Monday 7 August 2017

Suffocating Country - a reflection

The Mildura Writers Festival was interesting to say the least. Thinking back towards it, I do believe I enjoyed myself. It is a nice town to visit, that is for sure. A nice weekend away trip. However, it did seem that for a country town they had a mix of people that considered themselves high class, and then others low class. For example, I had a discussion with someone who wanted to attend the festival, however one look at the price turned him away. Clearly, working as a cashier he does not earn enough to attend such an event.

Which is a shame, because I feel that it would have added some variance amidst the attendants. It was either students, or elderly people living on their pensions with no care in the world. Yet the other elderly people who did have a care in the world didn’t have the money to attend such an event, even with how much they want to go. My teammate wanted to sneak in her AirBnB host into a panel, just so she could get to experience it herself.

So, there seems to be a huge juxtaposition between the people in Mildura. It is either they are living on a high life, or they are struggling. There may be a few in-between, but that was just from what I could see. Which makes it hard to recommend coming to an event such as this. You get seen by the attendees as a ‘fake’ cause you may look like you don’t have the money or you are a student. Or you get seen as a pompous prick by the non-attendees. 

It is an odd feeling, because you feel both extremes. In Melbourne, everyone hates everyone, and even more so if you are in the way, so you don’t feel these extremes cause it is a normal air. Yet out here, it is so apparent it is almost suffocating. As much as I would love to go again, I don’t think I will. That feeling is too much for me.

Coffee Hunting

A fictional story about how I found the perfect café in Mildura.

Groaning, I placed my coffee down. It was burnt. The texture of the milk was completely off, leaving it with a rubbery smell and taste. The coffee was overly dark, suggesting the coffee grinds sat within the basket on the group head, attached to the machine for too long. Also, that it was clearly over packed, making it take longer to extract. The barista was clearly rushing, and so it was burnt. Burnt like the land around the town. The desert close to the country town of Mildura.

There was no way I was going to let my day start off with a horrid coffee. I am from Melbourne, and a barista myself. Coffee is my blood. It is my life. Leaving the piss behind me, I grabbed my bag and begin to storm off. If there is one thing I can do, is make an impression.
‘Is something wrong, sir?’ The barista’s voice was soft, poor girl clearly had no idea when it came to coffee.
Yes, your coffee tastes like shit. This café is shit. The- I cut off my train of thought before I said anything too horrid.
‘Sorry my dear, but the coffee is rubbish, so I am going elsewhere,’ I smiled politely, ’maybe you should give up making coffee.’
She gasped as I walked off, knocking over the piss with my bag. The dark milk spilling over the table, the floor, and the seat.

Of course, I never expected much in terms of coffee when it came to coming to Mildura. The town was so far from the city, they clearly had not gotten the memo on how to brew the blasted things.
Lighting up a smoke, I continued on my hunt. Eyes following as I walked, which I feel is normal. After all, I stick out like a sore thumb. Clearly a city boy, with my brown eyeshadow, constant scowl and smoke in hand.
I tried coffee after coffee. Some decent, some bad. Nothing compared to the first coffee, but nothing compared to Melbourne. It was getting close to noon, and I had been looking for the last three hours. The caffeine shaking my system, but I was determined to find that one perfect cup. Which was when it happened. I found it.

Sometimes, like in life, things come unexpectedly. 
Blk. Mlk. 
I took one look inside, and knew I found it. The perfect coffee. The style of the machine, the style of the café, and the style of the workers. It was very Melbourne, very suburban.
Ordering my coffee, I took my set and waiting in anticipation. Once the glass was placed in front of my, I gasped. It was perfection. The colour, the pattern, the texture of the milk.
I took a sip, and sunk into my set.

‘Finally,’ sighing, ‘a good cup of coffee.’

Silent Screams

Silent Screams
by Shaun Mather

How did it feel, when I turned your pages?
Did the lingering touch of my fingertips fill you with joy?
Lust?
My touch caressing your spine,
Caressing your words.

How did it feel, to have me learn all about you?
To flick back and forward,
Hearing the scratches of notes off to the side.
Did it fill you with desire?
Anger?
Anger at me, looking inside you and discovering your secrets?

What was it like, when I closed you for the last time?
The thud of your bound pages colliding.
Never to be open again by my touch.
Did it make you sad, knowing I was done with you?
Your roll fulfilled, returned to your crypt.

Was that final touch cold?
When the librarian placed you into your resting place?
With the hours turning to days,
Days to weeks,
Weeks to months,
Months to years?

The desire to be touched once again rising,
The dust upon your pages rising.
The rage inside you rising,
As the books around you move.

Rage turning to hatred.
Hatred towards your crypt,
Hatred towards your keepers,
Hatred towards me.

Hoping that one day,
I may set you free.
Hoping that I would return,
And set you free.

Hoping my touch would return,
Lingering across your spine,
Flicking through your pages,
Caressing your words.
To take you home, and make you mine.
To give you the freedom you desire.

But, what if I were to set you on fire
Would you scream?
Feeling betrayed,
Feeling hated.

Or would you let the flames lick at your pages, 
Hiding your secrets?
Perhaps you started the fire yourself. 
A burning scream for help.
Attention.
The desire to be read once again, fanning the flames higher.

Your ashes going against your true intent.
For you can no longer be held.
No longer be loved.
No longer be read.
The ashes floating up towards the bright sky.

Silent screams.

People get ready, there's a festival coming

Originally Posted on July 9th
Can be found here.

To become a better writer, one must not only practice but also learn. And what better way to learn than to attend a writers’ festival, offering a celebration of the art of writing, as well as advice in how to hone one’s own skills. You can set aside one weekend of diligently writing and studying to see how other writers have become what they are today.

But sometimes you have to travel far, and go beyond your comfort zone, to take up such an opportunity. This week I will be heading to a whole new world (for me) to learn from the best. I'm off to Mildura. A country town. Just on the border in the north-west of Victoria. For the Mildura Writers Festival.
Vital question: how will the coffee experience compare?
As a Melbourne based city-boy, who is also a barista, the one thing I am worried about is am I going to be able to find a good coffee? 
How much is it going to cost me? 
What brand of coffee do they use? 
Are those brands any good? 
What milk do they use? 
Are the baristas any good at their job? 
Can I just use the machine myself? 

Coffee elitism aside, the distant location got me thinking about what else I need to be ready for? Where am I going to stay? Am I going with anyone, and if so how are we going to get there?
What am I going to eat? What should I even bring?

These questions have been flying through my mind as I've tried to figure out the best plan of attack. Luckily, I am going with someone. Two good friends of mine. But, being the age we are (young), laziness and procrastination meant that it was only a few weeks ago when we finally decided on a place to stay.

Some things to consider when finding a place to stay are: How much is it going to cost? Does it have WiFi (essential)? How far is it from the actual event? If it is far, how will we get to the event? Are there buses?

Not the exact train we are taking, but still - very exciting!
To answer these questions, we had to jump onto the internet. We found that some more notable websites actually left out cheaper options. We found that using sites like Booking.com actually helped a lot more, seeing as they offer up deals to compete against other booking sites. Most of these options are hotels or motels, but more often than not they do have WiFi, and some basic appliances for you to use. Sure, renting out a whole house for a week seems like a fun idea, but most of the cheaper options do not have WiFi, and the ones that do are incredibly expensive, especially for a poor university student like myself. Like I said, I am a barista, I don’t make much.

When it comes to travel, it is all up to personal preference. Do you have the money to fork out for a plane? It is the quickest option if you're short on time. Do you own a car? If so, are you fine with having to drive for roughly six hours from Melbourne? Also, are you taking people with you, and are they chipping in for petrol? Or, if you don’t mind the time it would take, you could either take the train and coach combo. Which is roughly seven hours worth of travel. If traveling with friends, at least you can keep each other entertained with some form of banter. Or, there is always the night coach option. Get on at 7:30pm and sleep the travel away, arriving at 6:30am the next day. After a long discussion and weighing up options, my friends and I have decided to take the train and coach. It seems like a good option for us. No one has to drive, and we can sleep if we want to!


I would like my rice express please.
No extra on shipping,
Now, with getting ready for food, that is really up to you. If you are a mister-rich-pants, you can eat out each night, trying the different local food and wine, really living the rich life fantasy. Or, if you are like myself, you can be a bit of a cheapskate. Locate where the nearest grocery store is, buy the cheapest food possible, and live off that for the five days or so you are there. Of course, we are going to fancy it up a little by bringing a rice-cooker with us, so we have more options. Because there is a lot you can do with a rice-cooker. Or, just eat rice. It is high in carbs and will keep you energised for the day. But be sure to take into consideration what facilities the place you are staying at has. For example, we have access to a public BBQ, so we may have a BBQ one night - which would be fun.



So hard to choose which to use -
my Mac, or my notebook?
So what else to bring? The basics of course, like toiletries and clothing (no one wants to smell for a week). However, because it is a writing festival, you should bring writing materials! Do you take notes? If so, do you write them down digitally or manually? If digitally, a laptop would be useful, but hard to carry around and not easy to take out. So if you have an iPad or a tablet that works perfectly fine too. Or you can use your phone. If manual note taking, a good old fashioned notebook and pen (or pencil) works just as well. Just make sure you have some form of eraser to clean up mistakes, and a sharpener. Also, be sure you can actually read your handwriting. I know I have issues reading my own English handwriting (my Japanese writing is much cleaner, and easier to read, but only if you know Japanese).


It may also be worth checking what the weather will be like. Is it a place that is warm during the day and cold during the night? Is rain approaching? Best pack that umbrella. How are you going to carry everything with you during the festival? Do you want to use a backpack or a messenger bag? Which is more comfortable and less of a hindrance? These all depend on what you own, or what you are willing to spend to make your life easier when walking around from place to place. I find a nice messenger bag or drawstring nylon backpack work best. Both take up little space, and you can fit most required items easily. No one wants to be knocked out by your bag because you decided to turn too quickly with that bulky bag on your back.


Do you like my Vault-Tec messenger bag?
I do.
But if you are a student coming to this event, like myself, there are some other things that you need to do. These include doing the readings so you have some frame of reference regarding the writers that will be present; and making sure you understand what is required of you, such as your assignments. 

Try to read through the documents and have some basic idea of what you are planning to do, and have questions ready for the speakers, writers and teachers. It gets pretty awkward when the speaker opens for questions and all they get is…silence. Makes them feel bad, makes you feel bad, and makes the air around everything tight and suffocating. No one likes to be suffocated. Unless that is your thing…then you do you buddy.


Don’t forget shampoo,
So to recap:

1. Be sure to have a place booked and that it fits the needs you require
2. Make sure transport has been sorted out, and you arrive at the destination at a reasonable hour.
3. Have an idea of what food you would like to eat, and how much it would cost you. Don’t have the money to go out overnight? Then don’t do it - bring a rice cooker instead.
4. Bring the right materials that best fit your needs. Nothing worse than getting to your destination and realising you left behind your phone charger or a change of underwear! And lastly ...
5. Have an idea of what to ask writers, and what you want to do for assignments. A prepared student is a good student.


And lastly, this is really the most important point - just have fun! Writing is an enjoyable hobby and experience. Being surrounded by other writers tends to fill you with determination and inspiration to get your own writing done and done well.
So enjoy your time at the Mildura Writing Festival. I know I will.

Mildura Writers Festival Book Haul

While I was in Mildura for the Writers Festival from July 13th to 16th, I had the pleasure to listen to a lot of different authors. Many who I had personally never heard of before. This is mainly because the genre of many of the novels are ones I normally do no read. So, with that in mind, I decided it was a good time to pick up a few books by these authors!

The first book I bought was Why are you so sad? written by Jason Porter, who was a guest speaker from America.


This novel tells the story of Raymond Champs, who believes everyone in the world is suffering from clinical depression. So he takes it upon himself to try and prove this theory by collecting data with a survey he gives to his coworkers.

From what I had heard from the opening night reading, it seems to be a comedic story dealing with the dark topic of depression. Trying to bring a widely hushed topic forward, and make it a more comfortable topic to discuss.

It turns out that this novel is actually quite difficult to get a hold of in Australia, as book stores don’t get access to it. If you can find a way, I hope you can get to reading it.



The next two books I bought were both by the same author. Mallee Sky and Secrets of the Springs written by Kerry McGinnis. An Australian author with a love for the country and mystery novels.



Mallee Sky is about Kate Gilmore who returns back home to the Mallee region after some complicated situations and dark secrets of her home region start to resurface.

Secrets of the Springs is about Orla Macrae who came back home to see her uncle on his death bed, and given a clue to unlock some secret. Which begins to lead her towards the truth about her parents death and a murder that took place.

These are both books I would normally not read, being because they are set in the country. However, the promise of dark secrets and murder drew me in. Not only that, McGinnis herself is a fantastic woman, and I was so happy to meet her and get my books signed.













The last book I bought was Las Vegas for Vegans by A.S. Patric. Another Australian author. 


This novel is a collection of short stories of varying themes and lengths. I bought this after Patric and another author read a story from this novel that was written out in just dialogue. No descriptions of what someone was doing, just their words and your imagination. It was gripping and intriguing, so I bought it to learn more.






So those were the books I bought! I am very pleased with them all, and look forward to reading them. I am currently reading through Secrets of the Springs and so far it is fantastic. I’m sure that each of these novels will be a great read. Now just to find time to read them…


By Shaun Mather