to everyone, letters to no one, we’ll consider how the art of writing letters is a radically social form. Playing with the art of address and description, this workshop explores how the letter form can explode and disseminate ideas of presence, identity, desire and political (im)possibility. 

Key writers include Bernadette Mayer, Fred Moten and Sean Bonney

Session 3 November 30th: The Fantasy Letter 

Sometimes we write to someone who might never read our letters. We write to fictional characters, other writers or artists — some of them lost to time. These epistles might take the form of fan letters, speculative letters, epistolary letters or fantasy missives — defying the limits of time, space, the living and dead. In this workshop we’ll engage with such letters to consider voice, the intimate arts of reading, communication between forms, the body and queer temporalities. 

Key writers include Dodie Bellamy, Vahni (Anthony Ezekiel) Capildeo, Jack Spicer 

Session 4 December 14th: The Postcard 

‘A giving which gives only its gift, but in the giving holds itself back and withdraws, such a giving we call sending’ (Derrida, The Post Card). What does it mean to send, or be sent? This final workshop takes the pithy form of the postcard as a figure for the literary possibilities of posting. What temporality does a postcard hold? What happens in the relationship between word and image, expression and constraint, public and private? Could we write postcards to the past or future, to the more-than-human? Can thinking postcard help us rethink other kinds of ‘posting’ and (un)delivery in our daily and writerly lives?

Key writers include: Postcards from the Anthropocene project, Jacques Derrida, Kiraṇ Kumār

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Pop Matters: Our Songs

Wednesday November 23rd

6-8:00pm (GMT) via Zoom

Building on the success of the 2020 Pop Matters series, this workshop offers a warm and upbeat ‘studio’ for musing on the relationship between creative practice and pop music. We’ll focus mostly on pop music and love/devotion, making space for writing which borrows from the form of pop music or writes to specific pop artists. We’ll consider how pop can offer the emotional and structural inspiration for other kinds of creative output, the role of pop in everyday life/life-writing and the mythologies we give to pop icons in writing. Designed for anyone who wants to flirt with a bit of pop in their practice, this workshop will feature music, free association, reading and stimulating activities for writing.

Key writers include: Kevin Killian, Dana Ward, Anne Boyer, Ian Macartney 

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Pop Matters free write: Episode 8

A sample of unedited free writing composed during a two hour Pop Matters workshop themed around Lorde, named ‘Homemade Dynamite, in May 2020.

PHASE ONE

There are types of explosion I could not accord to the usual violet. 

I could not accord to the explosion the usual violet. 

The usual violet, a secret violet. Lots of violets collect

on the edge of a screen share, meadowbank.

Collect document sensitivity, mute self. 

Mute self. I do it myself, say I am faithful as Marianne 

in the story I was the moment before and the tree is a jpeg

and if the tree is only a jpeg. The alchemical forestry of lorde and rain 

and I wish I could get pissed with you forever in the perfect place, in the perfect universe

an alchemy life

aye ayeyayayeyeyeyayaeyaeyyaeya

it’s a type of kissing, it’s… perfect place? yeah I think I was googling to find the lots of violets. say we do this after the party, say we do this regardless, perfect place 

only that I Wanted to see your face

only that I wanted the download to happen and sick of seeing myself in speech

sick of seeing myself in speech

I wanted everyone

the less sensitive arena of eden

first sprawl is lissom and I blow it up

celadon tenderness

turn up crushable, she fancy

                 the body’s soft pulp is 

turn into colour how green your eyes are

kissingly blue as the skies are 

      doubtful hillsides 

I slide into 

not this

     find + replace a call, that’s all

Blown kinds of killable power, I needed something, almost a sort of off-blue to perfect the moment in which I fall for another green-eyed loveliness and supernatural the first song was only as coasting my eyes 

it is a coagulate love

it is clots 

of the party feels over

sharing experience of shingles in bittersweetness

fire’s pale season is a sleeplessness say I did not read the full bio

I swear we had not read 

the stress of white lines in the ice

whoever loves the beach

treat self, treat self

if the beach refuses to light, the soft 

never trust of the sea

is thankful, like if there is ice in the sky this evening

our love is intrinsic 

like dust

teething erasure

I felt like there were emotional haircuts to excerpt our truth from 

soundless mindlessnessssssssssss

if soft 

then lost etherea I see you

wherever I go is another 

greennness 

purest shoreless saints that we are

honey I’m honey I’m 

the best merch

it’s cute that you still haven’t seen what I mean by the fringe of spirals

I want to tressel  the air in a grass

is 

in grass is 

every congratulation in a frame is 

treatable with smote 

smote lotion; if you just cling to the lines

admitting to you, yeah, probably I compose by the music, bon iver or something

veins of my city

some of us teenage witchery the famous one 

moment left I felt like quarantine was 

in a separate heartland in a nettle mantle

a mantle of nettles

getting the train to wherever you want to be, queenless assertion say

anything liable of coins

~

I want to thrash around nude on the tennis with you

court a swan

you’re not the problem, I told you

I want to roll naked in the grass etc

and you’re so like, lilac 

I hadn’t thought about it tilll now 

it’s all I wanna see, see

carnage without care, yea

is it happiness active now ///// illuminate the liable for hours and hours, how beautiful is the fuck 

this originary technicity of sleep

is it alchemical to wear these star-shaped glasses

this close to a sunset 

wild, fluorescent, less of us listicle 

be this dreamlessness

with oil with oil 

neuro as ornament

I’ll be your neuro-ornament

if I’m not the problem, I’m the problem

is there a where or why you’d rather be

what colour are lorde’s eyes? my favourite painting is the one where

general wellbeing is almost 

shrieking 

cut of the shriek

of the shark

is hours I like to say 

tangential and the only ones this planetary is Cassius 

say anything to me like salt on the cosmic, the air of all other 

directors 

working from home the negative is only 

correct playlist

agate, tinsel, less Cassius 

eat city

yes/no/go slower/faster/more/clear all

54321

ghostlessness is the only soft feeling for every cartoon motion 

an orbital affair 

If only the interruption was intense as the smell of the garlic that first spring I was waking up and I felt myself. And it was this season of falling for you stupidly in lust and I think the human body is so easily susceptible to breathing and to the love that is almost cut of spice and if I had that same youth and if I had eaten my way through the wormholes only it would be the glow light peach upon the side of your face, some sort of discovery, someone now and then in the limelight, someone’s exercise, peach to spice to glory, I felt without glory I felt without the cute scenes of my englishness which was hardly even mine, which was hardly the pringle lace the lace of pringle kissing me by the sea, always by the sea and sea and sea I want to gauge the moment’s turf

I think the human body is as the smell of the garlic mind this time in life in and i liked when they were to the love that is almost without glory I felt without the sea and sea I want to cut of spice and if I side of your face, some sort of discovery, someone now and then not being able to know your yes naked into the sea yes we run straight into the sea was in us as it was hardly the pringle lace the lace the glow light peach upon the gauge the momentum if it’s like and all my blistering well and or sober as I felt I If only the interruption was intense my life I wish it was that first spring I was waking it was this season of falling not eating if it’s like when describing how it felt to strip ours not just this or us youth yes the sea-grey blue in I felt nothing but original sensation could be nailed red to the had that same youth and if in the limelight, someone’s exercise, peach to spice to glory, I felt was hardly even mine, which was for you stupidly in lust and so easily susceptible to breathing and the wormholes only it would be as you take off your clothes of pringle kissing me by the up and I felt myself. I felt myself. And I had eaten my way through cute scenes of my englishness which sea, always by the sea and participatory after eight is lush is feeling glean a sort of release it was in me as it feeling and sea-grey blue in the. Blue in the

wormholes I felt so easily

susceptible to englishness

in me the feeling release

sea-grey in a glean of blue

after cute scenes of myself

I felt I had eaten all peaches

to be so blister

philip glass for the charlatans

I felt wireless