Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Leaving Home

So long, farewell,

Auf Wiedersehen, goodnight...

I've decided to leave Blogger behind and move over to WordPress where I can make my world look prettier. Thank you for reading and putting up with my terrible poetry, and I hope you continue to follow me over to WordPress where I will be rambling about literature events, writery things  I love, and the pain of trying to study for my MA in Creative Writing.

So, here's one final farewell, and a link to my new site: www.niciwest.wordpress.com

Come and say hello and tell me what you think.

Tuesday, 8 November 2011

Retale


Six writers. Six stories. One shop.

Re:Tale is a innovative and exciting literature event taking place in the labyrinthine setting of Jigsaw, in Manchester. Six up and coming writers will tantalise your literary taste buds by telling six stories based around the strange and wonderful world of customer service.

Daniel Carpenter, Joe Daly, David Hartley, Nick Garrard, Nici West and Fat Roland are Manchester based writers, some of whom have come from literature collectives Bad Language and Flash Tag. Bad Language run regular live literature events and publishes a quarterly anthology of live writing. Flash Tag run flash fiction writing competitions and the occasional night featuring literary smut.

This is a first time collaboration between these six writers and a first literature evening for the clothes store in the Triangle shopping centre. They hope to mix to the retail space and fictional prose writing to bring you a night of humour, unease and surreal fun.

Thursday 17 November 7.30pm
Re:Tale
Tickets £4/£2 advanced tickets from: http://retale.eventbrite.co.uk/

Monday, 22 August 2011

Bad Shoes Festival



You might be surprised, or disappointed, to learn that Bad Shoes Festival is not about your embarrassing footwear.

Instead, it is collaboration between Bad Language Manchester and Shoe String Magazine, two budding young writery projects from Manchester. Their aim is to create an exciting, interactive arts festival that will bring all ages and lovers or all art forms together for one Sunday afternoon.

The event will take place on Sunday 25th September from 12.30pm, in two venues across Chorlton, Manchester; Electrik and Dulicmer. The Dulcimer will be home to music and art exhibitions and just down the road, Electrik will host a spoken word stage, craft stalls and book stalls for you to spend your guilty Sunday pennies.

There will be secret interactive art projects, and writing competitions to get involved with throughout the day, and yes, there will indeed be bad shoes to be won.

If you wish to get involved or want to ask more questions, visit www.badshoesfestival.wordpress.com or e-mail badshoesfestival@gmail.com.

Applications from artists, musicians, zines and crafts people welcome.

The festival is free but does encourage donations.


Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Flash Language Literature Pub Quiz

Flash Mob and Bad Language have teamed up to take part in the Not Part Of festival and created a night of bookish questions to twist your nerdy brains! There will be questions, prizes and a few little surprises!

The quiz is £1 per person to enter and maximum team size is 6 people. You can register your interest at skiddle,facebook or just turn up on the night!




The Not Part Of festival was born in 2007 when Gareth McCann realised that what made Manchester International Festival unique, was that it was comprised of commissioned, curated work. Not Part Of is a festival for all creatives to take part in without the barriers. 


You can view the full programme for not part of here.

Tuesday, 14 June 2011

Flash Mob Writing Competition E- Book

OK so here it is - the e-book produced by Seabrook Associates with the full 12 shortlisted fictions from the Flash Mob Writing Competition. Go on and have a looksee...

Myebook - CT Flashmob Shortlist - click here to open my ebook

Monday, 30 May 2011

The Literary Salon

I recently performed at the  live literary salon at Dulcimer in Chorlton as part of the Chorlton Arts Festival. The event was run by Flash Mob and involved readings from the judges, the shorlisted and special guest Nik Perring.

It was broadcast live on Chorlton FM so needless to say there were a lot of nerves in the air but I think that added to the quality of the night. The night followed a strict schedule which meant that sometimes the judges had to improvise to avoid dead air! Luckily they had corpses to read which the audience had put together in the breaks - A story built from writing a list of character, place, dialogue word by word as it is passed between people.


My favourite piece of the night, and ironically the winner was Socrates Adams with his flash fiction Water Pressure. The winner and two runners up had their poems illustrated by local artists and were presented with a framed version at the end of the night. 


I read my shortlisted flash fiction The Cracks which entails ominious cracks which appear over night in the earth and grow larger until they swallow half a city. This piece along with the other 11 shortlisted will soon be published in an e-book courtesy of Seabrook Associates which will appear on the Flash Mob website soon.


Saturday, 21 May 2011

Electric Sky

So.... Exciting things that have been happening since I last blogged.....

Bad Language have the third anthology designed and complete and in the post! The title is Electric Sky after Fergus Evans poem The Hurricane. You can view a sneak peak of the front cover here, designed by local artist Laura Richardson. The book launch will take place on Wednesday 25th May at the usual venue of The Castle Hotel. You can invite yourself along here

Flash Mob Writing Competition have announced their short list and I'm one of the 12! The other's shortlisted are here.

The winner and 2 runners up will be annouced at the Flash Mob Literary Salon next week on Thursday 26th May as part of Chorlton Arts Festival. The event will be broadcast live on Chorlton FM! Come and invite yourself along.

And one last exciting thing just to give you a good Saturday.... Tonight is the final night for Station Stories. Station Stories is a live literature performance taking place at Manchester Piccadilly station using digital technology and improvised electronic sound. Six writers read specifically comissioned stories to a private audience through headphones.  I'm going to the 7pm viewing which I think is the very last show so watch this space for an update.

Happy weekend everyone!

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

On to new things...

So National Poetry Writing month has finished for the year now, boo! But onto new things.

Bad Language will now be taking part in somethingeveryday which is a website that Max Wallis originally set up to challenge himself to write something new everyday. For 2011 he has decided to 'lease' the site to various writers, poets, small presses for them to write something new everyday.

You can follow our progress via the website and feel free to comment on it and let us know what you think!

Also just to finish, here is a video of other editor of Bad Language, Daniel Carpenter, from his performance at This is May Day last night.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Napo wrimo final day!

The End

That feeling you get in the pit of your stomach,
That taste in the back of your throat.
The sting in your eye,
The thickness in your nose
You know its about to end.

That sickness dancing deep inside,
The tingles in your throat.
The inward breath
The heavy sigh
You know its about to end.

The stiffness of your tongue,
The static in your mind.
The lasting image
The last unfinished word
You know its about to end.

Saturday, 30 April 2011

Napo wrimo day 29

You sat,
In the corners of my mind.

Waiting,
Until time had moved.

Watching,
For when I least expected.

And then,
You came when I didn't want.

Thursday, 28 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 28


Near the end now, only a few days left. Here's today's poem which is taken from a short story I'm actually trying to write at the same time. 

The Cracks

Today I saw the cracks appear
The small wrinkles of the earth
They started small like maggots
Then grew longer into worms

Today I saw the cracks appear
Like lace around my feet
They sliced into the earth’s skin
Then split open like a pear

Today I saw the cracks appear
As though traced with marker pen
I stepped over them one by one
Then erased them with my feet

Wednesday, 27 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 27


Boxes half full you carried half my things down the stairs
Whilst I stayed in the sweaty heat and tried to finish packing
Flattened cardboard around me with no celetape left
And with each lift of the box we spoke of times
That could be and forgot of the reasons why I was leaving

And loading up the van I stood in circles of
Items that didn’t look like mine anymore
Shirts sticking to our back and the taste of salt in my mouth
We ran out of words to say but only because there was too much

The engine purred on the large van as we pulled
Away without a thought of what we were leaving behind
Accept the keys that we needed to find a home for
And the new place that we didn’t quite have

The road was long and icy but luckily
No traffic blocked our roots
And as the radio hummed it’s low song
I thought of you and only you,
Nothing about the things left behind of the things I was driving to.

NaPo WriMo: Day 26

This one is about a time when I got stuck in the middle of an extreme storm in New Zealand. We foolishly parked beneath a tree below a mountain and the thunder rocketed off the edge of the mountain and felt like it was consuming our van.



The Storm

1.

Bruised sky above
Our little yellow van
Your breath soothes me to sleep

2.

The sky’s angry roar
As it echo’s around the mountain
Heart hard in my chest

3.

Motion Picture
Lighting up my view
Flashing on then off

NaPo WriMo: Day 25


That Day

Two eyes, Closed, On white face,
Not just white but pale
Rich pale
As though all soul that could bring colour has left

Two lips, Parted, As if in thirst
Or midway between saying the last word

One body, Alone, In a single bed
Soiled sheets and clothes
No last wishes or commands

Us, left beside, to misguide the truth
From his unknowing wife

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 24

To be Loved

NaPo WriMo: Day 23

Here's one for Day 23 which I wrote based on a little easter holiday trip to Shrewsbury. It's a first draft but isn't that the whole point of NaPo WriMo?


Summer Rain 

And when the rain came we were left with
Half finished words and undiscussed ideas
And we continued on our small talk
Until the rain became too much.

Then moving our things inside
We found we had no more words
Yet too many things left unsaid
And no way to say them


But into that evening
All I could think of was how
To express the things I never said
Only, you followed.

You always follow.


NaPo WriMo: Day 22

Today I decided to try the three worded poem. I would give it a title but I think it would be just as long as the poem.



Tonight
          Only you.

Thursday, 21 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 21

Nice summery one today. Sorry. It had to be done. I just couldn't resist writing about the sunshine - it's wrapped around me everywhere I go at the moment!

Forgetting You

We sat for hours at the end of the park
Watching BBQ’s cook and avoiding the smoke
Making words in the middle of our picnic blanket
And pouring sparkling wine from fake posh bottles

We sat for hours in the burning heat
You no sunscreen to wear, arms turning purple
Opening large bottles of cider
And watching kids attack trees around us

We sat for hours in our scrabble game
Comparing the themes of words in each round
Noticing when we were feeling negative,
Or tired, or rude

We sat for hours and I forgot
About everything else I needed to do
Like going to an art class
Or tidying my house
Or meeting you

And we sat for hours in the sun
Talking about nothing and everything
Eating ice lollies as they melted down our arms
And forgetting about anything else.

Forgetting about you.


Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Napo wrimo day 20

Another Sunday

What of? ...
No house
No job
No bed?
What of?
No place to lay my head?
What of?...
No friends
No money
No hopes
What of?
Not facing things when I cannot cope?
At least I have you.
Right?
At least I have you.

Tuesday, 19 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 19

Bit of a depressing one today. Happy day 19 :)

Yesterday

Yesterday,
You said,
That this was something that you needed.

Today,
You say,
That this is something that you never even wanted.

Napo wrimo day 18

Hot sticky sweat purching on my face
As I hear the words you say down the phone
Your afraid about ...
Your angry about...
You think its my fault that ...
The black hole next to my eardrum makes these noises
Yet all I can think of is sweat
And the stinging heat in the room
And the sunshine outside

Sunday, 17 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 17


I used to think that
Time was never ending
And that even as my body aged
My heart never would.  Then
As time passed and I grew tired
Of everything I had seen even
The thought of you could not
Keep me from ageing.

Saturday, 16 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 16

This one is based on travel stories I've been trying to put into some sort of poem or story for years but can never quite seem to take it away from the diary element. This one is called:



Forever Red

So we wondered through red dust me alone
you ahead, I staggered slow enough to
live my own view but just fast enough to
keep up, because no one wanted to
get lost out there.

We climbed over red rock whilst
we were told that no one was
allowed to climb these, that
it was against their religion, that
they mourned differently.

We staggered through clouds of red sand
and I kept some in a bottle, plastic against
grain, in the hope to one day show you
what it was like but through the journey
it turned brown.

And we drove through valleys of red,
camping under stars, me barely speaking
except to one Spanish girl, my hair cut
and weight lost, in a world so alien yet
so loving, thinking of never returning.

Only to live in the red forever.

NaPo WriMo: Day 15

So I've tried to be a bit more experimental with this one. I've tried to create a poem in the form of a list similiar to the one that the character in the poem would be signing. It's based on various experiences at work.

So they came and they took:
Your tumble dryer
Your TV
Your TV stand
Your car
Your Settee
Your washing machine (even though it was on hire purchase)
And your children’s toys, that you thought were classed as essential but apparently not.

So they came and the let the lock smith in and they took your items because:
They were allowed
They’d been told
Because you’d signed

What else were you supposed to do. 



I'm not too sure if lists work in poem but it might be something worth playing around with again. 

Thursday, 14 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 14

A sonnet for day 14. And I promise you, this is probably the worst poem I have ever written. Genuinely. I wanted to try something new, a poetry form I'd never mastered before. I hardly ever use rhyme and now I know why. This poem is called....

Because I can't Rhyme


We sat for hours in blankets of songs
Too scared to move closer; tips of arms touch
Conversation led to where we belong
You talked of comics of what you knew much

We sat for hours on top of your bed
Everyone assumed we did otherwise
I can’t remember specific words said
But we talked until it was past sunrise
Too scared to touch I knelt by your book shelves
And feigned interest in your collectables
Wrapped in knitted blankets we hid ourselves
Until at last our words became muddles

And now all I have is a memory
A remaint of what I want us to be



I've ruined a perfectly good idea I had for a poem boo hoo! But at least I got to try writing a sonnet.

NaPo WriMo: Day 13


For today's poem I've taken inspiration from the NaPo WriMo prompt yet again to write a poem in 5 minutes. I timed myself to make sure I didn't go over and I haven't editing to keep in the true spirit of the five minute poem. The idea was to write about something fast also so I've written about someone I once knew who was super fast at life. It doesn't have a title yet as I couldn't fit that into the five minute challenge!



Your limbs are like extensions
Unconnected,
Barely glued to your body
You bang your head on anything
Luckily it’s glued on tighter
The speed you move
Can’t keep up with the speed of your brain
And when you think
I can’t keep up
A conversation with you is like a race
Where I
Pass certain words
But only catch them as a blur whizzing past me
And I wonder how you rest at night.

The times we travelled I felt exhausted
Too many thoughts to contain in one day
Exhilarating but tiresome
And you never seemed to notice
How even your own body
Was too slow to keep up
And I wonder if one day
You’ll find someone just as fast
Who won’t feel like they’re running a race
When they walk next to you.

NaPo WriMo: Day 12

Taking hints from the NaPo WriMo website I have decided to write this one about something I'm nostaligic about. It's about a photo I have which I've treasured for years of a holiday I took with my dad and mum years ago, I'm purched on my dads knee wearing my favourite dress. Suprisingly, this one's called Nostalgia.


Nostalgia

Amidst concrete archways and man built parks
We wrap our arms together
Me on your legs
You too large to let me balance
And we rest a while whilst we wait for mum to catch up
Her flagging behind with brother
We found our secret spot to wait
I look proud in my favourite dress
Blue with pineapples
Not even my favourite colour but I love it any way
And whilst we wait
We talk of nothing
Or have 6 year old banter
I beg to go on the carousel
And you, role you eyes but please to be with us
If only for once.  

Monday, 11 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 11

If I Was a Bird


If I was a bird
I would hide in your garden
Perch on a branch and
Watch you lay my seeds


If I was a bird
I would nest in your bushes
The twigs be my blankets
And the rain be my roof

If I was a bird
The worms would be my neighbours
The insects my sofas
And your hands my sun

If I was a bird
I would visit your window
Wait till you were asleep
And sing into your dream

If I was a bird
I would wake you in the mornings
Find your wonky tile
And hop above your head

If I was a bird
I would live in your garden
Let you give me name
And put me in your cage

If I was a bird
I would hide in your garden
I’d keep my wings unmoving
And never fly away.  


NaPoWriMo: Day 10

I decided to write a lighthearted poem for the 10th as it was my boyfriends birthday on the 10th April and I didn't want any negativity on that day :) I wanted to write a birthday poem but all of my thoughts began 'happy birthday to you'. Instead, here is a poem about my friends kitten which I looked after last weekend. He has thumbs!


Kitten Kisses

Kitten paws
                 creeping on my face
Eyes close
               soft pads on my cheek
Tiny mews
               sneaking in the dark


Sunday, 10 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 9

Welcome to day 9 of National Poetry Writing Month. Today I have tried to write about childhood. One of my first memories is sitting in the unfinished kitchen of my childhood home watching builders finish the room around me. The floor; cold naked concrete and no glass in the windows. I sat eating smarties out of a cup, because out of a cup it felt special, more grown up. So that is why this poem is called Smarties. The rhythm and stanzas are off but it's only a first draft as I've had no time to edit.

Smarties 


Your toes on the floor
Legs curled under
Beneath you naked concrete
Cold behind the knees

You leave them in the cup
Red yellow and blue
Eat only the pink
The ones that look like dreams

You watch builders through frames
Painting the kitchen wall
Filling in the holes
That your parents left behind

They say that when it’s finished
It will be an archway
A grey solid halo
At one end of the house

You curl in your dress
Legs bare against the floor
Cup of smarties in one hand
Red yellow and blue

Friday, 8 April 2011

Thursday, 7 April 2011

NaPo WriMo Day 7

Day 7. This started as a poem about growing up and is now just a poem about anger. Ha Ha! I've had an angry day today so this must have been where it came from. 

Knots

My tongue, thick like bark
rots in my mouth, as I
hold back the words I want to use.

I'm barely there, as I
breathe in your toxic
poison by breathing backwards.

And I,
chew my lips, as I
hold in my truth
to satisfy what I think you want.  

This is the way,
we tie ourselves in knots.

Also been having a look at some more light hearted poems here:
http://therumpus.net/2011/04/national-poetry-month-day-7-jack-gilbert-by-p-scott-cunningham/#more-76922

Wednesday, 6 April 2011

Napo wrimo day 6

Ok. It's time for a haiku day. Had an awful day at the office and needed something light to take my mind off it.

So here it is.

A Haiku

A closed box resting
At the corners of my mind
Winking in the night


Tuesday, 5 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day 5

Day 5 and I'm a little stuck. I've had a very long day today and a busy but exciting trip to London so my creative brain hasn't been screwed on as well as it should be (excuses excuses). So the conclusion is, I've written a poem, if you can call it that. It's got no rhythm which is what I've struggled with most today, but it's about a town I grew up near, Southend, and the things I remember about it. My most nostalgic memory is standing on the seafront between the Sealife Center and the Crazy Golf watching children eat sandwiches on the wall next to the sand. So here's a very rough, very scraty first draft of a general idea I have. Happy Poetry Writing Month!

We never heard the sea

I remember,

The taste of the salt,
At the back of my throat
The wind that would break
At the drum of my ear.

I remember,

The knots that would dance
And twist in my hair,
The gaps in my clothes
Where the wind would hide

I remember,

The walks on the seafront,
After a band,
The noise of the cars clashing
With the arcade machines

Though we never could hear the sea.

I remember,

The litter strewn sand,
The muddy tide,
The concrete walls
And the arching steps

I remember,

The crazy gold course,
And the Sealife centre,
The places we never went.
And the places we did.

I remember,

The big wheel,
And the smaller pier,
Rossi’s ice cream,
And the sticky toffee apples.

Though we never could hear the sea.

I remember,

The kids on the wall,
The grainy sandwiches,
The seagulls caw,
And the rotting wood.

I remember,

The unmoving boats,
Stuck in the mud,
The forgotten kisses
Still yet to be had.

I remember,

The smell of the donuts,
The climbing frames,
The two penny machines,
And the teddies to be won.

Though we never could hear the sea.

I think you can tell it needs a few drafts but it's harder to write about places you know!

Monday, 4 April 2011

NaPo WriMo: Day Four


Day Four of National Poetry Writing Month and I decided to look around for photographic inspiration rather than writing radom  thought which is what I usually do. I came accross this photo via Photo JoJo who I follow on twitter and tried to write a poem about it. The words probably don't make sense by themselves, but here's a pretty video anyhow. I like how the video looks like little feet at the end.

This is the blurb that goes with the video:

This animation represents the entire data set (1,871 slices) of the male cadaver from the Visible Human Project. The animation was played fullscreen on a computer, which was moved around by an assistant while being photographed in a dark environment. The resulting images are long-exposure "light paintings" of the entire cadaver. Variations in the movement of the computer during each exposure created differences in the shape of the body throughout the series.



Source Data for Photography/Portfolio from Croix Gagnon on Vimeo.

 Dancing

Your Body
Moves like mine.
And Undercovers,
Under these sheets we hide;
We see we all have different movements.

Yours, gently seeps and bleeds into itself.
Mine, Seperates and expands, and then returns sullen.
We stop.

But we see,
We both look the same,
in the end.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

NaPo WriMo day 3

Here's a little one for day three. It sounds a little kinkier than intended.

Sunday Morning

Your toes, touch the tips of mine,
As we lay side by side.

Sticky summer heat, creeps down my skin,
As I let it rest against yours.

And,

Sometimes, only sometimes
Your lips fit perfectly into mine.

NaPoWriMo: Day 2

A belated day 2!



Her body,
Like Butterfly,
Breaks at fingertip.

Strength melting in the sun.

She thinks about things that seven year olds think;
The rings in the pond.
The pink of the duck house.
The droplets on the leaves.

And at ten, when she wakes,
The birds watch through the windows,
Whispering her to get up,
Their seeds moulding to the table.

Inside,
Her bones twist like grape vines,
She uncurls. She greets them,
Unwraps her spine.

She wakes to imagine she’s seven,
And there are no coffee marks on the table tops,
No dust on the skirting boards
No pans that need cleaning left next to the sink.

But underneath I know,

Her body,
Like butterfly,
Will break at fingertip.

Friday, 1 April 2011

Happy April! Fools!

Hello April. Goodbye March. My favourite things in March have included, Sunday Morning Story, last minute visits to Canterbury, and watching Daniel Carpenter perform at Write Out Loud in Sale. 



Also may I add to that list buying nearly a whole bookshelf of books and writing more poetry than normal. Hooray! If only I had more time to read them. Here's a few thoughts gathered on March.

Bad Language  took place this month at The Castle Hotel as normal, all except for the fact that it was moved forwards one week to the 23rd March rather then the last Wednesday of the month. As usual me, Dan, and Joe ran the night and the entertainment was provided by a long list of quality open micers. The theme, rather unintentionally seemed to vere towards poo, as quite a few writers seemed to feature a horrible poo story one way or another in their piece. The night's very special guest was Gerry Potter, a brilliant performance poet who has had two books published, PLANET YOUNG and PLANET MIDDLE AGE both available from http://www.flapjackpress.co.uk/. It was good to see a few new faces down for the night including Matt Tuckey and Nija Dala. We'll be specially reserving a few places each month for brand newcomers from now on just to stir things up a bit! Stir Stir Stir... 




Another exciting thing which has taken place this month was Frankenstein by the National Theatre Live which I was lucky enough to see on the second try. I watched it broadcast live at The Cornerhouse in Manchester and although the experience lacked the atmosphere you would get from a live theatre show I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Highlights were the stage lights which were built of hundreds of different types of lightbulbs hanging above the stage and flickering in various motions. It looked like afterthoughts of fireworks cracking as you anticipated something exciting about to happen. Also a steamtrain that drove right through the middle of the stage on a track! Lowlights were a few wobbling camera technical faults and a small amount of wooden actors (not literally) but I won't name names.

Benedict Cumberbatch and Jonny Lee Miller swapped roles of the Creature and Victor each night which I imagine is an extremely challenging thing for an actor to do; working on two roles in depth and rotating when the nights you play them, though at the same time refreshing to take a break from such an intense role as the Creature. What I find more fascinating is the two different approaches the actors took to playing the Creature. One stated that he copied his 4 year old son learning new things and brought this childlike element to the role. The other stated that he watched stroke victims in recovery; a fully grown mind trying to remember what it's like to function normally. Two very different approaches but they both worked, so I hear. I only got to see one of the nights so I can't make an accurate comparison. I love the sound of the bell in this trailer. It's the same bell that opened the play as the Creature was born.  


This month I forced myself to read Running Dog by Don Delillo. I say forced, not because I didn't enjoy it but because it's quite hard to keep your patience whilst trying to figure out what's happening in the plot. Despite there being too many character and plotlines, the style of writing kept me gripped so I found I didn't need to follow every detail to enjoy the book. What let the book down was the failure to establish which character storyline each chapter or paragraph opened with (as it changed that quickly) due the lack of name use and individual characteristics which could help to identify this. I love, however, the fast paced dialogue and how two characters can have completely different conversations in the same moment. 

I'm now reading Haruki Murakami's What I Talk About When I Talk About Running (notice the unintentional running theme!) As a new runner I hope to find something in this book to keep me inspired to run. What amazes me about the book is it proves what I have always thought about good writers; that to be a good writer, you can write any subject and still build a story from it. It's about the angle you take on the story and the language used, rather than exceptional plot. 



Exciting things happening in April:

NapoWrimo - A bit like NaNo WriMo (National Novel Writing Month) but with poetry. The aim is to write a poem every day for the full month of April and potentially publish it somewhere on the internet so people can see who's taking part. Bad Language will be taking part and I will be attempting to post a poem a day on here.

Flash Mob Writing Competition -  As part of this years Chorlton Arts Festival Flash Mob will be running a writing competition for stories of 500 words or under. There will also be a snazzy prize giving ceremony and live event OOoooooOOO! So get writing and booking. More details on the website.

Bad Language - Yes. As per usual Bad Language will be hosting a live literature event at The Castle Hotel in Manchester and this time it will be in it's usual spot of the last Wednesday of April. The very special headline act will be Rod Tame who is a performance artist, actor and host of Write Out Loud Sale and Rhyme and Dine at Manchester’s Earth Cafe. 

I leave you with a photo of the inside of a castle ruins to see if it scares you. It reminds me of how a headache feels. Happy April!



NaPo WriMo: Day One - Ghosts

Day One of NaPo WriMo. I've finished a second draft of a poem I started at the weekend after a visit to the quaint city of Canterbury. It's based on the Sunday morning when we woke up a little groggy, stopped at the shops for essential picnic items and sat by the river inside the castle walls for the one hour of sun that shone that day. It's called Ghosts, as a reminder of the seasons passed.

Ghosts

We sit,
On cranberry blankets,
And watch ghosts of snowflakes fall from the sky.

We sit,
On Moist grass with dampened legs
And watch ducks clean themselves in dirty water.

We sit and we watch
Kids larping over the river
Children with ice cream around their faces
Couples cuddled into every corner of each other.

We sit and we watch
Others watching us,
Wrapping our legs together,
Remembering how only a few months ago we did this to stay warm,
And now we do this because it is warm.

We sit,
And we watch,
Ghosts of snowflakes fall from the sky,
And think of the ghosts ahead.

Thursday, 17 February 2011

Bad Language @ The Castle - Wednesday 23rd February

Bad Language will be running another brilliant night of poetry, prose, general amusement with a fantastic special guest, Jo Bell.

From her website: "Jo is a writer and performer, facilitator, workshop leader, editor, live literature promoter and manager of creative projects across the UK. Her main job is to co-ordinate National Poetry Day, for which she is the Director. She is also a director of Living Derby and a trustee of Ledbury Poetry Festival.

Jo devised the online/ hard copy writing project Bugged and is currently writing a play for young people with Action Transport Theatre."

http://belljarblog.wordpress.com/
http://www.bell-jar.co.uk/

There will also be copies of our wonderful second anthology Scattered Reds available and performances from Bad Language themselves.

If you have any questions please e-mail events@badlanguagemcr.co.uk

http://www.thecastlehotel.info/

Manchester Rain @ 330 Words

Thanks to 330 words one of my stories is here today:

http://330words.wordpress.com/2011/02/17/manchester-rain-written-by-nici-west/

The piece is called Manchester Rain and it was written on a typical dreary day inside my flat watching out the window at the rain in Manchester, hense the title. The picture is taken from my balcony on that same dreary day.

330 Words is a project where the creators challange writers to take a photo and write a piece no more then 330 words to it. It can be an extract or a half finished piece; whichever you find easiest. Mine is a finished piece but it did take a couple of edits to get it to just below 330 words and I nearly didn't submit as I felt that cutting 50 words out might confuse the meaning of the piece. However, once I tried it I found the meaning of the piece came accross just as clearly and I prefered the tight and consise language. Just goes to show that killing your darlings can actually work.

Bad Language Submissions Continue....

There's only a few days left until the submissions for the third Bad Language anthology close, so I thought I would remind you all! Hurry Hurry Hurry!

Here are the submission guidelines in case you forgot:

Submissions are now open and will close on March 2nd. The guidelines will be as follows:

Please only submit to one of the following categories.

Short Stories

Short stories to be no longer than 2500 words.
Only one short story per person.
Stories to have not been published elsewhere.

Poetry

Poetry to be no longer than 40 lines.
Maximum of 3 poems submitted per person.
Poetry not to have been published elsewhere.

Flash and Micro Fiction

Flash and micro fiction not to exceed 500 words.
No more than 3 flash or micro fictions to be submitted per person.
Flash and micro fiction not to have been published elsewhere.

Other

We will also be accepting graphic fiction (as an A5 sized PDF, maximum ten pages of story).

We also accept extracts from novel's, following the same guidelines as short story submissions, however the extract
has to be able to stand alone.

You may also submit non-fiction articles that have a clear relation to literature. These must follow the short story guidelines.




House guidelines.

You must attach your submission as a .doc file to an e-mail (unless it is graphic fiction.)
You must include a 50 word biography as the body of the e-mail
Your e-mail must be titled 'Bad Language Submissions'

Please note we cannot read the same submission twice. If you have had an entry rejected from a previous anthology, please do not re-submit the same piece. We love to read new work!

Due to the large amount of submissions we cannot accept any that do not follow submissions guidelines.

Submissions should be sent to submissions@badlanguagemcr.co.uk by 10pm on March 2nd.

Thursday, 10 February 2011

Pacing

Just a quick note to say one of my stories, Pacing, is being published here today:

http://thepygmygiant.com/author/thepygmygiant/

The website is The Pgymy Giant; it publishes a variety of writings including flash fiction, poetry and non fiction. Have a look around the website there's some good stuff there.

One of my favourite stories on the website is Mash by Emma J Lannie:

http://thepygmygiant.com/2008/12/15/mash/

That is all. 

Sunday, 6 February 2011

Bad Language @ The Castle and other exciting things...

The last Bad Language event took place on Wednesday 26th January at the cosy Castle Hotel (which ironically is not a hotel) in Manchester. David Gaffney was the guest slot and read from his new book The Half Life of Songs complimented with other Powerpoint stories. Accompanying this there was an interesting mix of performance poetry, short stories and improv pieces. I think my favourite piece of the night was Bad Language's very own Joe Daly and his slightly unerving piece about a stalker.

The most creative performances of the night (bar David Gaffney's) were Fat Roland's, who performed a piece in letter stuffed in percarious places around his body, and the latest piece from 330 Words, Joely Black's Stalker. I read a new piece based on Deansgate in Manchester about the disillusion that the build up to new years can bring. I'm currently doing a few more edits before I consider submitting this piece to Rainy City Stories. 

Claire Conlon has done a full write up of the event at her Words & Fixtures blog here: http://wordsandfixtures.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-bad-at-all.html   You can see pretty photos of the event here. But here's a taster for you:



Exciting Bad Language news is that our submissions are now open for the third anthology. You can come along to the next Bad Langauge @ The Castle event on the 23rd Feb and test out your new piece ready to submit. Jo Bell will be headlining the next event which I'm very exciting about! There are still open mic slots available so if you're interested email: events@badlanguagemcr.co.uk for a slot! They're running out fast so hurry.

Jo Bell has now taken over the website for Something Every Day, which Bad Language will be hosting in May. We said goodbye to Anna McCrory's at the end of January following a month of quirky poems about everyday problems, and welcomed Jo's experiemental, sometimes bitter poems. I'm enjoying the links she includes to the places she gets inspiration from as well.

Here's a picture of Jo Bell reading at the last Bad Langiage event so you know what to expect for February:



One of my favourite stories of the month is from someone who was featured in the last Bad Lanaguage book Scattered Reds, David Hartly. He's had a story published at Rainy City Stories called The Primark Invasion, and for those of you who have visited the Primark in Picadilly Gardens before, it's not hard to imagine.

I went to see Black Swan with Daniel Carpenter the other day and am left with images of nail files being stabbed in faces. It's an entertaining film at face value but take a look at Daniel Carpenters blog about what is wrong with the film overall - spoiler warning! 

I leave you with some more calming pictures of peoples backs.... at least it made me feel like taking a walk on a summers day, if only this Manchester rain would stop.....


http://www.mymodernmet.com/profiles/blogs/blog-love-downtown-from-behind

Monday, 24 January 2011

Happy 2011

Dear Blogger,

I know I've been neglecting you lately. I have been distracted with all things life shaped and now here is a list of things to come/things that have been inspiring me.

First thing to mention is:  for all you literary lovers out there the next Bad Language event coming up. It will be on Wednesday 26th January starting at 7.30pm in The Castle Hotel in the Northern Quarter, Manchester. The event will be jam packed with open mic performances, Bad Language performances and the special special guest David Gaffney. If you want to come along sign up on facebook or just come along, the event is free so more money for booze!

From the start of the new year I've been taking inspiration from photography; trying my hand at my own amateur photos and looking at professional photos. I got a digital camera from my boyfriend for christmas that can take decent photos of  scenery - so if you want to check out my weak attempt at photography look here. Alternatively, if you want to check out decent photography - I've been following these guys on twitter for a while and they've put some pretty amazing stuff up.

Something interesting that I've been looking at a lot more recently is my friend's fashion blog - Bow Dream Nation. I'm not that interested in fashion but I like looking at the pretty pictures and she usually has cute accessories.

A project which I'm excited about this year is something every day. It's a website originally run by performance poet Max Wallis in which he attempted to write a piece of poetry everyday. For the duration of 2011 the website is being guest hosted by various writers/poet/small press for a period of time each. Bad Language will be hosting it for May 2011 so we'd better get writing! I'm working on a birthday themed one to upload on my birthday.

My favourite comic of 2010 (meaning what I read in 2010 not what was release in 2010!) is Y The Last Man written by Brian K Vaughan. The premise is that all the men are suddenly wiped from the world in mysterious circumstances; all except one man. The man that's left, Yorick, is a bit of a bum with no true direction in life, and a trained escape artist. He spends the whole series searching for his girlfriend who he was about to propose to when the disaster happened. I like how this novel plays with stereotypes and the battle of the sexes, it gets you thinking about how well woman would be able to survive without men and what changes would happen. For example the writer explores the idea that once all the men are dead there is no electricity and all manual labour trades fall apart.

My current book, which is a mammoth book I started for 2011, is Homicide by David Simon. It is described as a true crime classic; detailing the journey of a journalist who spent a year on the street with the homicide police in Balitmore. If anyone has seen the TV show The Wire, it is based on this book. I'm loving getting my teeth sunk into this book because the writing style is literary and although the events are distressing it's not written to manipulate.

So that's my update for today. I need to finish writing a piece for the Bad Language event on Wednesday. I can't decide on what the maximum length of a performance piece should be.