Shanghai Writers’ Association currently has almost 1800 members from all walks of life. The Association is divided into the following specializations: novels, poetry, children’s literature, prose, foreign literature, theory, films and plays, as well as classical literature. It also publishes magazines including Harvest (bi-monthly), Shanghai Literature (monthly), The Bud (monthly), Si Nan Literary Journal(bi-monthly) and Shanghai Culture (bi-monthly). Besides, it has two literary website: www.myhuayu.com and www.yunwenxue.com.
Hosted by Shanghai Writers’ Association, The Shanghai Writing Program invites several internationally acclaimed writers to spend two months in Shanghai, China. This residency program, is an annual event which first began in 2008, to date we have hosted 100 writers from over 40 countries.
It is our hope that the international writers will be inspired by their exposure to Chinese culture and Shanghai literature while living in Shanghai. To further this aim, we will host a series of literary events, with a view to introducing the guest writers to the city and the people of Shanghai.
A panel of acclaimed Shanghai writers will curate our selection process. All applicants are invited to submit their literary biography and a photo by email to,
[email protected].
Applicants should also send samples of their work by post. We suggest one or two books (English language version if available).
Cities have emerged as hubs of human interaction, facilitating the exchange of not just goods but also words, desires, and memories. Over time, they have evolved into bustling centers where people come together, sharing both their joys and sorrows. Your city and mine exist at such a vast distance from each other that they appear invisible, seemingly disconnected. However, with your arrival, these two distant cities will eventually catch sight of each other, extending warm greetings and sharing the secrets of their people’s happy inhabitation. As a writer, you serve as the witness to and bearer of the secrets, bridging the gap between these far-flung urban landscapes. We eagerly anticipate your role as the messenger, connecting places that remain distant from each other. Furthermore, we anticipate your assistance in providing us with a unique perspective, one that enables us to reflect on ourselves from a remote vantage point.
“Community” is a notion that transcends sociology, culture, and literature. When the American scholar Benedict Anderson talked about the emergence of nationalism with the notion of imagined communities, we could hardly expect that the discussions on “community” could become so profound, and its boundaries could be continuously extended. In today’s complicated world, the imagination of communities has been faced with difficulties brought about by factors including international politics, cultural identity, national consciousness, identity anxiety, and accelerating daily life. As a way of observing and narrating the world, writers of literatures have shown a long-lasting and sustained enthusiasm and creativity for identity communities, emotional communities, and national communities. The difficulty lies in that when the imagined communities are accomplished, the conversations between different communities become barriered. Are different languages, mindsets, moralities and customs, for writers, wealth of nature or unavoidable obstacles? As a member of a certain community, a writer may speak to, discuss with, understand, and accept other communities, which becomes a matter of subtlety. When we talk about communities today, do we aim at seeking mutual understanding or do we just look for room for expression? Is real understanding possible?
In this city, sounds can be heard everywhere: the engines of the cars, with the friction of the tyres on the ground; the outdoor units of the air-conditioners, with their fans spinning swiftly to let in and out the hot and the cool air; the escalators, with their conveyor belts moving up- and downwards without a stop; the running underground trains, with the surface of the roads trembling; the motors on the elevated ring roads, with the heavens echoing their roaring; the ramming from the construction sites, with the operation of the tower cranes; indoors, the electric drills whine their way into the walls; on the small backstreets, marble is cut and polished, with the air filled with its dust; the cooking oil sizzles in the fryers at the snack booths; the meat grinders are turned on; the sirens are sounded on the Huangpu River; the airplanes fly over it; the loudspeakers, to boot, which shout to the streets that the sales of the commodities are about to come to an end…. All the sounds are reflected from the buildings and then to them again. Indeed, the modern city is a maze of echoing walls. In the numerous reflections, the original sounds are amplified, transmitted, and intensified, so that the increasing volume, whose decibel is beyond measurement, makes impossible our hearing. How can the acoustic meatus, a fleshy part of the human being, stand such a strong impact? So gradually, there grow calluses, and our ears get blunted.
We, as Writers of Words, Makers of Fiction, emit sounds that are only too soft, too delicate, as if they were as loud as a needle falling aground. But from the fall of this needle, we can perhaps hear, if we hold our breath and be all ears, a faint sound of refreshing coolness, which travels through the walls to us to comfort our blunted senses, to keep their natural texture soft and tender, and to create a world of tranquility amidst the sound and fury of the city.
Judging by my experience as a writer, writing is surely a lonely endeavour. It is done entirely in solitude and in a confined space. By this I do not mean the substance of writing, which no doubt is filled with lively personalities or events, propelled by plethora social and historical conditions, but rather the process of writing itself. You sit alone at your desk, facing the blank page, with a cup of tea, and perhaps a cigarette, the last of which is almost being banished altogether, however, in this age of smoking bans. Then you are beckoned, into a state of pensiveness, if those few physical items work their magic. The remembered realities take on a new form in your contemplation, void of existential basis, as it were. Or the basis is changed, becoming you, the lone writer, who harness all your characters and see them through till they meet their destinies. You feel the sheer weight of responsibility; and tremendous humility. As your work takes form in words, they are transferred in their multitude from manuscript to the printed page, and eventually presented to the reading public. Yet before this happens, it is only you, alone with your words in a room; its space as tiny as barely fitting a desk, or immense and infinite, a portal to unbounded imagination.
Precisely because writing is such lonely work, we need the “Writing Program” to gather writers from far-flung parts of the earth, to converge, to engage in dialogue, or at the very least, to assure each other that we share something in common and that we, in totality, are not solitary and few, but are part of a world of broadened horizons.
You have come to China's city Shanghai each bearing your own mother tongue, but then converse in English. English, once a regional mother tongue, is now a global language. Without it, it is barely possible to travel abroad. As a consequence, very many sentences have become subject to the same grammaitical rules and much vocabulary has been absorbed into a universal and common usage. Pronunciations and voices have disappeared. The resonance of throat, vocal chords and palate formed by those voices has degenerated. For all that this world of ours is a babble, in fact it operates in simple tones on a single frequency. So we hope, hope above all, to hear you read in your mother tongue. Our mother tongue is the womb of literature. Yet in this globalised age it is also a literary enclave of the air. So let the air above Shanghai resound with many, many voices.
You have come to China's city Shanghai each bearing your own mother tongue, but then converse in English. English, once a regional mother tongue, is now a global language. Without it, it is barely possible to travel abroad. As a consequence, very many sentences have become subject to the same grammaitical rules and much vocabulary has been absorbed into a universal and common usage. Pronunciations and voices have disappeared. The resonance of throat, vocal chords and palate formed by those voices has degenerated. For all that this world of ours is a babble, in fact it operates in simple tones on a single frequency. So we hope, hope above all, to hear you read in your mother tongue. Our mother tongue is the womb of literature. Yet in this globalised age it is also a literary enclave of the air. So let the air above Shanghai resound with many, many voices.
歡迎你的時時刻刻與我們的匯合，仿佛溪流匯入江河，一同流淌，在下一個岔道再分離，就這樣，你中有了我， 我中有了你。
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