Profile

Education through Technology & the Arts

IMG-20151021-WA0004_smallCharlene Shepherdson is interested in the intersection where environment, heritage and technology meet. She uses language in written, performative and visual forms to bridge communities and empower voices.

Over the last 8 years, she has specialised in creative education for children, youths and adults under companies such as Art Boot CampJanus Education, Red Tin Bot and Playware Studios. Her current research spans narrative design in serious games, interactive art and stories, and creative arts therapy.

Her words have been published in From Walden to Woodlands (Ethos Books), A Luxury We Cannot Afford, SingPoWriMo 2014: The Anthology (both by Math Paper Press) and the Straits Times. They have also travelled to poetry slams and open mics in Asia and made appearances as visual text in the Arts House, the Substation and in Singapore libraries under National Art Council’s Project LAVA.

Affliations: Charlene is 1/3 of spacer.gif, the visual-literary art collective who run destination: INK, a monthly open-open mic held at BluJaz Cafe. She is also a founding member of spoken word troupe, Party Action People, and devises shows with Pink Gajah Theatre. Sometimes, the Proletariat Poetry Factory lets her out for fresh air as a Servile Poet.

 

For collaborations or bookings, please contact her at: ask@charshep.com OR her Facebook page.

 

 

 

Anthology: From Walden to Woodlands (2015)

Anthology: From Walden to Woodlands (2015)

FromWaldentoWoodlands“Written”

FROM WALDEN TO WOODLANDS
poetry anthology edited by  Ow Yeong Wai Kit and Muzakkir Samat
published by Ethos Books (more…)

SingPoWriMo 2014: The Anthology

SingPoWriMo 2014: The Anthology

SingPoWriMo2014“When It Crumbles”
“Ketawa”
“Lost In Translation”
(Lost in Translation gets a mention in Ng Yi-Sheng‘s East is Everywhere)

SINGPOWRIMO
poetry anthology edited by Ann Ang, Joshua Ip and Pooja Nansi
published by Math Paper Press (more…)

Anthology: A Luxury We Cannot Afford (2014)

Anthology: A Luxury We Cannot Afford (2014)

“Poison”

A LUXURY WE CANNOT AFFORD
poetry anthology edited by Christine Chia and Joshua Ip
published by Math Paper Press (more…)

The Big Story: Geylang (2014)

The Big Story: Geylang (2014)

“Midnight Special”

THE BIG STORY: GEYLANG
published by The Straits Times Online

(more…)

Dyslexic Zebras – Bangkok Lyrical Lunacy (2014)

Dyslexic Zebras – Bangkok Lyrical Lunacy (2014)

Feature Set at Bangkok Lyrical Lunacy #4 – Confessions
Words:
 Flatulence, Triangle, Dyslexia, Zebra, Religion (eep!)

 

NaPoWriMo’14 – Day 3

NaPoWriMo’14 – Day 3

So….today, Scott Wings tagged a few of us to join The Dirty Thirties, another NaPoWriMo group, and I did. I considered just reposting what I’m doing on SingPoWriMo, but since I’m trying to try new things out, that would be quite the cop-out.

So…it looks like I’m aiming for 2 poems a day now!

#thedirtythirties
Cannot
predict
now.

It is decid-
edly so.

Concentrate
and ask
again.

Outlook not
so good.

It is decid-
edly so.

Yes.

Very
doubtful.

Most likely.

WER IM FRUM,
W3 WATE AROWND KORNAHS –
PENDUULM SWEENGIN.

B8T, B8T, B8T,
WE PULAY WIF R VICTYMZ;
DEM FATEZ SERTURN

INSTINK INBRD.
WER IZ URS, HOOMAN?
WUT IZ DIS BAWL
HOLDYN ANZWRS?

POWNCE NAO,
ORH LOOS UR CHAHNS.
SRSLY.

###

#SingPoWriMo

The ball knows all

Do breezes emerge
from the wings of birds? I could
try to taste freedom

“Ask again later,” replied
8, virtual oracle

NaPoWriMo’14 – Day 2

NaPoWriMo’14 – Day 2

#‎PoetryChallenge2‬ using battle, better, crack, recent, favour, fly

That recent crack you made
about the way I hit harder than most guys
does not make this fracture better

I tried closing an eye
but ended up with sticks and stones
and broken battle cages

There’s no letting it fly
Your drawn in lines to capture a favoured flavour
I am not tinsel and ribbons
This kite is no wide-eyed owl asking “who?”
I know where these wings have flown
The ground is very much at my feet,
thanks,

but no thanks.
I have fought enough
suns
to know they surrender their secret names
upon dying

There is more to capture on film
than the afterglow of another big bang;
your rage imploding –
riding on the rays of a friendship already fading

NaPoWriMo ’14 – Day 1

NaPoWriMo ’14 – Day 1

Joined the SingPoWriMo Facebook group today. The admin gave us 6 words to include in the poem: * debouched * liberal * looming * exclusive * unnatural * trade

So here’s the first draft for Day 1:

He was alone in the room now.
The TV was finally silent; blaring lights no longer kept him awake.
He wondered if he would ever take to the blue light,
her writhing in his lap
– engulfed in waves of ecstasy so unnatural to him
He was all bone and joints.
She was flesh and soft.

He knew this wasn’t exclusive.
The man would come in anytime now,
bare-bodied, tired and heaving;
would drop his clothes and leave before the sun shone.

There, he was gone.

The alarm looming,
black, tiny feelings crawled liberally in him
Longing threatened to evolve into itching
He would trade anything to have them debouched upon the living room floor;
leaving red welts upon her neck
– kisses, his cotton-filled mouth, would never leave.

Saw the word debouched and thought of a couch. Then I remembered the 3 weeks in secondary school I had to walk about with bedbug bites.

There’s no place like home.

There’s no place like home.

Today, I made one change to destination: INK’s description: “Test out new material, meet future collaborators or just hang out with family.”

That’s right, from friends to family. Some places just feel like home.

(p.s. Give me a week or two to sort out the new template for this site. I’ve got a few broken links when WordPress updated. It’s always been more of a placeholder on the net…but I have soem ideas on how to populate this more.)

Of Toyols & Memories (August 2013)

Of Toyols & Memories (August 2013)

SPEAK. AT HOME CLUB
Words: Kittens, Toyol, Improbable, Kernel, Juice

Of Immigration Lanes & Baggage (May 2013)

Of Immigration Lanes & Baggage (May 2013)

DESTINATION: INK AT BLUJAZ CAFE, SINGAPORE
WORDS: Traffic, Anniversary, Surrogate, Indignation, Anger

Duo Poem: Draw Lightly, Colour Hard (2013)

Duo Poem: Draw Lightly, Colour Hard (2013)

“Draw Lightly & Colour Hard”
Rhyme x Rhythm [An Evening of Spoken Word and Music]
23 March 2013

Charlene and Nabilah Husna perform Draw Lightly, Colour Hard at the Arts House, Singapore.

A Seed is Planted

A Seed is Planted

Last night, a friend’s mum gave me an Adler Gabriele 25! She knew I had been looking for a typewriter a couple of months back. It’s in perfect working condition, or appears to be at least – judging from the faint fonts on the dried-out ribbon. I’ll put in a new one and see how it goes. I’m quite excited by it. It’s huge and hefty and came just in time for my room makeover. 🙂

I am considering pimping it out. I never understood the drab beige typewriters came in, especially when some companies experimented with colour. Anyhow, I figure before I attempt the Gabriele, I’ll test out my pimping skills on the Adler Tippa I bought in my initial typewriter search.

I still remember the tingle in my belly when I saw its beige case high up on a shelf.

I had spent a month looking in Cash Converters, second-hand shops and various nooks and crannies looking for a working portable I could use for a book idea I had. They were either electric, defective or in really bad condition but this! This looked to be in better condition then the rest I had seen…sure, it wouldn’t be as light (or blue) as the Hermes Baby I saw in Haji Lane but it had a case (the Hermes was $100+, without a case and missing keys  -_- ). Anticipation built as I asked the store owner to take it down for me.

The tingles grew lengthwise into caterpillars, eating holes into any objectivity. It was slick, pretty, portable and wasn’t in too bad condition. Obviously rust on the handle buckles and key mechanism…but it could be easily restored.

“Does it work?”

“Yes”  *man starts tapping every key*

*caterpillars skip pupa stage and burst into butterflies*

“You just need to find a ribbon.”
..which I eventually did. It’s not 100% workable, the ribbon revealed a fault with the ribbon-loading mechanism…but it works in short burst. I WILL sort it out, somehow.

In the meantime, time to draft some designs!

LIT UP 2012 – Day One (22 July 2012)

LIT UP 2012 – Day One (22 July 2012)

Nabilah & I performed a duo poem, “Fairies” as part of the Party Action People set.

Bryan John Appleby

Bryan John Appleby

I am hooked to KEXP Radio! I have discovered so many new people including Doomstree and him.

Avant Garde Poetry

Avant Garde Poetry

I was hanging with a friend perfect human being (she corrects) today and she brought to my attention avant garde poetry, in particular, this reading (“technically it wasn’t a reading ‘coz they just made animal noises,” she disclaims) in London where they spent 10-15 minute making animal eating noises. While it reminded me of my dare to Marc to do a poem entirely of chickens clucking ( still wish I had recorded it but I was too busy laughing. 😐 ), it was curious enough for me to do some research. As a result, I came across ditch, which has the perfect slogan (,poetry that’s off the main road).

So far, I really like what Jeremy Colangelo and Lisa Mansell have been working with, especially on the visual front.

Parliament of Owls

Parliament of Owls

Nabilah and I have been fooling around with the idea of becoming a spoken word duo. Here’s one of the poems we’re fielding out, A Parliament of Owls (also a potential name).

Notes from Casey #1

Notes from Casey #1

As I was leaving the house, Casey reminded me of something today, “Hold on to work like a dog with a bone but DON’T become the dog growling at his reflection or you lose both.”

 

Doesn’t he look so glamorous?

Freaky Coincidences

Freaky Coincidences

It’s been about 3 weeks since Nabilah returned and spacer.gif has been in operation. We’ve landed two exhibitions, 1 in June and the other in July – more details once the collateral gets to us! We’ve also been busy setting up our website, facebook page and taking our initial bio photos.

I must say, it’s been fun meeting up with the 2 kooks more regularly. There’s always some element of coincidence involved – frequent jinxes, overlapping ideas, the vocal outlay of thoughts I’ve been mulling over in secret. I never could explain these flashes in the pan to anyone, but by some stroke of luck, I managed to film a small fragment of a typical night!