AS 
                        A guest speaker last June at the Creative Arts Programme 
                        (CAP) - an in-camp hothouse for local literary talent - 
                        I asked my audience of secondary and JC students what would 
                      most motivate them to keep writing as working adults.  
                      
                        
                           
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                    ''Money'', 
                      was the first answer.  
                    ''To 
                        win awards'', was the quick second.  
                    Such 
                      youthful idealism, no? 
                    Hey, 
                      these are some of our best and brightest - as apt to scale 
                      the heights of investment banking as pen the Next Great 
                      Novel. 
                    They're 
                      spoilt for choice, really. 
                    And 
                      in a society that values visible achievement, why expend 
                      their talents where it's unlikely to be noticed, or be added 
                      to CVs? 
                    ''Why 
                      waste time'' is the cardinal principle they're obeying here.                       
                    After 
                      all, even their seniors cleave to the hard calculus of cost-benefit.                       
                    Some 
                      of my prolific literary colleagues - credible, award-winning 
                      writers, mind you - admit in private that they used the 
                      Singapore Literature Prize (now defunct) as an incentive 
                      to spin out words to a regular deadline. 
                    Seems 
                      that awards are still a great way to get artists to crank 
                      up their creative juices. So, why can't we have more of 
                      them? 
                    The 
                      only big-time literary award we have left is the National 
                      Arts Council- (NAC) and SPH-backed Golden Point Award, for 
                      which entries closed last Friday. 
                    Last 
                      year, the organisers received 400 submissions in the English 
                      short-story section alone. 
                    For 
                      the first time this year, the Golden Point is open to poetry, 
                      and it's been flooded with entries. 
                    The 
                      good folks at NAC are still counting the chads on this one. 
                    There's 
                      no dearth of literary interest in Singapore - merely a shortage 
                      of channels for our closet scribblers to come to light. 
                    To 
                      be fair, it's not only the mercenary impulse at work here. 
                    Without 
                      an established culture of critique and review, awards are 
                      just about the only way to get one's work noticed, appraised 
                      and recognised. 
                    And, 
                      like it or not, the busy reading public relies on awards 
                      to tell them which are the must-reads. 
                    Established 
                      literary capitals bank on a plethora of high-profile awards 
                      to sustain public interest in the book business.  
                    Many 
                      are open - at least in theory - to an international field. 
                    So 
                      why not develop our own classy literary award, and invite 
                      entries from all over the region or the world? 
                    Better 
                      yet, get a few international names as judges in order to 
                      raise the bar and the level of interest. 
                    Heck, 
                      make it big enough and you might even attract some real 
                      literary foreign talent into our little cosmopolis.  
                    But, 
                      let's first demonstrate that we appreciate quality when 
                      we see it. And never mind if it ruffles a few feathers. 
                    If 
                      winning and giving world-class awards are what it takes 
                      to put us on the literary world map, fine. Our own folks 
                      are up to it: Singaporean Teng Qian Xi, now 18, was the 
                      first overseas winner of the British Poetry Society's Simon 
                      Elvin Young Poet Award last year.  
                    And 
                      some of our veterans have either won, judged or organised 
                      international awards such as the South-East Asian Write 
                      award and the Commonwealth Book Prize. 
                    And 
                      that's why, when this year's CAP participants tell me they're 
                      only waiting for an award to write for, I'll tell them: 
                      Why not go start one? 
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