Film adaptations of literary work and the relative involvement of the author are under much discussion this autumn: Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children, Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, and David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas. In our podcast, an extract from an exclusive interview for Words with JAM, David Mitchell discusses the cinematic representation of a book considered as 'unfilmable'.
Listen here and whet your appetite for the October issue of the magazine, where you will be able to read the full interview.
http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/player/web/2012-09-20T12_41_35-07_00
Showing posts with label Podcasts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Podcasts. Show all posts
Thursday, 20 September 2012
Monday, 20 August 2012
New Podcast: Imagine by Libby O'Loghlin
Everyone remembers what they were doing when the news broke: when Kennedy was shot, when Princess Diana died, when the first plane crashed into the World Trade Centre. Yet everyday lives continued with their own ups and downs. The Bridge House anthology On This Day brings us a collection of short stories about those everyday lives and how they are gently connected with a world-shattering event.
Imagine is one of these stories. It follows young Cleopatra Smith as she navigates school friendships, the demise of a terminally ill aunt and the death of John Lennon.
Libby O'Loghlin is an Australian who lives in Switzerland. A writer and editor by trade, she has taught scriptwriting at university level and writes regular reviews for UK gaming site, GamePeople. She is co-founder of the Nuance Words collective and co-curator of The Woolf literary e-zine.
You can listen to the podcast here: http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/entry/2012-08-20T01_29_45-07_00. If you enjoy what you hear, please let us know.
Imagine is one of these stories. It follows young Cleopatra Smith as she navigates school friendships, the demise of a terminally ill aunt and the death of John Lennon.
Libby O'Loghlin is an Australian who lives in Switzerland. A writer and editor by trade, she has taught scriptwriting at university level and writes regular reviews for UK gaming site, GamePeople. She is co-founder of the Nuance Words collective and co-curator of The Woolf literary e-zine.
You can listen to the podcast here: http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/entry/2012-08-20T01_29_45-07_00. If you enjoy what you hear, please let us know.
Tuesday, 17 July 2012
Podcast: Spirit of Lost Angels
Our latest podcast is an extract from the novel, Spirit of Lost Angels by Liza Perrat, read by the author.
Spirit of Lost Angels traces the journey of a bone angel talisman passed down through generations. The women of L'Auberge des Anges face tragedy and betrayal in a world where their gift can be their curse. Amidst the tumult of revolutionary France, this is a story of courage, hope and love.
You can listen to the podcast here: http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/entry/2012-07-17T02_39_10-07_00
You can read more about Spirit of Lost Angels and at Liza Perrat at www.lizaperrat.com. Liza is a member of the exciting new writers' collective, Triskele Books.
Wednesday, 22 February 2012
New Podcast: Restless Apple Jackson
Our latest podcast is a very funny short story by Lee Williams, read by the author.
On the Isle of Wight in the 19th Century, a parson finds himself inconvenienced when one of his flock declines to stay dead.
Lee Williams is a writer from the Isle of Wight in England. He has had a number of short stories published in print and online (most recently at the Cafe Irreal) and has received hundreds of encouragingly polite rejections from all over the world! His latest project is a spoof fantasy gamebook, 'The Tower of Clavius Boon'.
You can listen to it here: http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/
Don't forget, all our other fabulous podcasts are still available to listen to as well.
And if you like what you hear - don't forget to click the 'Like' button just underneath the 'Play' bar.
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Writing to Live Again
“As one writer put it, the rapt attention of an audience is like a mirror in front of her, reassuring her that, after all the horror and degradation, she is still, powerfully and triumphantly, alive.” [Sheila Hayman, Write to Life coordinator]
Freedom from Torture’s creative writing group Write to Life was set up by the playwright Sonja Linden eleven years ago. It began with just four writers and a couple of mentors and showed how writing can help survivors cope better with their pasts and with the present.
The group now comprises some 20 clients, all referred by counsellors who recognise that for some writing can heal like no other form of therapy. Their work is truly ground-breaking. Write to Life is possibly the only therapeutic writing group in the world dedicated specifically to survivors of torture.
Many of the writers are in what the group’s current coordinator, film maker and novelist Sheila Hayman, describes as ‘a state of petrifaction’, unable to work, endlessly waiting to hear if their asylum application has been accepted. Writing is something they can do anywhere, at any time. “All it takes is a pen and paper and enough peace to be able to let the words come out.”
We are privileged to be able to bring you a podcast that features performances from seven of Write to Life’s very talented poets. You can listen to the podcast at http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/.
I am alive*, by ‘Faith’ (Ethiopia)
I know*, by Tim (Congo)
What belongs to me*, by ‘Saber’
Drifting, by Stephen (Burundi)
I hear a voice, by ‘Uganda’
Glimpse*, by Stephanie (Cameroon)
My Hands*, by ‘Rocher’ (DRC)
The five starred poems can be read here.
I’m alive, by ‘Faith’ (Ethiopia)
I’m out of the way, far away
From the journey I used to walk
For years and years
In the darkness.
I am now here, bright
Under the light
With my own breath
With my own soul.
Like the giant hand of Atacama
My hand is my sign
Revealing who I am, where I’m going
My existence and my new life.
I’m breathing, growing up again
Like a plant, like a grain.
I have renewed my self,
I’m born again.
The sky is singing, the earth dancing
On the ground my shadow is moving.
This is the sign that I’m alive.
I know, by Tim (Congo)
I know half a loaf is better than nothing
But
Sometimes a whole loaf would be nice
I know peace is better than war
But
Why then is there war all over the world?
I know things will not always look rosy
But
It would be good if they did
I know life is a journey
But
It can be tiring, to travel all the time
I know that hope like a blazing candle can be
Put out in a moment
But
I also know that hope, like candle light
Can lead through dark moments
I know things can fall apart
But
They can also come together
I know we shall overcome some day
But
It will take a lot of work…
What Belongs to Me, by ‘Saber’
I came here on a day that nothing belonged to me
except my crutch, which at any time they could take from me
even though I could not walk without it.
On that day, things happened very quickly,
I was exhausted
but the time was very enjoyable
because every hour brought new things.
Bad or sad
Cold or warm,
Hunger and pleasure
New places... New people...New air!
But still, nothing belonged to me except my crutch.
I had brought many things with me;
my stories had a thousand colours, but my face had one, which was the colour of smoke.
I came here with the memory of those starless evenings which I had left; they did not belong to me.
I came here with the frightened smiles I’d found in the back of the lorry; I left them in the interview room; they did not belong to me.
I came here with my key in my pocket, the key of the small dark box which was full of white dreams; it did not belong to me.
Before I left my country I did not belong to myself, and nothing belonged to me.
I was owned by other people.
The day I came here, I owned nothing
and nothing belonged to me except my crutch...
the only thing that gives me direction
wherever I choose to go.
Glimpse, by Stephanie (Cameroon)
Looking around
I see nothing except my burden.
Everywhere seems dark, confined.
Like smoke from the chimney
I want to run out
Without remorse,
Leave everything behind
like birds in the sky
who fly free.
I want to turn my eyes
to a new horizon
fill my lungs with different air.
Like the sun rising
East to West, North to South,
Reaching every nook and cranny
I want to conquer the world
Leave my footprint everywhere.
****
I am still standing here
unable to cut the umbilical cord
so much to take care of.
But I know I belong here.
My Hands: by ‘Rocher’ (DRC)
Whenever I had done something naughty,
My mother used to shout,
Daughter, have you lost your head?
No mother.
One day, when I came to England
I felt terrible.
In this new country,
with a new foreign language,
there was nothing for me to do anymore.
This time, it was my hand I had lost.
Much as everyone talks about opportunity,
none of them seems to be for me.
I couldn't cook my food any more,
nor have a house to clean.
These hands, although they look like my Dad's hand,
they were no use to me now.
Freedom from Torture’s creative writing group Write to Life was set up by the playwright Sonja Linden eleven years ago. It began with just four writers and a couple of mentors and showed how writing can help survivors cope better with their pasts and with the present.
The group now comprises some 20 clients, all referred by counsellors who recognise that for some writing can heal like no other form of therapy. Their work is truly ground-breaking. Write to Life is possibly the only therapeutic writing group in the world dedicated specifically to survivors of torture.
Many of the writers are in what the group’s current coordinator, film maker and novelist Sheila Hayman, describes as ‘a state of petrifaction’, unable to work, endlessly waiting to hear if their asylum application has been accepted. Writing is something they can do anywhere, at any time. “All it takes is a pen and paper and enough peace to be able to let the words come out.”
We are privileged to be able to bring you a podcast that features performances from seven of Write to Life’s very talented poets. You can listen to the podcast at http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/.
I am alive*, by ‘Faith’ (Ethiopia)
I know*, by Tim (Congo)
What belongs to me*, by ‘Saber’
Drifting, by Stephen (Burundi)
I hear a voice, by ‘Uganda’
Glimpse*, by Stephanie (Cameroon)
My Hands*, by ‘Rocher’ (DRC)
The five starred poems can be read here.
I’m alive, by ‘Faith’ (Ethiopia)
I’m out of the way, far away
From the journey I used to walk
For years and years
In the darkness.
I am now here, bright
Under the light
With my own breath
With my own soul.
Like the giant hand of Atacama
My hand is my sign
Revealing who I am, where I’m going
My existence and my new life.
I’m breathing, growing up again
Like a plant, like a grain.
I have renewed my self,
I’m born again.
The sky is singing, the earth dancing
On the ground my shadow is moving.
This is the sign that I’m alive.
I know, by Tim (Congo)
I know half a loaf is better than nothing
But
Sometimes a whole loaf would be nice
I know peace is better than war
But
Why then is there war all over the world?
I know things will not always look rosy
But
It would be good if they did
I know life is a journey
But
It can be tiring, to travel all the time
I know that hope like a blazing candle can be
Put out in a moment
But
I also know that hope, like candle light
Can lead through dark moments
I know things can fall apart
But
They can also come together
I know we shall overcome some day
But
It will take a lot of work…
What Belongs to Me, by ‘Saber’
I came here on a day that nothing belonged to me
except my crutch, which at any time they could take from me
even though I could not walk without it.
On that day, things happened very quickly,
I was exhausted
but the time was very enjoyable
because every hour brought new things.
Bad or sad
Cold or warm,
Hunger and pleasure
New places... New people...New air!
But still, nothing belonged to me except my crutch.
I had brought many things with me;
my stories had a thousand colours, but my face had one, which was the colour of smoke.
I came here with the memory of those starless evenings which I had left; they did not belong to me.
I came here with the frightened smiles I’d found in the back of the lorry; I left them in the interview room; they did not belong to me.
I came here with my key in my pocket, the key of the small dark box which was full of white dreams; it did not belong to me.
Before I left my country I did not belong to myself, and nothing belonged to me.
I was owned by other people.
The day I came here, I owned nothing
and nothing belonged to me except my crutch...
the only thing that gives me direction
wherever I choose to go.
Glimpse, by Stephanie (Cameroon)
Looking around
I see nothing except my burden.
Everywhere seems dark, confined.
Like smoke from the chimney
I want to run out
Without remorse,
Leave everything behind
like birds in the sky
who fly free.
I want to turn my eyes
to a new horizon
fill my lungs with different air.
Like the sun rising
East to West, North to South,
Reaching every nook and cranny
I want to conquer the world
Leave my footprint everywhere.
****
I am still standing here
unable to cut the umbilical cord
so much to take care of.
But I know I belong here.
My Hands: by ‘Rocher’ (DRC)
Whenever I had done something naughty,
My mother used to shout,
Daughter, have you lost your head?
No mother.
One day, when I came to England
I felt terrible.
In this new country,
with a new foreign language,
there was nothing for me to do anymore.
This time, it was my hand I had lost.
Much as everyone talks about opportunity,
none of them seems to be for me.
I couldn't cook my food any more,
nor have a house to clean.
These hands, although they look like my Dad's hand,
they were no use to me now.
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Dark Heart, by Darren J Guest
After far too long a delay (for which I can only apologise) we have a new podcast for you: the opening of Darren J Guest's intelligent, complex horror novel, Dark Heart, read by Daniel Barzotti.
On Leo's sixteenth birthday. something bad happened. Something so traumatic his mind fractured, and darkness filled the crack. Twenty years on and the crack is a canyon. The schizophrenic hallucination that offered sympathy has taken to mocking him, and the memory of that long-ago birthday claws at his darkest fears, overshadowing even the murder of his younger brother Davey. But just when Leo thinks life can't get and worse... Leo dies.
A demon returns after twenty years.
An Angel follows close behind.
Leo is caught in an age-old conflict, his past lying at the dark heart of it all.
To find out more about Dark Heart and about Darren Guest, visit his blog at www.darrenjguest.com
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Our First Poetry Podcast
Words with Jam is delighted to bring you our first poetry podcast: Tales of Unrequited Love, by Anna Hobson, performed by the author.
http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/
ou can read more of Anna's poetry on her website: http://makewordsnotwar.wordpress.com/
Anna tells us, "They are inspired by dark humanity; by the shifting seething turmoil within; by the sparks created by collisions of character. I write about love, pain and heartbreak; about blind instinct, manipulation, and the selfish guzzling of emotion."
Anna established the group Oxford Creative Writers in April 2010 as an informal setting for local unpublished authors to discuss their work. She is currently writing her first novel, and regularly performs her poetry at literary events. Recent appearances include Oxfringe and Stoke Newington Literary Festival as a member of The New Libertines group. In her capacity as Publications Coordinator for the Oxford International Women’s Festival she organises Open Mic fundraisers, as well as managing the design, content and distribution of the Festival Programme.
Tales of Unrequited Love is to
to be published in August 2011. And y
Tuesday, 28 June 2011
Altered: a podcast
We thought Andrew Crofts might not be the only one wanting to find out more about the 'sizeable corpse' from the opening page of JW Hicks's 'Altered' (which won second prize in our First Page competition earlier this month). We were pretty curious ourselves.
So our latest podcast gives you a chance to hear the author read the whole first chapter of her dystopic novel.
And if that leaves you wanting to know more about this talented author, you can read an interview with her at http://jjmarsh.wordpress.com/2011/06/26/interview-with-jw-hicks/
(And don't forget you can still listen to the full collection of WWJ podcasts. Become a follower to be notified of new episodes as they are uploaded.)
Wednesday, 8 June 2011
Immune: a podcast
Touching, unpredictable and with echoes of 'The Road' or 'I Am Legend', Mig Living's story, Immune, is part of "Zombie Chronicles", a collection of zombie love stories.
Mig Living is a writer living in Austria. Before that he lived in Japan. Before that the United States. He blogs at metamorphosism.com. He also enjoys playing the cello, theremin and singing saw, and composing.
The story inspired a musician to compose a piece triggered by the imagery, the atmosphere and the sounds.
Schmuckfenster: Vintage synthesizers combined with contemporary technology. Eclectic music programmed with passion and wit.
www.soundcloud.com/schmuckfenster
You can listen to the podcast at http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/ , or you can find us on itunes. And don't forget all our other podcasts are still available to listen to.
Mig Living is a writer living in Austria. Before that he lived in Japan. Before that the United States. He blogs at metamorphosism.com. He also enjoys playing the cello, theremin and singing saw, and composing.
The story inspired a musician to compose a piece triggered by the imagery, the atmosphere and the sounds.
Schmuckfenster: Vintage synthesizers combined with contemporary technology. Eclectic music programmed with passion and wit.
www.soundcloud.com/
You can listen to the podcast at http://wordswithjam.podomatic.
Tuesday, 10 May 2011
Aubergine - a podcast
At the beginning of April, I visited the 'Not the Oxford Literary Festival'. You can read all about it in the June edition of Words with Jam. But I went not least because I was hoping to persuade the very talented performance poets and story tellers there to do some podcasts for us.
Well, here is the first of those. Helen Smith is the author of Alison Wonderland, Being Light and The Miracle Inspector. In this podcast, she tells her very funny story, 'Aubergine', in which something very strange is happening to Claire. Could it be connected to her age? Or the face she's a woman? Or is she experiencing more than a general feeling of malaise.
Helen's blog can be found at http://helensmithblog.blogspot.com/
You can listen to the podcast at http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/, or you can find us on itunes. And don't forget all our other podcasts are still available to listen to.
Friday, 4 March 2011
World Book Night podcast
We at Words with Jam wanted to get involved with all the fun of the BBC’s World Book Night. The April edition of the magazine will include articles from a book ‘giver’, from an author attending an event at her local bookshop, and from our reporter at the World Book Night party in Trafalgar Square. But for now, here is our World Book Night podcast – a selection of our readers and contributors championing their choice of books from the World Book Night List.
The podcast can now also be accessed via iTunes. Just go to http://itunes.apple.com/gb/podcast/words-with-jam/id423101927 or search for ‘Words with Jam podcast’. And if you feel like giving us a review or a star rating while you're there, that's even better! (iTunes updates once a day, so the latest episodes may not show immediately.)
If you have not been selected as one of the BBC’s World Book Night ‘givers’ why not join in Nicola Morgan’s alternative World Book Night. This weekend, buy a book from your local bookshop. Write inside it: "Given in the spirit of World Book Night, March 5th 2011 and bought from [insert name of shop] - please enjoy and tell people about it." And give it to someone. Anyone. A friend or stranger, a library or school or doctor's surgery or anything.
Friday, 11 February 2011
Second Words with Jam Podcast
You have barely had time to finish reading the last edition of Words with Jam, and here we are bringing you more! Yes, our second podcast is here. We hope you will enjoy listening to Jill Marsh reading Jo Reed's wonderful story, 'Mr Muyila's Bull', first published in Mslexia in Spring 2009.
When Alele's father decides to marry her off to Mr Muyila in exchange for a bull, her mother has other ideas...
Click here to download, listen or subscribe.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Words With Jam Launches Its Own Podcast
We are very pleased to announce that, along with the February edition of Words with Jam, we are bringing you our very first podcast.
Clicking on http://wordswithjam.podomatic.com/ will allow you to listen to Catriona Troth reading from her article, ‘In Praise of Virtual Friends’. You can also download the episode, or subscribe to the podcast in order to be notified when new episodes are uploaded.
In the coming weeks we hope to be bringing you an exciting mixture of stories, articles and interviews – some from editions of WWJ and some that are recorded specially for our podcast subscribers. So you now will be able to enjoy Words with Jam on your bike, in the car, in the gym...
If you would like to comment on this first podcast, or suggest ideas for future episodes, please contact editor@wordswithjam.co.uk.
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