Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Dirty Linen

This is my rather cynical response to the media's insatiable appetite for gossip surrounding a 'fall from grace' by a [choose one] celebrity/sports star/business leader/politician ... but also how there is always money to be made when these things happen (on both sides of the white picket fence) BM


Dirty Linen

She stays away on business
but who is it that she meets?
None of us have secrets
from those who strip the sheets.

The baby wails welcome:
it’s not her papa that she greets.
Can secrets last a lifetime
when blood drips on the sheets?

Shareholders are our lifeblood
their fiscal terms we meet.
So we bury nasty secrets
to balance up the sheets.

‘Suck my toes, slave, suck!’
‘Yes, Mistress B,’
he bleats.
Secrets are so tiresome
to those who whip the sheets.

‘No comment. Give us peace!’
a full answer-phone entreats.
‘Your secrets are our duty,’
claim those who print the sheets.

‘Mea culpa. Mea culpa!’
the fallen one repeats.
More secrets in my tell-all book
—about to hit the streets.


© Beverly Martens
(various drafts)

Monday, April 27, 2009

Flying Lessons

In the air
above Lake Ellesmere
dark right-angled shelter belts
frame the parched paddocks
like dropped Allen keys

Rigid forms butting up
against the curving coastline

Solid and liquid separated
by a finger trail
of shaving crème

Dun, indigo, aqua, ash grey…

It that all it takes:
a flying visit -
For me to finally embrace
our national airlines
new corporate colours?

© Beverly Martens
17/2/2009

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Pinus Envy






My friend Phil, a freelance writer working from home, firmly believes that happiness is a full fridge, But this far South, my friends, happiness is definitely….a full woodshed.

On a recent trip up to Christchurch I was struck by (and envious of) the huge mountainous woodpiles visible from State Highway 1. I peered longingly at them as we drove past envious of everything and anything as long as it was big - be it golden logs of pinus radiata neatly stacked against macrocarpa hedges, blue gum piled up against the side of houses or woodsheds, or seemingly neglected randomly placed mounds of who knows what type, cut, dumped and left to season and silver up in all weathers.

Back in my neighbourhood most of my fellow knowing , neighbours ordered (and stacked) their wood months ago but it takes the end of daylight saving for me to come out of denial that winter really is upon us now and so it’s a frantic last minute fight for me to get my hands on a few dry cubic metres.

My first winter here I was taken in by an ad in the local paper that promised ‘clean bone dry firewood’ at a good price. That turned out to be sawn-up stacker pellets. Yes, the wood was dry but burnt too fast and a left a sea of mangled nails in the grate like some sort of arty memorial sculpture from The Blitz that then had to be painstakingly sifted from the ashes...

Somehow, I then stumbled across ‘Chunky’ (aka Paul) a bona fide wood supplier who looked upon the other wood in my garage with a mixture of pity, scorn and pique.

In fact the draft of the subsequent poem I wrote about his (unspoken) reaction begins:

My regular supplier sniffed
when he saw another’s man
wood
in my shed
slammed the ute door
and squealed away..’

When I contacted him again this year Chunky had mellowed somewhat although his side-line wood business has been so successful – distracting him from his day job and more worryingly beginning to attract the attention of the tax man - he’d all but hung up his chainsaw. Sighing to my pleas, he fessed up that still had just one lone 6 cubic metre load of dry pine left over from last year or so if I was interested? Interested? I'd be the envy of the neighbourhood!

It took me two full hours to stack (read fling 'willy nilly') into my dry concrete-floored garage, but I was warm and satisfied when I'd finished.

But that’s just stage one of the squirrelling process, next comes kindling.

In her book ‘The Writing Life’ Annie Dillard went to great lengths to finish a book (literally) by holing up in a cabin on an island in the Puget Sound, Washington State right across from the Canadian border. It was January, it was freezing and learning to split wood was not so much a pleasure (and welcome distraction from her writing) as a survival art. In a particularly funny passage she recounts her early attempts: … “ What I did was less like splitting wood than chipping flints,” she writes.” After a few whacks my alder chunk still stood serene and unmoved, its base untouched, its tip a thorn. And then I actually tired to turn the sorry thing over and balance it on its wee head while I tried to chip its feet off before it fell over. God save us.

There were many days the first winter here where I knew exactly how she felt but two years on I have learnt to cheat with woolsack’s full of offcuts from a local joinery factory. These offcuts are small, clean and dry and brilliant for building a fast base on which to throw the logs if I’m home all day or hot and fast just on their own if I just need heat for a couple of hours.

The only downside is the guilt I experience when I pull out small beautiful pieces of dressed native and exotic timbers that we do not sustainability grow here in New Zealand. At that stage I tell myself these tiddlers are of no use to anyone so its kind of okay to throw them into the flames almost in the same way that a sprat on the line gets thrown back into the water. It isn’t of course. Small can also be beautiful.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

What Sustains Me

Since moving to Dunedin three years ago I have been earnestly trying to live a writer’s life, sometimes succeeding, sometimes not.

As Ann Lamott says in her witty, self-deprecating, cynical and God-fearing tome, ‘Bird by Bird, “A writer’s life is really is a work in progress that you don’t really ever get it right, but the sublime moments when you do, sustain you.”

But there are no short-cuts. Trying to write for a set period everyday, as stressed by Natalie Goldberg in ‘Writing Down The Bones’ helps with discipline, just as going on ‘artist’s dates’ as advocated by Julia Cameron in ‘The Artists Way’, helps with inspiration.

But really it’s all about trying to find your own blind way as a disciple in an anarchic discipline. There is no ‘set formula’ when it comes to being a successful writer. The best one can hope for is a sustaining philosophy when it comes to ‘facing the page alone.’

For many great novelists this first means being a great and constant reader: “Writers learn their craft, above all, from the work of other writers… They do not learn it from classrooms, or workshops, or manuals – they learn it from immersing themselves in books,” advises Marie Arana, a former book editor in her introduction to THE WRITING LIFE, a collection from the Washington Post Book World, a sentiment echoed by many of her subjects.

Yet, personally, I have found that being an avid reader is not necessarily a remedial passion when it comes to my own project. For example, I deeply admire the craft of Northern American writers Joe Coomer and Richard Russo who, much like Annie Proulx, evoke landscape as character. That of small town America in Russo’s case (Mohawk, Empire Falls, The Risk Pool) and coastal Maine in Coomer’s (A Pocketful of Names and Beachcombing for a Shipwrecked God).Reading these richly-detailed and compelling novels has not really helped me develop my own ‘voice’ which is a snappier, dialogue-based style. I simply don’t have the patience for building up the narrative layers the way they do, although I have taken some confidence in the fact that Joe Coomer’s novels portray strong female lead characters (yet he’s a man) because manuscript is based on two male protagonists and I often wonder how ‘qualified’ I am to be writing about and through them.

Also, reading the seamless craft of astonishingly good writers can lead us wannabes straight down the path of crippling procrastination.

Perhaps I should heed Wendy Wasserstein’s prosaic advice when it comes to actually getting a manuscript finished: “Go to a far, secluded place; live in pyjamas.” And to be fair, I have moved to Dunedin where I knew almost no one, and where flannel pyjamas in winter are mandatory!

Procrastination is just one fear I have about writing. In fact the list is so long that the best I can hope to do is mitigate such fears down to workable levels. For example, doing a ‘Writing for Publication’ course this year is a significant step in trying to create a sustainable writing environment for myself (with tangible outcomes). And my fears around other people opinions of (or reactions to) my work – have been largely overcome when an extremely personal poem of mine was published in an anthology last year.

Sometimes my fears are just incredibly basic but external: like fears around being too cold or too broke. Because, let’s face it as zeitgeist novelist Erica Jong whose zippy (some would say ‘zipless’) style is more akin to my own quite rightly says, “There are plenty of easier ways to make money. Almost anything is less labour-intensive and better paid than writing, almost anything is safer. Reveal yourself on the page repeatedly, and you are likely to be rewarded with exile, prison or neglect. Ask Dante, or Oscar Wilde, or Emily Dickinson.”

Crikey! And yet it is precisely this melancholy (or masochism!) that drives me on in search of the ‘truth’ in my own writing. Despite frequently suffering at the hands of journalists who interchange the less likable traits of his characters with himself, novelist Michael Chabon (The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, Wonder Boys) still urges all writers to strive for complete honesty in their work, regardless of consequences. “Telling the truth, when the truth matters most, is almost always a frightening prospect,” he says. “But if one doesn’t take this risk. If the writer submits his work to an internal censor long before anyone else can get their hands on it. The result is pallid, inanimate, a lump of earth.”

Writing is an emotional business and the gaping chasm between my story’s vividness in one’s mind (imagination) and ‘in-animation’ on the page is wider on some days than others. Which is why remembering the many challenges faced by well-known novelists helps me persevere.

Their wisdom and experience also help me ‘dial down’ the inner voices of family members and my own, closely-linked, inner critic both of whom, often ask me, whiningly, and repeatedly, as I struggle at the keyboard: ‘Just Who Do You Think You Are?’

Yet, ironically, the consummate appeal of writing for me, its tidal pull if you will, is by-and-large my way of trying to answer that very question: One never really fully knows who one is, but being immersed in the business of writing, serves me well as possibly the only way of finding out!

Even if, as E.L. Doctorow, the author of such classics as ‘Ragtime’, and ‘Billy Bathgate’ warns, “The work itself is hard and slow…you live enslaved in the book’s language, its diction, its universe of imagery, and there is no way out—except through the last sentence.”

© Beverly Martens
March 2009

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Delivery

Delivery

Our smooth-calved mailman
drives up our hill at ten.

His mail is now pre-sorted
by machine
so he gets to sleep-in
but also wait a round.

He doesn’t get to me
‘til after three
as I’m helping
my neighbour Caroline
wrestle
the buggy-cum-bassinette
out of her car.

‘A few more cards today’ he says
stroking her newborn’s head
and then turns:
Nothing for you.’

© Beverly Martens
Published in Swings+Roundabouts
Poems on Parenthood
Random House, May 2008

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

White Tops

White Tops

From the 6th floor
I watch a windsurfer
slice across the bight

Tall, upright
and on speaking terms
with the wind

Free-loading for real
on a Friday afternoon
while all around me

air-conned co-workers
lean back too
on the bosses’ time


© Beverly Martens
Published in Otago Daily Times

11/12/07



Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Writing Philosophy

"The art of writing is simply listening (carefully) and specifically naming what we hear."

Monday, March 9, 2009

Curriculum Vitae

Curriculum Vitae

COMMUNICATIONS CONSULTANT
(full-time in Wellington from 1997 and now on an ad hoc basis since moving to Dunedin to purse my creative writing career).
PR and marketing communications work for private and public sector clients with a strong emphasis on written communications and media liaison (inc. some tutoring work).
Specific projects include researching, writing and editing monthly newsletters; researching & writing case studies and feature articles; writing & distributing press releases; feature articles and copywriting direct marketing letters and advertising material.


Sept 1995- MARKETING COMMUNICATIONS MANAGER
April 1997 Telecom New Zealand, Wellington

Major Achievements:
  • All communications surrounding the launch of Telecom’s first Consumer Mobile offering 025 TO GO (a finalist in the 1998 NZ Marketing Awards)

    The development/implementation and marketing management of two separate Reward and Recognition programmes for frontline staff.
  • The marketing of the $10 & $20 Million milestones reached in Telecom’s School Connection Programme.
January 1993- FREELANCE PUBLICIST (+ Wellington writer for TV GUIDE)
March 1995 Other clients: The New Zealand Road Transport Forum; The Gibson Group.
Major Achievements:
(for Gibson Group) Research and total preparation of international press kit for the mini-series TYPHON’S PEOPLE & two other new local GG productions: The EDGE and SKITZ
(for NZRTF) Dramatic increase in the Association’s media profile via media liaison, issues-related press releases and feature articles. Also helped develop the ‘Trucking Company of the Year’ awards.

October 1989- HEAD OF PUBLICITY
October 1992 TV3 Network Ltd, Auckland

Major Achievements:

  • Setting up TV3’s publicity department (3 staff and a freelance photographer) along with exceptional working relationships with various staff at TV Guide and The Listener and the TV-page writers at all the major daily newspapers.

    Successful multi-media launches for each ‘New Season’s’ programming schedule.

    Seconded Publicist for TV3’s first local drama series HOMEWARD BOUND
December 1987- PR & PROMOTIONS Manager
September 1989 XPO Exhibitions Ltd, Auckland

Major Achievements:
  • Instigation of highly successful special promotions at consumer-focussed shows such as The Home Show to ensure increased profile (and gate attendance)

    Higher profile of bi-annual trade exhibitions e.g “Buildex” through coordinated publicity campaigns.

    Sole PR responsibility for the successful launch of a new show, Transport ’89, at Mystery Creek
May-Nov 1987 GRAPHIC DESIGN STUDENT (intro 20-week course)
Auckland Technical Institute


March 1984- SOLE PROPRIETOR, The Daily Planet
March 1987 a retro clothing shop in Christchurch

Major Achievements:
  • Sourcing/repairing/presenting/selling stock(Good Quality 1950s & ‘60s clothing)

    Store refurbishment (and increased turnover)

    Window-Dressing Competition Winner (sponsored by The CHRISTCHURCH PRESS
1982-83 ADVERTISING COPYWRITER
Radio Avon, Christchurch


April 1981 Travelling/OE in England and Europe


Aug 1980 Receptionist, then Copywriter,
Otago Radio Central, Alexandra


PROFESSIONAL DEVELOPMENT
1987 Completed Graphic Design Certificate
(20-week Intensive Course) at Auckland Technical Institute

1996 Merit Pass in DMA Certificate in Direct Marketing
Open Polytechnic of New Zealand

1997 Assistant Tutor, Certificate in Direct Marketing. Open Polytechnic,Wgtn
1998 Full Accreditation by the Public Relations Institute of New Zealand
(Note: You must be an industry practitioner for five years before you are even considered for this. Accreditation entails assignments, case studies and passing both a three-hour written examination, and a one-hour oral panel exam).

1999 - 2000 Toastmasters International Communication & Leadership Programme.

2006 Completed the Advanced Certificate in Creative Writing
Tutored by Diane Brown and run at Aoraki Polytechnic’s Dunedin campus
2009 Completed Writing for Publication Course (same campus, same tutor)