reviewed by Kristin Henry
University of Western Sydney, Nepean
P.O. Box 10, Kingswood
When does writing stop being demanding and start being impenetrable?
A few years ago when Dorothy Porter’s The Monkey’s Mask came out I read a damning review of it in a regional newspaper. Where were all the real poets, the reviewer lamented. Where were the Tennisons and the Wordsworths? Why did this Porter woman have to be so dirty? The reviewer obviously didn’t read much contemporary poetry.
I was so annoyed by the review that I wrote a letter to the editor. My complaint wasn’t that the reviewer had been scathing, but that he never should have agreed to review the book in the first place because his limited reading made him incapable of discussing it in any credible way.
Remembering this, and with howls of ‘anti-intellectualism’ ringing in my imagination, I wondered if I was the right person to review the first three issues of W/Edge, the new journal of writing from the University of Western Sydney. Many of the contributors are professional writers and performers, academics and Masters students in the writing program. There should be - and there is - some good new writing here. But much of it seemed to me self-consciously obscure in a very old fashioned way. These three mags left me wondering whose fault it was if I often didn’t get the point.
Here is an extract from a paper by Sabrina Achilles, the co-ordinator of the editorial committee, which appears in Issue 1 under the title 'Ficto-criticism, Casting the Self'. She has just described looking out the window of a train in which she was a passenger and seeing a man wave:
The wave had triggered in me a non-dialectical operation of the regime of signs. To feel, here, does not pertain to a belief system but to an altered state, and the ‘I took’ is not closed into an affirmation of myself by appropriation but is rather a tool of transformation, casting me into the unknown. The subject of the observation, the omen, is clearly not reducible, it is unable to be categorised within a binary either/or regime but is both. It belongs to the past, present and future at once, it is both of the subject and not of the subject, general and specific. It is both reconstitutive, belonging to reconciliation - a good omen is something deserving thereby replacing the subject as central, constituting it within a Christian, teleological regime of redemption. And the omen is de-constitutive, it marks a transgressive break of the self with the self (with its narrative story) as it acts upon the body/self with discursive and spatial regimes other than those of subjectivity and interiority (with the distancing, split, objectifying, knowing gaze implied therein), and casts the body/self into the unfamiliar assemblage.Okay, so theoretical jargon is an easy target. But the editors are asking for more of it. Issue 2 is the most problematic. In their eagerness to create something visually interesting the designers have sometimes sacrificed clarity and meaning. There are numerous folded pages, and random pages of text on opaque waxy paper through which the text on the following page is visible. It’s infuriatingly like trying to read a newspaper while holding it up to the sun.
Gillian Barlow’s 'In Crete' is a romantic little traveller’s tale playfully told. George Alexander shows some spacey humour in his sci-fi piece 'Way to Go'. But on the whole there’s not much to smile about. Perhaps this is at the heart of W/Edge’s difficulties: the lack of balance - between accessible and experimental pieces, between complexity of content and complexity of form, between light and dark. And as 'The Riting of the Runda', the written version of a performance work by Hazel Smith demonstrates, no amount of typeface variety, eccentric page layout or eschewing of upper case letters can disguise cliches or compensate for the page not being the stage.
This issue actually features several pieces which, intentionally or not, take the mickey out of unintelligible writing by playing with language’s propensity for not communicating. One story is filled with medical terminology, one begins with definitions of made up words, another offers fanciful alternative definitions for familiar words. In defining ‘away’ Jill Farrar says:
What I cannot say, cannot articulate, am incapable of enunciating must remain, tantalising, worrying and bedevilling.That pretty well sums up Isssue 2 for me.
In Issue 3, there is still some confusion about where one piece ends and the next begins, though in general the layout is less tricksy and the writing more readable. The fact that the last issue is the best is encouraging.
In 'Paris, ca n’existe pas', Robyn Ferrell describes her experience as an Australian writer trying to work in Paris, and argues that since Hemingway and Gertrude Stein ‘...there is no such thing as the writer in Paris’.
Josephine Wilson looks worth keeping an eye on. In 'The Dirty Little Realist' she conducts a disgustingly funny interview/tour around a murder scene, and Beaten is her sardonic fin de siecle performance piece echoing Ginsberg:
I saw the best bodies of my generation destroyed by madness,/starving hysterically naked,Kristen De Kline’s oblique and violent story about gay bashing, 'The Last Resort Bar', lingers after the reading, and finally, Diane Fahey’s poems are irresistible for their vitality and wit in the midst of stultiloquence. (Look it up.)
...who knew themselves lucky not to sit like some on boxes under bridges in Biafra, or cough on Sixth Floors in Harlem, and never know a night to be ‘tubercular’, as such...
Kristrin Henry is a Melbourne based poet who teaches at Victoria University of Technology (TAFE)
LETTERS AND DEBATE
Editors: Nigel Krauth & Tess Brady