David Chislett is an established writer, born In Portsmouth, raised in Johannesburg and based in Amsterdam. He comes from a strong journalistic background and has published several works in various formats.
David was awarded the Ernst Van Heerden Creative Writing Award in 1998 from WITS University, JHB for the short story: Pin Stripe Punk. He created, edited and contributed to Urban 1 in 2001, edited and contributed to Urban 2 in 2002 and edited Urban 03 in 2003. (All published by Spearhead, an imprint of New Africa Books). He also contributed to “From Joburg To Jozi” published by Penguin Books as well as contributing short fiction to Litnet, Unlikleystories.org, Botsotso, Ons Klyntjie, The Literate Gymnast and Grrr. His debut collection of short stories, “A Body Remembered: Tales From The Underground” was published through Ge’Ko in August 2009. This has subsequently been converted to an e-book and is available world-wide through Xlibris Publishing. David then self-published “1,2,1,2: A Step By Step Guide to the SA Music Industry” in September 2010.
July 2012 saw the release of his debut poetry anthology, “For You Or Someone Like You” and he is currently working on a long term poetry project on crowd-funding platform Patreon.com.
David has worked as a freelance features journalist since 1994 for South African magazines, newspapers and websites. He also spent 3 years as an on-air correspondent for 5FM, the national pop radio station. He has worked in television as a script writer, conceptualiser and voice over artist and was associate producer of the documentary film, Punk In Africa.
In addition to this writing and publishing activity, David is an established speaker and trainer, presenting workshops on creativity to individuals and businesses With plenty of experience as an artist entrepreneur, his focus is on empowering everyday people to activate their inherent creativity and take control of the purpose in their lives. He is also an experienced MC, guest speaker and facilitator.
Language is a slippery customer. It is never more than an approximate representation of what we mean... Grammar, vocabulary, context, all mix in with our intention to create patterns of letters that might come close to what we meant, but ultimately are unsatisfying. There is always a gap. Therefore, we return time and again to ideas, trying to find a better way of expressing them, new words, new styles, new points of view.
Each visit results in a new work, based in no small part on the choice pieces of the previous one. It’s a grizzly business! And THAT’s what this poem is about.
Tic turns to toc
Luck turns to lock
Method turns to routine
And write into rut
As naturally into entropy
These thoughts decline
The winds of yesterday
Fuel the fire
That burns work into irrelevance
Through its new and sudden failures
Like ploughing the chaff
Back under the ground
Grinding the fish into fertiliser
A fish head stares up at me
One eye agape and ruined
When just yesterday you were so proud of me?
A long length to be carefully flicked from a burned down cigarette
Relentlessly time claims all method
Grinding its teeth
Upon my ankles