What was your early reading life like, what did you read and what books left an impact on you? How did you come to writing? Was there a pivotal moment when a lightbulb went off? Or, was it a gradual process?
I wrote a poem about this a few years ago and it answers your questions.
Why Literature Matters
Literature is a door.
Not one a carpenter gathers wood for,
But one that writers screw into your head,
As you read by your easy chair or bed.
Every page becomes a hinge in action;
You swing on its words
As you turn out the world.
I have been opening this door
Since I was seven. I had a severe
Deficiency of English then.
I was shy, brittle,
My voice hardly a spittle.
What changed was a book prize I won
In primary one. The title now escapes me.
But it showed me an escape door.
It drew – no, threw – me down a corridor
Where characters talk, words ring
and rhythm sings. I followed, intrigued.
And so a life in books began.
From Enid Blyton to Hardy Boys,
Nancy Drew to the Bobbsey Twins,
I was a book worm on a binge,
Making a meal of a book a day.
More when my eyes didn’t give way.
My appetite grew as I buffet-ate
Till I became plump in the head.
I ate so I could stay alive
To eat more stories. By thirteen,
I was so full the only way
To exercise was to write,
Till the stories flushed out my head.
By nineteen, I knew
What I was meant to be,
This boy who once spoke only Cantonese
Now speaking the language
Of trapdoors. Slowly, I picked
It up and picked it apart. I picked
At it till I was worthy to be picked.
I even had my poems printed
In the papers. So proud
And loud was my mother,
She had the pieces laminated.
By twenty-five, I had swelled
From my readings in the university.
I learnt from the best,
From Shakespeare, Hardy and Joyce,
To Conrad, Lee Tzu Pheng and Eliot.
I am now a carpenter myself,
Thirteen books to my name,
Still building doors for others.
Each door is a chance, a task,
A sign to ask yourself, in silence,
who you are, why you are,
so you can uncover, at last,
In the only way that makes sense
Why Literature matters.
Tell us about your latest book. What are its themes and techniques?
My latest collection of poetry, B-Sides and Backslides: 1986-2018, was published at the end of August last year (2018). You could say it was, in the most Catholic way, an accidental child (since my creativity is not known to practice birth control!).
In January, I was going through old drafts of poems for examples I could show my creative writing students. The lesson was something about hoarding hardcopy drafts because you’d never know how valuable they’d be on eBay after you’re dead and gone. Many of these pieces were, not surprisingly, either unfinished, unpolished or left to cobweb over time. Re-reading them (some could be carbon-dated to the 1980s), I finally saw how they could be cleaned up. It was as though they needed to collect years of dust so I could finally see their potential clearly.
Borrowing the idea of musicians like the Beatles releasing albums of B-sides, I put the collection together over several weeks, gathering more recent poems and those fostered out to various anthologies but have never lived under one roof in my name. So, the volume is really my work over some 32 years, an eclectic (some would say eccentric) mixed-bag of styles, themes, voices and forms.
Where does this book fit in contemporary Singaporean literature? Here, I am wondering about the work of peers that you like, and the broader ecosystem in which you work?
I’m probably not the best, nor the most objective person, to assess where this new book fits in contemporary Singaporean literature. But if I could extend your analogy of the ecosystem – it’s mostly likely a bottom-feeder, since it’s adept at salvaging and surviving on odds and ends.
What would you like to share with emerging writers? Do you have any advice on what it takes to publish and become a writer?
I often offer three pieces of advice for young writers:
For writers who want their work to be published, I often pose them three questions:
- Why do you want to be published?
- What do you have to say to the world that’s worth saying?
- How do you know you would not disown this manuscript ten years from now?
And, finally, can you explain your future literary plans? Are you working on anything specific at the moment?
I’ve been collaborating with two wonderfully-talented musicians, Natalie Ng and Mervin Wong. It’s hard to pin a genre on our work because it’s part soundscape, part spoken-word poetry and part classical music. Which is why we name our art collective Osmosis. So far, we’ve had positive feedback to our performances. This year, we’re due to perform at two festivals in Singapore, in March and July.
In addition, because of my creatively promiscuous nature, I will collaborate with two other musicians who will turn lyrics I have written into songs. Our showcase is called Same Words, Different Songs and – if it is not jinxed by my big mouth blabbing about it here – will take place at the Esplanade in March.
It seems my work is increasingly veering into the performative arts, as I’ve also penned a three-act poetic monologue, which might be staged at some point this year, if all the stars and my Hail Marys are aligned. I will also be launching two children’s picture books, if all comes to pass.