Flash Fiction: 10 minutes/100 words

It doesn’t take long to fall in love. The space of a dream.

We were two ships passing in broad daylight. My heart straining with life not yet lived. Feeling kisses untasted opening like flowers against my skin, fluttering of birds on my lips as they form shapes around words I do not speak.

He passes.

I let his scent linger on my skin, wrapping his shadow tight around me where it lies, a second skin.

I never saw him again. But I’ll never forget the day I fell in love with the stranger who smiled at me on the bus.

Poem: We are all at war

I have been trying to generate a ‘poetic response’ to the Writers In Prison Anthology since yesterday, but the more I read the more I feel I have nothing to contribute that isn’t trite or worthless. This is such a huge and worthy cause and I am worried I might write something that has no context, no basis. How can I possibly know what it is like to be in prison? I live in a democratic country where my ideas are listened to, and valued, and I am free to write and research, to be educated, to have food and shelter, to live. The levels of depravity in certain other parts of the world overwhelm me. My mood today: reflective; sad; inspired; defeated. I have the freedom to speak, to express myself, and I am very lucky. But today, I wish to be still.

I have an idea for a longer poem I want to write, but that will take time, and since I had pledged to blog something today, I have decided simply to write something from the heart, with no drafts and no analysis, no note-taking and research. I am not a poet, but I’m giving it a shot:

***

I hear

Cries of war that

Shake the heavens like

Rain from the mountains.

Revolution! Revolution!

All rush forward

and fall

Hope sinking

into the sodden earth

with the broken bodies

until the rain.

Earth rises;

Muddied floodwaters red with blood

rolling towards

Revolution that

moves ever forward,

ever further

ever distant.

I hear

Cries of grief that

Dash the silver from the clouds

One sigh shattering

the pristine silence of the night.

All love’s grief

is copper-coloured

Nor will it ever be washed clean

From the shining skies

Which darken quickly

Hushed to stillness.

We are all at war.

Writers in Prison

Tomorrow we have our first and (sadly) only poetry workshop, led by Francesca Beard. As part of the workshop we will be looking at texts by some of the writers included in the International Pen Writers in Prison anthology, which this year celebrates 50 years of championing the rights of those writers whose texts have led to their unjust incarceration, persecution, and even assassination.

Information on some of the writers in this campaign and extracts of their texts can be found here:

I have been reading through some of these texts and have been deeply moved by the relentless bravery and unremitting force of will which drives these writers to make their voices heard, even in the face of indescribable horror and persecution. Throughout the anthology, a sense of steely resolution provides a backbone for a body of work which is variously stark, solitary, forceful, comforting, uncompromising, revolutionary and beautiful.

Everywhere, even in the bleakest of conditions and in the darkest recesses of human suffering, the relentless luminosity of what Aung San Suu Kyi calls “grace under pressure” exerts its dignified presence. It is precisely this grace that lends integrity to the struggle of these writers who dare speak, who would suffer for the greater good, for freedom of expression, for democracy, for justice. And everywhere, underpinning the politics, the ethics, the socio-historical elements, the loneliness and the destitution, there are tales of love.

I will be writing more on this as we learn more about this valuable campaign. But for now, I wish to include a small note on Liu Xiaobo. On December 25 2009, Liu Xiaobo was sentenced to 11 years in prison – the harshest sentence in recent history of a dissident – for “spreading rumours and defaming the government, aimed at subversion of thestate and overthrowing the socialism system in recent years”.

Click on the image below to read the English translation of Charter 08, the publication that rattled the Chinese government:
Is this defamation? What do you think?

Image c/o www.globalvoicesonline.org

Addressing the court on the day he was sentenced, Liu Xiaobo released the following statement, for his wife:

“She cannot be present today, but I still want to tell you, my sweetheart, that I’m confident that your love for me will be as always.

Your love is sunlight that transcends prison walls and bars, stroking every inch of my skin, warming my every cell, letting me maintain my inner calm, magnanimous and bright, so that every minute in prison is full of meaning… My love is hard, sharp, and can penetrate any obstacles. Even if I am crushed into powder, I will embrace you with the ashes.”

It is important to remember that the voices that speak for those who cannot are not simply voices, disembodied entities created to centre the balance of justice. These are real people who, when they are imprisoned, leave behind loved ones who must suffer, too. Even philosophers feel, even dissidents get lonely, and they, like us, are not invulnerable. It is our turn to stand up for those who dare stand up for us.

This has really made me think. I hope that anyone out there reading feels the same way.

Aki

This House believes violent video games should be banned

As part of Free the Word, we will be going on visits to various organisations that deal with issues to do with freedom of expression and censorship. On Monday, I went to the Oxford Union. Here’s what happened…



So, on Monday myself and a group of young writers and illustrators from Free the Word and Comix India (a parallel project also being run by Eastside) journeyed on the Oxford Tube to Oxford to visit the world-famous debating chambers. Unfortunately, we got there to be told the debate had been cancelled last-minute due to keynote speakers cancelling.

PANIC!

Thankfully, after a lot of running around by various Union members, a young man stepped forward to offer an alternative to the debate, to ensure we hadn’t wasted our time coming all the way.

Ronald Collinson,  a member of the Committee, was kind enough to organise an impromptu tour of the building and a show debate on a topic similar to that scheduled – we are especially grateful to him and to the four speakers who gave up their time in order to accommodate us. Gavin Illsley, Corey Dixon, Ollie Linch and two others whose names I unfortunately did not note down were particularly helpful.

On the tour we were given access to all rooms but the library, which was locked for the evening. We were treated to a history of the Union. In particular, I was interested to see a wall just beyond the foyer where members could post their manifestoes and could also post ‘Dear President’ letters. It was really interesting to consider this in the light of what Ronald told us, which was that the Union is in effect an arena within which antithetical elements concerning freedom of speech and its limitations are suspended. On the one hand, members standing for committee are bound by strict rules which forbid them to campaign, picket or attempt to garner votes except on the strength of their manifesto, which itself is subject to strict regulations to ensure it contains no false or defamatory information. If candidates are found to flout the rules, they are put to tribunal; a panel is called in from London, including a lawyer, and talks are held throughout the night in a room at the Union, with the windows newspapered shut and the doors locked, until the matter has been resolved. The sanctions for breaching any of the rules in the election process are severe and can damage a member’s reputation at the Union and within the University evermore.

On the other hand, in the debating chamber itself, the only rule is that one cannot be defamatory (speakers in the chamber do not enjoy the same parliamentary and absolute privileges as those in the Houses of Parliament). Outside of that, the chamber is a forum for free speech, and as such is a space in which its limits are constantly tested and exploited. The principle? The best ideas come out in the market place, and controversial or radical ideas are best broached, and best defeated, in the public arena. This is very much in keeping with Mill’s “marketplace of ideas”. The truth, we were told, will be found. I’m not sure this is true, since the idea of truth is infinitely complex and ultimately subjective, however I do believe that in searching for the truth we can have the most fruitful debates and that this way we develop our minds, expanding our intelligence and our perception of the truth(s) we find around us.

The problem, of course, as Corey explained to us, is that the moment we hold one person or one body (ie a government, a society) as arbiter of truth, we allow the very narrative of our lives to be controlled and dictated by that one perceived truth. Radicality is only ever seen in terms of this ‘grand narrative’. There can be no Other without an Absolute. What is Other is seen as subversive, as different, and suddenly truth and untruth become very murky indeed.

On the one hand, here in the UK we are great defenders of free speech and freedom of expression. On the other hand, we are also very quick to gang together to shout loudly against the radical Other. In some cases, this is done for the benefit of society, the defense of the marginalised, providing a voice for those who cannot themselves rally against suppressive forces. In other instances, the matter becomes a sinister beast that society grapples with uneasily.

One example that one of the speakers gave that really stuck in my mind was that of the Holocaust. As a German, this is a topic I am particularly sensitive to, and even I feel a sense of the shame and burden of what was a horrific period of history. We were asked, as a group, to consider the case of a Holocaust denier.  A man declares the Holocaust never happened, and we jump to condemn him and call for his incendiary remarks to be suppressed. His claim is insulting and damaging. That is truth and there is no denying it. It is absolute. A second man announces that he has been conducting research for years, and has concluded that actually, the number of Jews who tragically lost their lives is nearer 4 million than 6 million. Suddenly, our reaction is suspended. We hesitate to roundly condemn this man, because suddenly, we are not quite sure how to react.

At what point do we draw the line?


One point that was made was that ultimately, unlimited free speech is untenable. To an extent, not to ban or censor anything goes against the principles at the heart of ideas of free speech. But what do we ban and how do we justify banning it? One of our speakers suggested that if the overall effect of a comment or an action can be shown to be damaging, its banning may be justified. Equally, if it can be shown to be contributing absolutely nothing of value to society, it may be dismissed. Of course, once again we enter into dangerous etymological and semiotic territory. What denotes whether something is of value? How do we judge what is ‘damaging’? Social and historical context, morality, philosophy, government, all of these and more are woven into a fabric that becomes a canvas onto which such questions are pinned and in light of which they transform, evolve, grow.

Without debate, without discussion, there is no democracy. There must be dialogue, there must be speech, there must be communication. To sum up our workshop, Corey insisted that upholding the values of free speech and resisting monopoly on thought is essential in securing future freedoms and creating choice and possibility. It is in honour of this aim that we must continue to explore the principle of free speech, and investigate its limits.

***

I am delighted to have had the opportunity to go to the Oxford Union and am hugely impressed with the mock debate that was whipped up for us so last-minute. The young artists and writers who came along all really enjoyed themselves. My highlight had to be coming out into the cool night air, remarking the silence and asking one of the artists if he had enjoyed himself.  His response: “I’m just thinking… It made me think”

To make people think, to encourage young minds to be inquisitive, is so important and I am so pleased that it all went so well.

For more information on the Oxford Union, visit http://www.oxford-union.org/home


Hello world!

Hello all,

Welcome to my Free the Word blog.

I am lucky enough to be one of nine participants chosen to take part in Eastside Educational Trust’s Free the Word creative writing programme, a scheme that gives young writers the chance to attend weekly intensive workshops led by Eileen Condon (journalist), Francesca Beard (poet) and Martyn Waites (novelist) to consider ideas about freedom of expression and censorship in the context of their respective areas of work. We will be guided and mentored as we explore these ideas through our own writing, experimenting with different styles and uploading our creative responses to what we learn throughout the process.

On Wednesday, we had our first workshop, led by Eileen Condon. The workshop was an introduction to blogging, which in turn is an introduction to the power of the voice. To blog is to engage in dialogue, and communication is one of our greatest and most important tools. Voices shape and influence other voices. They shape the world. This is mine.

In 2006, Time Magazine’s Person of the Year was YOU.
Us.
The People:

The “Great Man” theory of history is usually attributed to the Scottish philosopher Thomas Carlyle, who wrote that “the history of the world is but the biography of great men.” He believed that it is the few, the powerful and the famous who shape our collective destiny as a species. That theory took a serious beating this year.

To be sure, there are individuals we could blame for the many painful and disturbing things that happened in 2006. The conflict in Iraq only got bloodier and more entrenched. A vicious skirmish erupted between Israel and Lebanon. A war dragged on in Sudan. A tin-pot dictator in North Korea got the Bomb, and the President of Iran wants to go nuclear too. Meanwhile nobody fixed global warming, and Sony didn’t make enough PlayStation3s.

But look at 2006 through a different lens and you’ll see another story, one that isn’t about conflict or great men. It’s a story about community and collaboration on a scale never seen before. It’s about the cosmic compendium of knowledge Wikipedia and the million-channel people’s network YouTube and the online metropolis MySpace. It’s about the many wresting power from the few and helping one another for nothing and how that will not only change the world, but also change the way the world changes.

The tool that makes this possible is the World Wide Web.

http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,1569514,00.html

In today’s technically-powered world, bloggers (web loggers) are logging on and taking a stand. Taking a stand against injustice, against ignorance, against poverty, against war, against censorship. Our human rights are being asserted and our voices can no longer be ignored. In today’s world, government advisors look to blogs to guage public interest, public opinion, what is being talked about, what is ‘in’ and what is ‘out’. It’s the same for advertising giants, who regularly scour YouTube and other content sharing websites to spot the latest trends and make sure their next big venture is on point, up-to-date, consumable.

We are become the storytellers of the world.

Here’s hoping that what we have to say is valuable, and that, perhaps, we can create a happy ending.

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