Showing posts with label Featured Musician. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 22, 2025

GAS Featured Musician and Poet: San Lin Tun


Belinda: When I first started getting bio info on you all I saw was your accomplishments as a writer. I have only heard your music.  Do you, in fact, play a guitar?



San:  Yes, I do. I play an acoustic guitar. I would like to create my own instrumentals. My debut instrumental album titled “Acoustic Recital” came out in 2024. A mini-album with my lyrics recently came out in early 2025.My music career is only three years old because I decided to be an acoustic guitarist in early 2023 while I started writing career in 2000.  






I have published over a dozen English books including “Reading a George Orwell Novel in a Myanmar Teashop and Other Essays” “An English Writer (novel)” “A Shirt and Other Poems” and my recent one is a publication of Penguin SEA and its title is Yangon Days.







Belinda: I don’t think you’ve ever posted written work in GAS.  At the end of these question please post at least two of your best poems.


San: No, I don’t. But, my instrumental appeared in GAS 20. 



Belinda: Which came first, the writing or the music?


San:  Actually, the music came first because I began playing the guitar when I was in my middle school days in 1987. I learnt to play the guitar firstly from my neighbor who had an acoustic

guitar. He taught me some basic chords such as C major, A minor, E minor and G major. Using those chords, I could play some Myanmar songs. Later, in our three-month long summer holidays, I took up a short guitar course with Ko Myo Sint to whom I came to know through a music instruments rental service in an uptown ward. KMS was a lawyer by profession, but he could also play the guitar well. He taught me the basic rhythm patterns and more chords. Luckily, when I was in my high school days in 1990s, I had a classmate who was interested in playing classical guitar and we became close friends. We met often at his place, practicing and playing classical guitars. Through him, I came to know Salai Zalyan, the legendary bassist of ACES music band and we both studied music with him. Also, we learnt playing the guitar from Ko Myo Tun, another legendary lead guitarist of The WILD ONES music band. In fact, I had another guitar instructor whose name is Aung Ko Ko who taught me music notations, and music theories. That time, heavy metal was very popular among youths and I had a great admiration for those speed guitarists such as Joe Satriani, Paul Gilbert, Richie Sambora, etc. Not only heavy metal, I also like rock, Spanish, blues and jazz too..



Belinda: I read that you are a translator.  What languages do you translate to and from?


San: Yes, I am a bilingual writer. My native tongue is Myanmar and so, I translate Myanmar works into English and English into Myanmar.



Belinda:Yangon, Myanmar seems to influence your work a lot. Is this the place of your birth and where you still live?  Have you traveled and worked in other countries? If so, where and what did you do?


San: Yangon is my birthplace, and I live downtown in which there are many heritage buildings. And famous international writers such as Rudyard Kipling, Somerset Maugham, H.G Wells, Pablo Neruda, George Orwell, etc visited and lived in Rangoon (the former name of Yangon). Those literary luminaries are my inspiration. I haven’t traveled other countries. 


In 2013, I participated in a literary project called H2 project organized by British Council and I became a short story writing instructor to conduct a short story writing workshop. Later, the first time ethnic short story book both in Myanmar and English was published locally and in U.K in 2015. In the meantime, I became a licensed tour guide after attending TTS (Tourism Training School) in 2018. Since then, I showed people around literary spots in downtown Yangon in which there are many heritage buildings. I feel quite happy to show people around those places. At the same time, I worked locally as a freelance contributor for local newspapers, journal and magazines such as Myanmar Times, Myanmore, My Yangon Magazine, Home and Service Journal, etc.I also submit my writings to literary magazines in the Asia Pacific Region, UK, and U.S such as Asia Literary Review, Kitaab, Mekong Review, Borderless Journal, etc.



 



A MONTH AWAY FROM MAY

Heat comes uninvitingly,

even more blatantly, patronizingly,

though rain should be amiably let in.


There is no choice,

as vox pop say,

It is best to accept what it is.


What will be for those

who could not afford A.C fully on,

who live in destitute and distress?


Blaring, prickling, scorching,

sweating, suffocating, nuseating,

cursing, swearing, complaining, withal condemning . . .


But, it is still in May,

just sporadic rumbling, thundering,

just signs they are.


Rain seems still far away,

though its only a month away,

to usher in a monsoon paragon damsel.




TO THE MAN WHO LIVED IN 29TH STREET


He who loved Yangon streets, not because Frasercitys plan,

Nor Lord Dalhousies dreams; simply, he fell in love with the 

cosmopolitan city.

What he found in it was amazing, he said to his best friend,

That there are treasures hidden in these streets,

Digging those up when he had a chance.


Among other things, authors like Rudyard Kipling,

George Orwell, Pablo Neruda, Paul Theroux, Ludu Sein Win,

And Aung Cheit

Inspired him greatly while he was living in Yangon.

He really loved the literary life, and being an author,

He even managed to finish his doctorate in creative writing.


He walked freely in the maze of streets, wide and small,

Slinging his red bag on his left shoulder, with his panama hat,

his Apple laptop and quick-to-smile expression,

Making friends with locals, no discriminations towards age or

gender,

He loved chatting, joking, philosophizing, and venturing,

A true global citizen and down-to-earth personality.


In his neighborhood in 29th Street, he was known as Mr Bob”,

And well-liked by his friends and peers, showing their 

willingness,

And comfort in his association; they saw humor in him, and

a quick wit,

He made their existence more meaningful and strengthened 

their identity.

To them, he was a sensible, true man.


Among his fascinations were Art House movies, 

Also, Raymond Carvers books; he had a liking for old books,

Post-cards, and posters which he managed to revive again,

On the stagnant walls of residents, expats and locals alike, 

With his creative sense, and human touch.


Among his many successes is Walking the Streets of Yangon”,

Which has become the Bible to those who like to explore the 

citys life, 

He embossed his name in the city of Yangon, fully living in it,

Never wasting his time, always exploring and discovering,

He is remembered, not just on 29th Street, not just in Yangon.






Thursday, September 19, 2024

GAS Featured Poet and Musician: Stephen Philip Druce

 

Stephen Philip Druce is an eclectic poet
from Shrewsbury in the UK. He is published
in the UK, the USA, Hungary, South Africa,
Ireland, Canada and India. He has also 
written for London Theater plays and BBC
Radio 4 Extra. Contact Stephen on Instagram
@StephenPhilipDruce 



THE PIANIST'S FINAL FLOURISH

Rustling herds of marching embers
ooze a masquerade of tickled trenches
in seething dominion,

torched waterfalls - nourished by zephyr
mastery, lurch languid in a godly 
zeal of paradigm vanity,

sandcastle-shaped serpents
trigger spew a searing horizon
of tangled theaters in
screeching flower cages,

scalded in sodden shadow,
the swooping goose machine
scatters its crinkled chimes
in a sensory mist of
ragged tigers and skating
vulture dust,

the canvas hermit -

nurtured in chalice,

furtive in fountain,

splashed by ruby,

as the wilted maestro sits
in a solitude ceremony 
of feathered ferocity -

the pianist's final flourish.





BIRDMAN OF THE HIGHWAY

Birdman of the highway,
flying through the night,
where days dissolve
and sunsets fold -
where ocean stars ignite,

through roads that snake
in a club striptease,
over champagne lakes
in a cocaine breeze,

as fast lanes flock
to casino hills,
the mountains rock
the backseat thrills,

birdman of the highway,
flying through the night,
where days dissolve
and sunsets fold -
where ocean stars ignite,

through cocktail shakes
in tequila seas,
as the city bakes
the street girls please,

over lit-up clocks
and fairground shrills,
the prison blocks
are popping pills,

birdman of the highway,
flying through the night,
where days dissolve
and sunsets fold -
where ocean stars ignite,

the cat pimps chew on fat cigars,
the foxes in the ghetto croon,
the carpets laid for movie stars
are chewed up in the rat monsoon,

the hurricane
it stirred so well,
the whisky rain
and the ice hotel,

birdman of the highway,
flying through the night,
where days dissolve
and sunsets fold -
where ocean stars ignite,

the night owl serenades the scars,
of moonlit lizards in desert dunes,
the rabbits shoot at speeding cars,
the bats rap to the nightclub tunes,

the riot flames
they cry farewell,
the mob that shamed
have smoked in hell,

birdman of the highway,
flying through the night,
where days dissolve
and sunsets fold -
where ocean stars ignite.