The fruits Malika Booker 's workshop yesterday made public last night at The Food Foundry. Malika had got the group writing about "a single moment, narrow and deep". The writers flung down raw words and crafted them into a finished piece, which they then practised to the point of before-the-mic-total-confidence. The result was material from the heart and well delivered: a long way to have come in a couple of hours, especially for those who had never written poetry before.
Anyway, here's some photos snapped.
The writers took the mic in groups of four. Faridah Manaf is in the centre, and that's a bit of Reuben on the right. (Who is the lady in white?)
Rauf Fadzillah in mid flow.
... and her notebook. (A study in creativity!)
Where there's poetry there must be Sharanya.
Malika wrapped up the evening with a short performance of some of her work ... the story about her mother giving away the cat before she was born, the story of a silver bracelet ... and a colourful monologue telling the story of a shipboard romance ...
Patricia Low, Reuben (front) and Branavan captured after the performance. Young playwrights and performers for The Oral Stage, and now adding "poet" to their CV's!
There's more to come about Malika soon. I interviewed her yesterday for Starmag and it was a chat that left me much inspired ...
Lainie has a video of Malika on her blog!