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Comment — May 25

The person behind the poem

By Koraly Dimitriadis

How many times have you heard a poem and felt like you knew the poet? After all, they penned those words together, like they were dictating them from their very own soul, so that must be who they are, right? But is this correct? Is the person and the poem the same thing?

This is what I set out to explore in my new screen project, Koraly: a mockumentary, I wonder if they’ll make a TV show. After completing my first short films called The Good Greek Girl Film Project, where I turned four of my poems into films, after analysing them sometime later, I realised they only captured a very tiny fraction of who I was as a person. In fact, they only really captured a specific point in time, a fleeting emotion, yet because they had been turned into poems or films, they became so much bigger than that. This confused me. Poetry is an expression of emotions and feelings, so how can they be so different from who I am in my everyday life? And if these poems were so different from me, how many other poets have I misjudged based on their poetry?

Bravery, anger, control: these are just some of the traits I exhibit in my poetry. Shy, quiet, reserved is my reality. Poets call me the ‘angry’ poet or ‘sex’ poet. My poetry can be really sexual, but in reality I struggle to talk about sex even with friends. Can poetry sometimes be the opposite of who we are? Are we living out our dreams on stage because we fall short in our lives? Or, by performing our poetry on stage, is it our way of pushing ourselves forward, striving to be the person we want to be?

Performance poets tend to have what I like to call a performance persona. I guess we are the lucky poets because our poetry doesn’t just exist on the page, only to be read in dry, monotone voice like some traditional poets. We are lucky because when we perform we add a layer to our words by the way we perform, express, embody our poems. But this performance can actually be a separate entity entirely from th

Comment — May 23

Write what may – how to overcome writer’s block

By Farah Beaini

Ah, writer’s block. Death knell of creativity, sedater of my inner muse, how I despise thee. 

But despite your best attempts at thwarting my ‘genius’, I know I will persevere. Because first and foremost, writing is about being patient with something you love to do: 

You have to simply love writing, and you have to remind yourself often that you love it – Susan Orlean (author and staff writer for The New Yorker)

And the best starting point to writing is knowing first what makes you tick,  because ultimately, that is how you can write from a position of strength, and in the process, overcome whatever it is that blocks or stops you from writing. After all:

Each of us has a unique way of seeing life and this is a best place to write from. – Kylie Supski (Melbourne spoken word poet)

This is why so many writing workshops begin with the you – where you came from, what your name means and what inspires you. While this is a good foundation, I encourage you to dig deeper and honestly ask yourself: 

Why do you write in the first place? Why don’t you write? When do you find yourself writing the least?  When do you find yourself writing the most?

For me, I don’t write when I am caught in life’s ‘heavies’, those messy strings that need time to untangle. When I am busy comparing myself to others, walking away from a poetry performance and thinking: “Wow, how could I ever write that?!”  

Because nothing kills your creativity like pointing a gun to your head loaded with the bullet: “I am not good enough.”

I write least when my sister’s cat jumps onto my laptop and decides that her paw patters can do better. When I come home too late from my analytically-focused full-time job, too tired to think of anything beyond the yawning covers of my bed.

On the flip side, I write to express myse