| Monday, October 11, 2004; I am touring the Niagara Fall from the Canadian side. The long bridge that you see is connecting Ontario, Canada and the New York State, USA. The waterfall is in front of me. I was then going to attend the American Translators Association Annual Conference in Toronto, October 13-17, 2004. The first time I visited the Niagara Fall was in summer 2000, with my sons Mohamed and Ibrahim, and from both visits, the image of the torrential water evoked my memory of the English poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" in its verse: 'Water, water, every where,' 'Water, water, every where.' |
| Dear Friends and Visitors: Thank you for visiting my website, HOUSE OF CREATIVE WRITING. I hope you have been doing well with your life, career and family, wherever you reside. I welcomed the new year 2007 with upbeat feelings and lots of hope. In the past year, as always, I have retained my many clients and have also added new ones. I have also built stronger working and friendly relationships with other linguists, writers, poets, scholars, and business people, in that we support and recommend each other, as well as learn from each other. Last March, I went to New York for a one day trip to visit the British Consulate in Manhattan, and I also arranged to meet with the translator May Wanhamid, who lives in this cosmopolitan state. May, who is also a Malay and Indonesian translator, and I have known each other personally for quite a long time. Some translation companies have used us both as a pair, translator-editor, in their translation projects. I am always delighted to work with May, who is an excellent linguist. That day, we had very enjoyable and fruitful conversations, first at a cafe over coffee, and then at a restaurant over a delicious seafood luncheon. At the end of the day, she accompanied me to the China Town of New York, to catch my bus to return to Washington. Next month, May, I will be traveling to Bermuda for work as well as for vacation, altogether for 10 days. My sons, Mohamed and Ibrahim, as they have often accompanied me in my travel, will be joining me in the last 5 days. I usually strive to bring my children whenever possible, as part of their education and growing up. Umar, who is now 11, will remain in Washington, since he is still too dependent to bring in a working trip like this. Ibrahim, who is finishing his Senior High School this semester, has been accepted at the Michigan Technological University where he is going to major in business. Last March, he flew to Houghton for a weekend to attend the "Preview Day" for accepted students, and he e-mailed me from there that he immediately liked the city, the university and its community, that he made a decision to pursue his studies there, and not at other universities that have also accepted him. Washington, DC now is blooming and blossoming with varieties of colorful flowers decorating the city. With summer coming, people who love gardening, have started planting flowers and plants that will last through the beginning of the fall. My perennial stargazer lilies in the two crimson barrels in the front stairs, seem to have surfaced and are growing slowly. Now and then, the squirrels will drop by to gnaw the roots, and I will chase them annoyingly. With me, as from year to year, I will surely be planting green yams, besides other flowers, such as yellow and orange-crimson marigolds and pink carnations, maybe. I keep choosing to plant yams from spring to summer from year to year, because, aside from its bright green color that soothes eyes, the leaves, when plenty, can be picked and made into a delicious vegetable dish. The Maine Avenue fish market in my neighborhood remains crowded by shoppers and visitors, who come to buy varieties of seafood: fish, shrimps, crabs, squids, mussels, you name it! Some of them come to shop and bring them home; many of them buy the cooked shrimps and steamed crabs, with roasted or boiled corns, to eat right on the spot or at benches by the Potomac river banks. What amazes me with this seafood market is the availability of crabs, the Maryland crabs, the sellers say, all year long. I especially like to buy the female crabs, because of the inviting and delicious orange web of eggs. The Waterfront, as we call it here, in southwest Washington, DC, is a bustling and vibrant community along the Potomac river. Strolling by the river banks, you can see many boats floating, a classic sight in summer. Along the Water Street, a chain of famous seafood restaurants, such as Pier 7, Phillips Restaurant, Zanzibar, and Jenny's Chinese Restaurant, are never deserted. Phillips Seafood Restaurant is my favorite, as with only $14.99 you can have a feast of 'all-u-can-eat' buffet lunch of varieties of seafood, including vegetables, fruits and desserts. Since I am an islander, grew up by the sea, seafood has always attracted my appetite, than poultry or meat. One thing that I am most proud of my neighborhood is that we have our very own university, which is the Southeastern University. It is only 2 minutes walk from my house. Having taught at a university myself in my home country, Indonesia, I value and take pride in living nearby this institution. It is a small, private university, but its students come from many countries, such as China, Vietnam, India, Pakistan, even Indonesia! Not to mention from several African countries. Every spring, the university holds their International Festival, and I never fail to attend. Washington, DC, is a pretty city, which always attracts visitors from other states and countries, regardless whatever season it is. Being the capital, it picks people's curiosity. In spring, the Cherry Blossom Festival becomes the magnet; in summer and fall, the several Smithsonian museums, the American Folklife Festival, the Old Post Office Pavilion, the National Zoo, the Botanical Garden, the National Arboretum, the White House, the Capitol Building, the Library of Congress, the many historical monuments and memorials, are the destinations. And best of all, visits to almost all museums and memorials in Washington, DC are free; different, for example, from my visits to museums in New York and Atlanta, where I had to pay. As I am writing this, spring has arrived, as has April, too. We, in the literary world, celebrate "April, the National Poetry Month," and for this, I have made an arrangement to interview my poet colleagues at the Federal Poets, Blair Ewing and Judith McComb, for my radio program. Speaking about the writing world, I already received, sometime ago, the catalog of Iowa Summer Writing Festival from The University of Iowa. I still remember fondly the 9 summer days in 2005, when I took two advanced poetry workshops, by Karen Subach and Jan Weissmiller. From the new catalog, I see that the two poets and writers are giving their courses as well this summer. In the poetry courses that I took two summers ago, I met and learned from other poets and our instructors; as well as enjoyed what the famous city of writers, Iowa City, has to offer. University of Iowa has a very well-known reputation of having a very strong creative writing program. My teachers were very kind and supportive, so were all my classmates. Jan Weissmiller patiently guided us on how to trim our long poems to shorter and more powerful and effective forms. You can compare yourself this poem of mine "The Unrequited Love" BEFORE and AFTER trimming in her class. Karen Subach, knowing that I am a Muslim -- and judging from her expression, it's rare that a Muslim poet takes her poetry class -- was exceptionally encouraging. Repeatedly, in different occasions, when she and I had our own time to exchange words, such as during her conference with me, she expressed: "When I read your folder, I told myself, this is finally a woman who is going to open many people's eyes about Islam through her poetry." And I felt very humbled. It just happens that in the past few years, I have been engaged in an Islamic poetry writing project, and I brought with me few of them to share and for critique in our workshop. The two titles that especially attract attention are: "Min Ay Balad Antum?" in Weissmiller's class, from the notes that I received from my classmates; and "Makkah Al-Mukarramah" discussed in Subach's class. When we parted in our farewell party, again Subach said: "Ninie, thank you so much for sharing and opening your friends' eyes about your culture." And I knew she genuinely meant it. Subach herself meet international Muslim students frequently, according to her, at the Westminster College, Salt Lake City, Utah. I hoped to be a better and more productive poet, implementing what I have learned and absorbed in Iowa. It's not easy, especially since I have already had my own style and background of what I called the 'Eastern way of expression.' I found the American approach is very direct and immediate, seeking to express the moment's image, gearing to the end result, which, by the way, has its own merit. "Less is more," the classmate next to me emphasized. Whereas, mine tends to be lengthy, in emotion, words and sound play. Some of my poems are short, but many of them are lengthy, when I want to tell a story. Often the language of expression I use is uncomplicated, almost like a prose. But that's just it! That's how a prose poem style emerged. One thing, for sure, I am not going to stop only at Iowa City in searching to perfect my poetry craft. I shall keep learning from many sources. The Poet Laureate Rabindranath Tagore once said that 'When you seek knowledge, you must be humble.' And I keep that in mind. One thing I surely want to do, I hope to return, Insha Allah, on God willing, to the Festival in Iowa in the future years. Like a traveler who thirsts for water, I am continuously feeling thirsty of knowledge and anxious to fill in as much as possible. Now that summer is approaching, everybody is happy to be able to enjoy more sun, longer day time, do more outdoor activities and have more opportunities to explore things, hobbies, and places. At present, I am already making plan for the "4th Annual Summer Poetry Reading and Story-telling" that I will be hosting in August, Insha Allah, on God willing. The challenge in summer, though, is how to keep cool when it already becomes too hot, in order to stay comfortable, so as to keep going for our work, studies, and families. Therefore, among the busy schedules, let's take good care of ourselves, and I wish you have a good year and good luck in your endeavor! With warm regards and continued success throughout the year 2007. Ninie G. Syarikin House of Creative Writing Spring 2007 |