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No work of arts is new. A creative writer is that person who writes popular letters in a strange way. The purpose of creative writing is to both entertain and share human experience, like love or loss. Writers attempt to get at a truth about humanity through poetics and storytelling. If you'd like to try your hand at creative writing, just keep in mind that whether you are trying to express a feeling or a thought, the first step is to use your imagination.

Types of creative writing include: Poetry Plays Movie and television scripts Fiction (novels, novellas, and short stories) Songs, Speeches Memoirs Personal essay. When a book is written and published for intellectual consumption, the moment one can refer to it as a book, that moment, the death of the author has been announced. It may not be in form of a book. It may be in any form. Whether a written or spoken text. When the death of the author is announced, immediately, a reader is born.

A French literary thinker argues that Barthes argues against the method of reading and criticism that relies on aspects of the author's identity—their political views, historical context, religion, ethnicity, psychology, or other biographical or personal attributes—to distill meaning from the author's work. In this type of criticism, the experiences and biases of the author serve as a
definitive "explanation" of the text. For Barthes, this method of reading may be apparently tidy and convenient but is actually sloppy and flawed: "To give a text an Author" and assign a single, corresponding interpretation to it "is to impose a limit on that text". Readers must thus separate a literary work from its creator in order to liberate the text from interpretive tyranny (a notion similar to Erich Auerbach's discussion of narrative tyranny in Biblical parables). [1] Each piece of writing contains multiple layers and meanings.

Then I started to think that the author is important and their contributions do matter for a number of reasons. For instance, knowing more about the author can help readers better understand the themes of the story or what the author would convey. And for me when our class found on a little bit more on Johnny I thought that his narration (although unreliable at times) was all the more interesting. Ultimately, I feel that as long as the
readers are able to gain something from reader the story, then it does not matter whether or not the author is present. Barthes stated that, “Once the author is removed, the claim to decipher becomes quite futile.” However, I believe that at this point the claim to decipher a text is at its greatest because there are endless interpretations the readers could create. “A text lies not in its origin but its destination”

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I can laugh because I’m happy
But I’m laughing because the happiness has gone
And the unexpected has nullify our euphoria
Though there is water everywhere
But there is no water to drink
Though freedom abounds from the outset
But people are dining in misery.
Though beautiful years of harvest are recorded
But people are residing in the insole of wants
Even the sun testifies to the condition of man
Through its heat as if to burn the ado
The moon descends at night
With tremor like a giant to pacify the fuss
The wind blew as if to unfold its ominous view
The ocean roar in pain
As if to surmount the inconspicuous mishap
The cloud mumbles as if to exterminate the slave master
Even the shadow is ever following to console.
Cat-o-nine-tails is the only communication channel
Where there is no chance for alternative
What I like most to do resides in my imagination
But never materialized because
There is no fertile land to appreciate my seed
Those I struggle to plant with the motive of shock
Are being choked up by the thorns
Even the formation of life is hidden
And appear like a masquerade with a mishmash of garment
Where solid foundation became a slippery ground
That has abolished a lot of ideas.
What is then the essence of life?
What is the purpose of procreation?
When will life become favorable to me?
When will Banana Republic gain its independence?
When will I exchange pleasantry with my shadow?
When will my mother dwell in paradise?
Those who claim to know the road; show me the road
Those who claim to understand the mysteries of life; interpret my parable
Those who have degree in consolation; make me happy ones again
Those who have food; feed me
Those who have water; quench my thirst
Those who can broadcast; make my request known to the world
Those who are closer to the king; plead for my deliverance.
I live my life like a mad man
Whose best cloth is rag and apartment is dunghill
I live my life like the serfs who is in land trust to the lord
I live my life like a prey in the hand of predator
I live my life like a sandal
Though beautify the feet but will later worn-out
I live my life like a fan that produces breeze but still emitting heat
I live my life like nightingale whose music is sonorous
But it’s out of badass experience of life.
How I wish the world is free
How I wish life is without pain
If the world is free, then will I be free.

Source: http://penmind..com.ng/2016/12/life-for-rent-by-aduragbemi-barnabas.html

WORDS RHYMES & RHYTHM LTD (RC 1234112) is pleased to announce the ‘GREEN AUTHOR PRIZE’ (GAP) 2016 for young, unpublished Nigerian poets resident in Nigeria. Nigerian poets between the ages of fourteen (14) and twenty-four (24) who are yet to publish a book are hereby invited to submit their entries.

The GREEN AUTHOR PRIZE, now in its second year, was set up to give upcoming writers, who have been limited by the prohibitive cost of publishing in Nigeria, a chance to get published. It is the only book prize for poetry in Nigeria.

Four poets will emerge winners of an all-expense paid joint-authorship book deal worth N300,000. The winners will be selected from four zones – North, South, East, and West of Nigeria, by a panel of judges made up of established, young writers.

ELIGIBILITY:
1. Must be a NIGERIAN resident in NIGERIA
2. Must be between 14 and 24 years of age
3. Must not have a published book (traditional or self-publishing)
4. Must have evidence of age and state of origin

HOW TO ENTER:
1. Identify your zone by state of origin in the list below
2. Select EXACTLY TWENTY (20) poems in a Microsoft Word document using TIMES NEW ROMAN font. All the poems should be in ONE MANUSCRIPT
3. Indicate your NAMES, AGE, STATE OF ORIGIN and ZONE at the top of the document
4. Name the document with your NAME and Zone. E.g. “KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON – Zone 3”
5. Send your entry as an email to SUBMISSIONS@WRR.NG with the document [containing the 20 poems]as attachment
6. Include your contact details and 150 word bio in the body of the email
7. Subject of email should be entrant’s NAME and Zone. Eg. “KUKOGHO IRUESIRI SAMSON – Zone 3”
Below are the STATES and ZONES:
1. ZONE 1 –Benue State, Nasarawa State, Niger State, Federal Capital Territory, Kaduna State, Taraba State, Gombe State, and Plateau State
2. ZONE 2 –Adamawa State, Bauchi State, Borno State, Yobe State, Jigawa State, Kano State, Katsina State, Kebbi State, Sokoto State and Zamfara State
3. ZONE 3 –Abia State, Anambra State, Ebonyi State, Enugu State, Imo State, Akwa-Ibom State, Bayelsa State, Cross-River State, Delta State, Edo State, and Rivers State
4. ZONE 4 –Ekiti State, Lagos State, Ogun State, Ondo State, Osun State, and Oyo State, Kogi State, Kwara State

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When the day wears its knickers of dusk,
I can walk without leg
I can talk without tongue
I can drink without throat
Just throw me bowls of wine
The one, right from the forest
Of dying stream
But who needs streams to sanctify Satan to be a saint?
I can swim in the sea of bear
Just throw me sixty ounces:
ale, lager, whiskey, gin
My belly can drown India Ocean
But a lush needs no counsel to be drunk

Give me Everest of meat,
There are free rides to my mouth,
The tarmac of my tongue is laced slippery coal tar
To transport morsels
One just refined from the Island wild
Of pounded yam,
Forget not the toothpick
To dredge the banks of my mouth
But chicken befriends not, the meat consumers
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