The Last Assignment. Ever.

The year is drawing to a close (about 5 months too late on my internal clock) and as such end-of-the-year things are happening. This post is the last of my portfolio requirements for the Journalism and Media Studies Writing and Editing three course I’m doing.

The brief was hideously simple – reflect on the semester. I was expecting to write a long, formal academic essay, referencing ‘writing theorists’ (actually, do these exist?!) and generally not being allowed to express subjectivity 😦 .

But, thankfully, we had free reign with the form and structure of the essay. I’ve written my essay just as I write my diary entries – time, date, place at the top, and a short sentence contextualising the diary entry (think of it as a very informal sub-heading).

I just love this picture. It bears no relevance on anything in this post, really. Photo credit: https://www.facebook.com/1448155188803544/photos/pb.1448155188803544.-2207520000.1414785269./1493636920922037/?type=1&theater

I just love this picture. It bears no relevance to anything in this post, really.

I’ve attached a pdf of my final assignment.

[Note: It’s kinda sad and a bit ranty so read it at your own peril.]

The writer’s beach

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Zadie Smith, English novelist, essayist and all-round literary bad-ass wrote a brilliant essay that was recently published din the New York Times. Called “Find Your Beach” this relatively short essay is, according to Brian Pickings, “about Manhattan, about our modern compulsions, about the artist and the anguish of the American Dream.

Now, I’ve lived in South Africa my entire life and have never been to Manhattan ever, or to England (which she references in juxtaposition to America) yet I find her words surprisingly easy to relate to. Any wordsmith can identify with what Smith says on the supposed need for self-actualization and how that need is a delicately constructed ‘want’, or how the Self reigns Queen in a society that prioritizes the individual over the communal, without authentic integration with the Self..

The society we live in is paradoxical and nonsensical – for many writers, including myself, we write to make sense of it all. This essay succinctly highlights those dichotomies and weaves in the narrative of the good life to boot.

5 Reasons Buzzfeed Isn’t Actually Journalism

[Warning: rant]

Social media platforms are saturated with content with Buzzfeed and I hate it (Although as this video shows, I’m not the only one who hates it). Buzzfeed propagates and disseminates some of the most useless and annoyingly shallow information I have ever had the displeasure of reading.  This article about Kim Kardashian’s supposed Blackberry hoarding is just the tip of the iceberg (of bad writing).

Buzzfeed never proclaims to be a bastion of journalistic integrity but seeing as they use words to peddle their wares, I take offence at how poorly constructed most of their content is. Buzzfeed is the popular kid who doesn’t have innate talent or skill – popularity for popularity’s sake.

So in true Buzzfeed style, I present you with a list of reasons why Buzzfeed isn’t actually journalism, nor good writing.

  • Many articles function as teasers to other media, which isn’t multimedia journalism. It’s more like a goodie bag of disparate forms of media.
  • Many stories deal with celebrity inanities – unproblematised and without any sense of nuance.
  • Stories are packaged in a visually attractive way  but the structure of writing renders the meaning and angle superfluous. This ties to my belief that words arranged beautifully and eloquently need less bells and whistles.
  • Their relationship with the advertising world is quite sketchy. Objectivity and neutrality cannot be sustained in such environments.
  • Valourisation of popular culture does nothing for the collective internet intellect. Good writing isn’t boring or dull.

Clothes for a cause

[PHOTO SERIES: Pop-up Street Store]

A pop-up store that provides for street people instead of hipsters starved for vintage hand-me-downs

This concept was created by Max Pazak and Kayli Levithan, two Cape Townians who came up with the idea of ‘the world’s first rent-free, premises-free, free pop-up clothing store for the poor’ when observing street people on their way to and from work. This video explains more behind the two philanthropists and their intentions with the open-source project.

The Grahamstown rendition of the Street Store was an altogether less friendly space than that described in Cape Town. A small group of concerned Rhodes University students ran the Street Store and although eager to help, their efforts seemed to aggravate some Grahamstown residents, especially those whom the store was targeted at. These photo’s illustrate some of the highs and lows from the day.

All pictures taken by Youlendree Appasamy (yes, that’s me).

The Street Store took place on the 11 October on High Street, Grahamstown.

The Street Store took place on the 11 October on High Street, Grahamstown.

A view from above the bustling Street Store. Turn-out to the store was deemed "better than expected" by one volunteer.

A view from above the bustling Street Store. Turn-out to the store was deemed “better than expected” by one volunteer.

Many residents disliked the fact that a queue was necessary. The queue to receive clothing peaked at around midday.

Many residents disliked the fact that a queue was necessary. The queue to receive clothing peaked at around midday.

Although not without it's problems, the Street Store managed to partially deliver on its promise of "uniting the 'haves' with the 'have-nots'" in Grahamstown.

Although not without it’s problems, the Street Store managed to partially deliver on its promise of “uniting the ‘haves’ with the ‘have-nots'” in Grahamstown.

Two children excitedly scramble to find a warm item of clothing in the Kid's Clothing section.

Two children excitedly scramble to find a warm item of clothing in the Kid’s Clothing section.

Winter seems a warmer prospect to this young child.

Winter seems a warmer prospect to this young child.

Gazing onto the Sea of Quotes

4. Any items that illuminate your day, your understanding, your relationship with the world, your life as a writer

Under this missive, I present to you A Sea of Quotes.  This clunky looking website contains a plethora of beautifully and skillfully arranged words that re-inspire me to write and read as much as humanely possible. A Sea of Quotes consists of extracts from books and quotes from poems. This website is a compendium of reader’s favourite passages and lines.

This is from Neruda's poem "Clenched Soul".

This is from Neruda’s poem “Clenched Soul”. A Sea of Quotes consists of pages and pages of the best pieces of writing and poetry in the English language.

The gems I find on this website usually lead to me writing my own prose, so take a look and it may cure your writer’s block 🙂

Mental illness and women – an issue for the intersectional feminist

As I have previously mentioned, this blog will be a platform for both my mental meanderings and for more ‘formal’ coursework purposes. I have created a curation piece on Storify called “Mental health is a feminist issue”, which is mandatory for Journalism and Media Studies 3. It problematises some recent instances of men’s mental health issues in the media. Ya’ll can read it here.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

I wish I’d come up with the title of this post but that honour goes to Samuel Beckett, the amazing Irish playwright and writer. There is much more complexity underlying these six simple phrases. The fear of Failure, the fear of fearing Failure so much, has sometimes rendered me paralytic. Logically, being wary of Failure makes sense – if I want to succeed in this thing called life, I need to succeed in everything I do otherwise…well there is no option but to succeed. Or so I thought, for a long time. Failure became this baddie that tracked me, traced my movement in life and with every achievement Failure was cast back into the shadows. However, the fear of Failure was never completely banished. When I had not been acknowledged in achieving some milestone in my life, I would feel Failure biting my heels. Academic achievement was always a big aspect of my life – fear of not meeting someone else’s randomly assigned standard drove me to excel. In this way I would stave off the feeling of being a ‘failure’.

Failure, in picture form. Tim Burton drew this lovely little sketch.

Failure, in picture form. Tim Burton drew this lovely little sketch.

However, Failure and the fear of it didn’t magically vanish when I saw the faults in academic valourisation. The fear transmuted itself into something else I judge myself on, which are my writing skills (or lack thereof?!). Self-deprecation and fear of failure are uneasy bedfellows in my mind and these two walked in tandem in rendering my relationship with writing as distinctly troubled. At the start of my university daze, I realised that failure wasn’t going away any time soon. Alexander Pope said it best with the phrase: “to err is human”. It is human to both fear failing and to fail. I have failed many times – from *that* AP Maths test in high school to disappointing those close to me (which I see as failing others). Fear of failure isn’t something unique to me and isn’t something escapable by being a successful human being (what is that, even?).

The shift in my thinking about failure hasn’t increased or decreased my successes but it has influenced how I deal with the times I do fail. Failure is still hobbling after me, trying to steal my shine. I realise and, importantly, accept that. And that has only come about because I became aware of why I fear failing. Once you know how and why your mind ticks over, you can become much better at dealing with emotionality. I’m not advocating hulksmashing emotions or programming feelings out of the equation, but rather letting feelings wash over you. Acknowledge their presence and understand why they’re there. The next step is doing something about it.

Things I do when fear of failing/generally failing life gets out of hand:

  • Bake
  • Cry
  • Journal
  • Walk
  • Talk to myself (sometimes to others)
  • Watch Black Books
  • Eat baked goods 🙂

It is because of that acceptance that fear of failure doesn’t leave me in a cold sweat all the time. As this tedx talk shows, fear of failure and failure itself can be put to constructive use. Experiencing failure is learning. Failure is no longer that dark brooding character living in the shadows of my success – Failure, is in fact, pivotal to success.