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The Reading that was on the 13th

It turned out to be a good experience, all my fears notwithstanding. Six people, not including the four readers, our lecturer and my mother, turned up. I managed to read at Western decibels, which gained me a sore throat, but I did read it at a pitch people could hear (rare occurrence by Hamp standards). Because I actually arrived last, I was also placed to read last. This meant that I had to cut down on the poems I did get to read, but since I forgot to bring along my last two poems anyway, it was for the best.

I started out with Requiem Exhibit, War Memorial Museum, the long-ish list poem about my visit to the Ho Chi Minh War Memorial Museum (previously known as the American War Crimes Museum). It seemed appropriate. As it turned out, everyone else also began with war-related pieces. Andrew Cameron, our first reader, was reading an essay about his grandfather's involvement in Gallipoli. phoenikoi started out with a poem about the fruit basket of death. *ducks* Velma Duff had a story about Australian Defense Forces training in the outback.

I also got to read a very recent poem, Things to Do with a Dead Girl's Money, inspired by one of neuromance's lovely stories about life after dark in Tokyo from her recent trip there. I'm really glad she wrote what she did, and grateful she gave her blessings to actually read it. I hadn't shown it to anyone prior to this.

So, yes, interesting reading, and a very tiring day overall. We stayed to watch some of the events happening for Open Day, including the kendo exhibitions and a lion dance which made me really miss Chinese New Year in Sabah, where I spent about 4 years of my childhood. There, Chinese associations used to have lions and unicorns wandering from house to house during CNY, so it wasn't hard for me to see lots of different shows. My mother's alma matter was also home to the national Lion Dance Competition champions, so my primary school used to have trips to their gymnasium to watch the troupe at work. This is serious lion dancing, complete with posts, poles, chair stacks and pots. It's an amazing thing to hear the percussion involved. Part of the reason I really love the sound of large drums is because I spent my early childhood growing quite deaf on them. I still miss watching the telecasts of the National Lion Dance Competition from Genting every year.

There was a small set of songs by a local two-piece, Laliya. There was this amazing electric appalachian dulcimer, which had the richest range of sounds imaginable for an acoustic stringed instrument. I was mostly boggled by how anything like that could come out of something with four strings. We bought the CD after the show -- I should say more about that later.

At the end of my reading, a nice lady came up to say she liked our (me and phoenikoi's) poems, which I thought was sweet. Went home and slept clear into the next day, which was the best excuse I could come up for writing this so late.

Comments

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phoenikoi
Aug. 14th, 2006 11:42 am (UTC)
Dragons, there were dragons! No baskets were involved. :P
vampyrichamster
Aug. 14th, 2006 12:07 pm (UTC)
Well, I did suggest Dragon Fruit. :P
phoenikoi
Aug. 14th, 2006 12:24 pm (UTC)
But it's such a specific fruit! And I talked about apples and rambutans and possibly oranges. And wine.
countlibras
Aug. 14th, 2006 12:30 pm (UTC)
I'm glad the reading went well. You ought to have roadies who can set up a mic for you next time, so you don't get a sore throat. ;)
vampyrichamster
Aug. 14th, 2006 03:15 pm (UTC)
When I am rich and famous and not poor. *dreams*
morbidloren
Aug. 14th, 2006 01:12 pm (UTC)
Congratulations on your successful reading! Wish I could have been there in your audience.
vampyrichamster
Aug. 14th, 2006 03:16 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :)
I would be honoured, if such a time comes. But I am honoured enough at the thought!
eekers
Aug. 14th, 2006 05:30 pm (UTC)
Glad it went good :)

*wishes to read Things to Do with a Dead Girl's Money*
vampyrichamster
Aug. 14th, 2006 05:57 pm (UTC)
Ah, the wonderful cheer of seeing hamsters. :)=
PS: Check your mail.
eekers
Aug. 22nd, 2006 11:11 am (UTC)
I have read the poem many times now, I have to do that with poems, I dont know about you?, but once is never enough :) And I have to read it in different moods, and read different bits, at different paces, and focus on different words, and think :)
I want to know how she got the wallet in the first place? :)

I cant really offer you a "review"...but I like this poem very much. I like it because it introduced me to several new words. I like the structure of it. I like the feeling of it in my brain as I read it. I like how it felt like peeling off stickers as I read it. :) *hugs*
vampyrichamster
Aug. 22nd, 2006 12:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Eeks! I prefer a range of views, really, and I think it's often better when you come into a piece of writing without the oversophisticated talk that permeates some "reviews" out there. It's a clear, honest view. That's what matters. :)

I was hoping that I wouldn't be asked how the girl in the poem got the wallet. ^_^ I suppose we could assume she just sort of found it, and probably killed the owner...
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