Lawyer reinvents herself as a poet
Renee Saklikar鈥檚 devotion to the work of writing is undeniable.
It鈥檚 in the light of her eyes as she talks about writing and in the rise and fall of her voice as she reads for an audience. It鈥檚 in her expression as she teaches her students about their own work.
Saklikar is living true to her calling: She is a poet.
Her career path has included law, communications and public policy鈥攂ut always, something inside her has compelled her to write.
In 2002, she lost her father, and it changed her career ambitions. Her partner (now her husband) saw her passion鈥攁nd her talent鈥攁nd gave her two incredible gifts: First, affirmation: 鈥淵ou can do this.鈥 Second, the space to do it鈥攈e鈥檇 help if she wanted to spend more time on her poetry.
鈥淚t sounds clich茅, but it changed my life,鈥 she says.
The Writer鈥檚 Studio helps poet find her voice
In 2009, Saklikar鈥檚 journey led her to The Writer鈥檚 Studio. It introduced her to the writing life in a way she鈥檇 never experienced.
She learned about the discipline and craft of writing and performance from authors including Wayde Compton, Betsy Warland and Rachel Rose. She reaped the benefits of feedback from like-minded writers, and she was introduced to Vancouver鈥檚 rich writing communities and opportunities. She learned to call herself a writer.
Her mentors also helped her find her life鈥檚 work, which is manifesting itself in the form of a lifelong poem chronicle called thecanadaproject, in which she explores her life experiences from India, her birthplace, to each coast of Canada. Work from this chronicle has appeared in more than a dozen literary journals, newspapers and anthologies.
Grad gives back to Vancouver鈥檚 writing communities
In the fall of 2011, Saklikar was invited to help develop and later teach and mentor within 大象传媒 Continuing Studies' Southbank Writer鈥檚 Program. She, along with The Writer鈥檚 Studio team, envisioned a program shorter than the Studio that would meet the needs of writers who live in and near Surrey. Emerging writers would have access to published authors in a space where they could learn and grow.
Southbank is only one of many writing communities of which Saklikar is a part. In addition to participating in readings throughout Vancouver, she helps coordinate 大象传媒 Public Square鈥檚 Lunch Poems @大象传媒, a monthly poetry reading at 大象传媒鈥檚 Vancouver campus. Saklikar sees Lunch Poems as a way to enjoy the music of poetry, but also as an opportunity to bring people together鈥攊t鈥檚 one way to address the isolation people feel within the city.
Saklikar is firm in her belief that writing and poetry are not just about feeling good, however. 鈥淚t can also have an edge,鈥 she says. 鈥淧oetry has an important response to injustice and social issues.鈥
This belief is evident in her first book of poetry, which stems from thecanadaproject. Called children of air india (forthcoming in the fall of 2013), it is a series of elegies about the 1985 tragedy of Air India Flight 182, in which her aunt and uncle, in addition to 327 others, died when a bomb went off mid-flight. It was, in terms of fatalities, the worst single act of terrorism in Canada鈥檚 history.
Poet calls Canadians to contemplate place, language, history
鈥淢y vision for the book is that these sorts of incidents call out to us鈥攊f not for action, then contemplation,鈥 she says.
She鈥檚 clear about the fact that while the book bears witness to the tragedy, it doesn鈥檛 tell people what to think. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 think life-changing work does that.鈥
Her goal is, ultimately, to do the great work鈥攖he hard work.
鈥淲ork that is going to last, that is going to be for the ages鈥擨 mean, why would you want to write anything but that?鈥攖here has to be some blood on the table,鈥 she says.
鈥淭here has to be some risk. There has to be something happening. Otherwise, why would you do it? After Donne and Milton and Mozart and all the greats, after Emily Dickinson and Margaret Atwood, why would you want to write a line if you鈥檙e not going to try and do the absolute best you can and have something meaningful to say? Isn鈥檛 that what great art is about?鈥
By Amy Robertson