受訪老師: 安馬克老師 (Interviewee:Marc Anthony, Project Instructor of AWEC)
Marc Anthony has been known for his excellent teaching on academic writing and oral presentation at National Taiwan University. Beyond that, his real passion consists in the writing of short stories and poems. Before coming to Taiwan for a teaching position, Marc lived in Paris for around four years; there he encountered his writing mentor by chance along with a certain degree of a friend's push. This encounter through words won Marc an invitation to join her writer' workshop in Paris, where writers from all over the world, amateur and professional alike, gathered to come up with new ideas for inspiration and composition. It is the long sojourn over there that inspires Marc about the importance of writing autonomy and mutual appreciation in place of constrained writing along with trenchant criticism
Although more adept at writing short stories, Marc found that poetry more suited his Taiwan experience. His kaleidoscopic experiences in Taiwan inspired many poems about the people and events around him. Here is one of them, which was published in Cha: An Asian Literary Journal:
The Cemetery at Fengang
First you see the broken earth
Along the road discarded ash
Some broken urns and shattered glass
And from the sea the cosmic breath
Sends a chill down through your bones
Welcome to the cemetery at Fengang
Welcome to the cemetery at Fengang
This hopeless land of blackened earth
Burnt trees jut out like jaunty bones
The paths are strewn with stones and ash
The heated wind suspends your breath
The broken sun explodes in shattered glass
A silver strait, a sea of glass
Lies below beyond the grasp of Fengang
You sweep and clean the dirt and ash
From family tombs, this place on earth
Where no one speaks, bereft of breath
All that's left are names and bones
And in this place where sticks are bones
And water is just like glass
The wind supplants the need for breath
Welcome to the cemetery at Fengang.
Now bow and bless the God of Earth
Whose realm includes this dirt and ash
Who rules the flesh that's turned to ash.
You disinter and clean the bones
Sifting sorting through the earth
Take care, avoid the broken glass.
Welcome to the cemetery at Fengang
You rest for now and catch your breath.
A prayer is said in whispered breath
The offered incense burns to ash
You set back down the road to Fengang
You leave behind your father's bones
A Taiwan Beer, his favorite glass
Reminding him of life on earth
And though you leave the ash and earth and broken glass
You feel it in your bones, the sigh of cosmic breath
Calling you back to the cemetery at Fengang
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