Friday, November 23, 2012
Gracia, Louise and I have been working on a bookend zine for It’s the Dusty Hour, called The Glimmer of Armour. The title of this light-themed zine comes from one of the lines of the poem I wrote for the zine called ‘Daytime Party’. When I was writing it, I was thinking about my previous poem, written for the Dusty Hour zine, which was all about the close of day, and feeling protected by being alone. ‘Daytime Party’ acts as an opposite counterpart: being exposed in the day, surrounded by people. I also wanted to write something that wasn’t too cliché about light – something more personal and unexpected. The zine will be ready for sale in my shop soon, so this is a little peek (thanks to Gracia and Louise for sending me these images of their collages from the zine). Gracia also wrote this post about it.
The timing of working on this zine this week has not gone unnoticed by me. Collaborating on a zine called ‘The Glimmer of Armour’ on a week when I’ve felt, and many of my family and friends have felt, worried and hopeless, has been strange. Yet, it was a welcome distraction. I’ve said this many times, and I know it’s a comment that probably results in people rolling their eyes at me, but I think words and narrative are one of our ‘defences’ in life. After all, one of the functions of sitting down to write or sitting down to read is to create a dialogue. It’s one of the things I cling to when things feel a bit hopeless.
I also found out that a personal essay I wrote about Israel was accepted for publication this week in the literary journal, Meanjin. On any other week, I would have been just happy to have my work accepted in a journal I love. On this week however, it means so much more. All the things I can’t say now are expressed in this essay I wrote a few months ago. Strange thing this is, timing.
I should also mention that I wrote this article on nostalgia, period dramas and blogs a few weeks ago, and it was published this week: The Ethics of Nostalgia. I would honestly love some feedback on it.
I’m hoping for a peaceful weekend, for everyone.