<description>The Electric Sea by Elizabeth Bourke by Emerging Writers' Festival</description>

The Electric Sea by Elizabeth Bourke by Emerging …

The Electric Sea by Elizabeth Bourke by Emerging Writers' Festival

The Electric Sea by Elizabeth Bourke

<description>Judgement Day by Katy Chan by Emerging Writers' Festival</description>

Judgement Day by Katy Chan by Emerging Writers' F…

Judgement Day by Katy Chan by Emerging Writers' Festival

Judgement Day by Katy Chan

<description>Declamation 
	The writing of an elegy
The passing of a world within the mind.
	What could the new world mean to you?
		infinite, inexhaustible, strange, untamed.
	        It struggles against daily the constraints of what is already declared real.
	        It struggles against daily the tepid enoughness.
	    It speaks diminishing languages in an enchanted way,
	    the languages of play, the languages of imagination, pleasure and dedication                                                      		 growing its power within a new rhythm.
	Its enemy is sameness. Boredom, disillusionment. Alienation.
	Its enemy is sterility, it wants what is waved away and 
      declared as nothing: no art without work, no work without employment, no  	      employment without a pledge of loyalty. Loyalty to being hardworking,		      
loyalty to your society, which tells you there is

             no education without usefulness. no usefulness without productivity. 
      no productivity without guilt. no day goes by 
without the guilt of wanting to do more. there’s always self improvement, you can always be better, because what you bring to life itself is not enough, or so they say. 
      you need more than 3 years for an entry level role. you need to work three times as hard     as the next person
        who is trying to monetise three of their hobbies. 

      But this new world calls to me too, and tells me something I feel is true:
time that needs to be invested is robbed of its timely quality. 
and leisurely respite is just a break from the beating.
That old world has a range of plastic medals -
One for career, one for family, and one for influence and mastery
these resemble premade products from a factory. 

I hear that new world as the elegy draws to a close.
I hear that a person’s spirit can be the source of a revolution.
A desire, an adventure, an openness and fluidity. Suggestion, intoxication, whimsy:
Surrealism, the mind turning to reveal its other side: 
the influence of intoxicating dreams
inspiring me to declaim that what is possible is wider than what is real.
And what is real is

	The writing of this declamation
That rouses the world within the mind.
	This world begins through enchantment,
		dark sea in the making,
							swelling and flooding and flooding.</description>

Declamation 
	The writing of an elegy
The passing…

Declamation 
	The writing of an elegy
The passing of a world within the mind.
	What could the new world mean to you?
		infinite, inexhaustible, strange, untamed.
	        It struggles against daily the constraints of what is already declared real.
	        It struggles against daily the tepid enoughness.
	    It speaks diminishing languages in an enchanted way,
	    the languages of play, the languages of imagination, pleasure and dedication                                                      		 growing its power within a new rhythm.
	Its enemy is sameness. Boredom, disillusionment. Alienation.
	Its enemy is sterility, it wants what is waved away and 
      declared as nothing: no art without work, no work without employment, no  	      employment without a pledge of loyalty. Loyalty to being hardworking,		      
loyalty to your society, which tells you there is

             no education without usefulness. no usefulness without productivity. 
      no productivity without guilt. no day goes by 
without the guilt of wanting to do more. there’s always self improvement, you can always be better, because what you bring to life itself is not enough, or so they say. 
      you need more than 3 years for an entry level role. you need to work three times as hard     as the next person
        who is trying to monetise three of their hobbies. 

      But this new world calls to me too, and tells me something I feel is true:
time that needs to be invested is robbed of its timely quality. 
and leisurely respite is just a break from the beating.
That old world has a range of plastic medals -
One for career, one for family, and one for influence and mastery
these resemble premade products from a factory. 

I hear that new world as the elegy draws to a close.
I hear that a person’s spirit can be the source of a revolution.
A desire, an adventure, an openness and fluidity. Suggestion, intoxication, whimsy:
Surrealism, the mind turning to reveal its other side: 
the influence of intoxicating dreams
inspiring me to declaim that what is possible is wider than what is real.
And what is real is

	The writing of this declamation
That rouses the world within the mind.
	This world begins through enchantment,
		dark sea in the making,
							swelling and flooding and flooding.

Declamation by William Huang

<description>Four artists from UWRF and EWF appear in this transcontinental literary sound board. Investigating UWRF’s “powers within humans” (live, speak, think), these writers are called upon to artistically represent their connection to such powers.</description>

Four artists from UWRF and EWF appear in this tra…

Four artists from UWRF and EWF appear in this transcontinental literary sound board. Investigating UWRF’s “powers within humans” (live, speak, think), these writers are called upon to artistically represent their connection to such powers.

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