Ben Peek (benpeek) wrote,
Ben Peek

Beginning at VanderWorld (The Director's Commentary)

So, I've done my first VanderWorld post. Click this text. For amusement, I'm going to run the same thing here, but slightly different, and much, much less serious. So click over at the Vanderworld, read the post in it's clean form, and then come back here, where you can read the altered version.

I don't know how long I'll keep this up.

Hi there.*

My name's Ben Peek and I'm one of the guest bloggers here at VanderWorld.**

There's going to be about nine introductions soon (and I mightn't even be the first), so I'll try and keep it simple.** I live in Sydney. I'm an author. I have a novel coming out next year called Black Sheep from Prime Books and I've a bunch of short fiction around. In addition to this, I keep a blog called The Urban Sprawl Project, which I keep updated fairly regularly.**** Blogging is all about being fluid to me, so you'll find, over there, a whole lot of ideas being tossed around. Some stick, some don't.***** It's a bit different to what you're going to get through here from me, since due to the number of people involved, I figured I might as well have some sort of link in my posts.

The Urban Sprawl Project was the name of a zine I published about four years ago. It was a little black and white thing that was a mix of photography and prose, fussed together by a designer more talented than I, and which aimed to map various parts of Sydney and explore cultural myths and the spatial nature of the city. In a stroke of pure genius, if I may say, I decided to give the zine away to people living in the area I wrote and photographed, thus ensuring that I would make no money and never build a readership. Shockingly, it didn't last long, but the ideas in stayed around and I ended up at the University of New South Wales, doing a doctorate, and writing a novel about Sydney. Reassuringly, it's kept me from making any real money, thank fuck.******

But the other day I was reading Jeff's post on Peter Carey's 30 Days in Sydney and it got me thinking about the old zine. Carey's book is quite good, actually, mostly because Carey is the kind of author who rarely puts out a bad book (though he has, most recently in Wrong About Japan)*******. The sin of Carey's Sydney book, however, is that it skirts an entire part of Sydney with ease. It happens like this:

"We tooled along the charmless de-natured landscape which is the Parramatta Road.

This is Sydney, declared Sheridan, throwing his empty Coke can in the back of the seat. The harbour is peripheral. The harbour is not a place that anyone can afford to live. Parramatta is the geographic centre of Sydney.

This is not an attractive drive, Sherry."

Parramatta. The Western Suburbs. Carey's self admitted geographical centre of Sydney gets six pages in two hundred and forty eight page book. Six pages for where half the city's population lives. Six pages for where I grew up. Six pages for where I live. Six pages for the mass of culture and human meat that forms the backbone of Sydney. Six pages for part of Sydney that no tourist will be going into unless they're lead there by a native.********

So I thought about the old zine.********* It was a fun thing to do, really, and there's nothing like walking through a city with a camera in your hand to reintroduce it to you, and I figured in the spirit of Jeff going off to Australia, and a bunch of Australians being here, that I'd take a tour through the Western Suburbs of Sydney. Well, a part of it. My part of it. It's impossible to know a city intimately; it's too big, too sprawling, too fragmented. Indeed, a city organises itself in your head through fragments. You piece them together and, somehow, they form the whole. So with that in mind, the next week and a bit, I'm going to tour the areas I grew up in, the population centre of a city has been mythologised as violent, uneducated, primed with drugs, and full of racial violence.**********

Everyone has a personal relationship with the city they live in and that's certainly the case with me and Sydney. What you're going to get over the coming days is my autobiographic structure of it and this means that I'm not speaking for anyone. They've got voices just like me.


(Ben Peek is a Sydney based... Jeff's Evil Monkey: I think they got that. Ben: Yeah, probably. I'll pimp later. Jeff's Evil Monkey: Offer them money. They like that. Ben: ...what are you even doing here? Jeff's Evil Monkey: I didn't get taken to Australia. Jeff said I was a disappointment now. Ben: Shit, Monkey, that's-- Jeff's Evil Monkey: It's because he beat me too much. Ben: He beat you? Jeff's Evil Monkey: He used me up! I tried to tell him, I tried, I said, "Daddy, don't beat your Monkey!" but that just made him go harder. Ben: ... Jeff's Evil Monkey: Yes? Ben: ...Fucking Monkey.**********

* God, what was I thinking when I began this post? Fuck, I was drunk again. Hi. Jesus.

** At parties I got up to girls and say, "Hi, I'm Ben Peek and I have a blog here." It's unsurprising that I'm single, really. Hey, where's my fucking breakfast? Come on, I came into this sound lab hung the fuck over to do this stupid commentary, so where's the fucking Coco Pops?

*** I bet everyone does fantastic intros.

**** Blah blah blah. How do you people even put up with me? It's so fucking tired. I'm an author. Yeah, fine. I think I spend a couple of hours a day being that. Mostly I spent my time being a student or a tutor or that guy reading a book. It's funny how people can label themself up, and how quite often that label is central to how one understands themself. Gives people direction, I guess.

I can't stand people with direction.

***** You'd think, listening to some people who link this blog, that everything I said was written in stone. Look: I'm fickle! Fickle! And a little hung over. Okay. More than a little. Why don't I have anyone in here with me? Is it because I smell... *sniff* ...Oh.

****** A prime example of why I'll always be poor and unknown. You know, that was only five years ago, but fuck, did I ever have some stupid ideas. "Lets give it away for free." Why didn't my girlfriend of the time just hit me? Instead she actually supported it. Man, you can support too much, you know?

******* Really, really shit.

******** If any of you guys from overseas come out here, stay away! Don't come out here! Go climb the Harbour Bridge, bribe a cop, do the things good honest tourists do. Prostitution, for example. Just stay away from the West. It's a shit hole.

********* This is a lie.

********** ...Did I just use the word mythologised? Christ. You know, the problem with posting at VanderWorld is that I don't have access to go in and alter anything after it's posted. Hence the little typos that sneak through when you're typing at eleven thirty at night (and you're drunk). I suppose it's nothing new, since anyone reading here ought to be use to typos, but still. Still.

*********** This is the entire reason I'm blogging at VanderWorld: Evil Monkey. When Jeff asked me, all I could think was, "I can make Evil Monkey jokes." And then I thought, is this a good reason to blog? And I thought about it for a moment, and thought about some of the weak reasons I could do this, all of which would hide the fact that I just wanted to make Evil Monkey jokes... And I realised I'd be a fool if I didn't do this.

Anyhow, that's it for the commentary. Ah. Er. Fuck, how do you end these things? Do I need a disclaimer? Fuck it. I'll see you next time.

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