Amidst a thousand papers to write and finals to study for I came across something I least expected.
Inspiration! A poem hit me out of nowhere and carried me somewhere.
The Blue.
Beautiful man he came from the blue.
Sweat dried on our backs from the private monsoon.
The strength of a thousand armies could never amount.
Nestled onto silky stands.
Shining a retina burning light.
Flames engulfing every emotion.
A smile even the darkness could not extinguish.
Delicious and full it was all we needed.
Lying in the sun with the grass scratching our backs.
He didn't care if he had a few bruises.
She left him.
Speeding toward the end of a long day's flight.
Score one for me for actually producing something.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
UMD Blog Hop!
1. Where are you right now? (You can answer literally, or you can stop giving boring answers to every question you’re asked, and think outside the box.)
Physically I am in my dorm room on my bed listening to my roommate's breathing as she sleeps. This is both not as creepy and just as creepy as it sounds. Mentally I am craving frozen yogurt to the point of unhealthy obsession and I am imagining myself in line at Pinkberry to get some. Emotionally I am frantic, half crazed, and strangely calm all at once due to approaching finals.
Seriously look at that picture. It hurts so much why aren't I eating it???!!!!!!
and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
Physically I am in my dorm room on my bed listening to my roommate's breathing as she sleeps. This is both not as creepy and just as creepy as it sounds. Mentally I am craving frozen yogurt to the point of unhealthy obsession and I am imagining myself in line at Pinkberry to get some. Emotionally I am frantic, half crazed, and strangely calm all at once due to approaching finals.
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2. What keeps you blogging? Your pride? Your mom? Wanting someone other than your cat to tell you that you’re awesome?
Honestly class. Somewhat honestly I enjoy it. Dishonestly because I have sooo much to say.
3. What blogs or bloggers do you look to for inspiration, ideas, or just to get the blog side of your brain turned on?
I am a huge fan of Keiko Lynn. It's a fashion/makeup blog which is far from what I'm blogging about but her blog screams perfection to me.
4. What is your most Terp-like quality? Is you’re not a Terp, well, I’m sorry, but you should be. Go out and get Terpy. Then report back with your newly acquired Terp quality.
If you push me on my back I have a hard time turning over too.
5. If you could pick any celebrity or politician to give your blog a shout out via Twitter, who would it be?
Russell Brand. Russell Brand. Russell Brand. I love him forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
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and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
6. Congrats. Wallace Loh stumbled upon your blog and wants to host an all-night party to celebrate your genius. You get to pick the campus building and the two professors who will be in charge of DJ-ing and food/drinks. Go:
I want to rebel on this. I don't want to pick a building. I choose the mall. It would be epic outside with lots of room to run around, frolic,and dance.But especially frolic. There is no need for professors to be in charge of anything I want anarchy! That will be the party theme: anarchical.
7. And finally, a serious question. What have you learned from blogging? Did you learn about writing? Did you learn about people? Did you learn how easy it is to get distracted on the internet? (But jk on the last one; you already knew that, of course.)
I have learned that I do not have the patience or drive needed to keep up a blog. I truly admire people who can blog well and often because it isn't easy. It takes a special kind of dedication in a person. A blog is like a kid, you have to take care of it otherwise Child Protective Services will take them away...or people won't keep reading your blog in this case. Where was I going with that analogy?
Saturday, April 28, 2012
The Man I Love Can Only Love Someone Else
People use public spaces as their own diaries. The profound words I have found scribbled on bathroom stall doors, stall walls, and mirror could fill their own book of Bathroom Proverbs.
Some of the best ones I've found were :
"Rock and roll is dead but that doesn't mean we can't dance with the ghost" scrawled across a mirror in the bathroom of a music venue in marker.
"God is a bully" written in minuscule handwriting on the back wall next to the toilet in a bookstore. The small writing made me feel like that person had truly felt bullied and beaten by God.
"J.P + me can never be because love could never save us" messily scribbled in lipstick on a bathroom wall tile in a middle school. I don't know how "in love" J.P and "me" were but it sounded profound. That kid is going places.
My favorite has to be one that I found in the bathroom of a restaurant.
"THE MAN I LOVE CAN ONLY LOVE SOMEONE ELSE"
It was inscribed across the inside of the bathroom stall door in bold, black ink. It was large enough to take up the entire space. The sentence was in all caps. It felt like this person was screaming out their pain via their pen and wanted every user of that stall to feel it too. I did.
I don't know who that person was or why the man they love can only love someone else or what that means exactly but I don't think I had to. The emotion was felt and my curiosity peaked. This could make for a good story.
There is a whole following of mesmerized bathroom graffiti lovers like myself as is shown on the website The Graffiti Project.
Sunday, April 22, 2012
A Vampire, A Werewolf, and a Ghost Walk Into a Bar...
I'm a complete T.V. junkie. I have a show for every day of the week (at least) and when I can't catch it on T.V. I watch it online right after it airs. I get the shakes if I don't see my show right away. Okay I'm exaggerating. Or maybe I'm just saying that to dodge any judgment. Anyway.
I love British television. The shows are insanely entertaining for me and far more graphic than a basic cable show would be here in the U.S. One of my favorite Brit shows is Being Human, a sci-fi comedy/drama.
I was immediately intrigued. He was scary. He seemed to have an interesting backstory. As the season went on I found him to also be a hilarious and a unique character. Hal was the complete opposite of Mitchell. Mitchell was laid back and "cool" while Hal was uptight, high strung, and OCD. He is also one of the oldest vampires alive dying in the 1500s. However, both Hal and Mitchell are trying to sustain from drinking human blood. I was hooked yet again.
Now the way they integrated the new cast was interesting. First they killed off Mitchell and George. Tom and Hal were introduced to be the new main characters along with Annie. It became this (Hal, Annie, Tom).
It was a new dynamic and a new chemistry in the group. It wasn't the same as Mitchell and George and I missed them dearly but I was getting used to this new group. Until...Annie left. Now when Annie left I was so upset. She had been one of my favorite characters in the show for the longest time. Even with Tom and Hal coming in it still felt like Being Human because of that last familiar face. I was skeptical yet again. But they introduced a new character, Alex.
She was a human who took a liking to Hal. Sadly, she shouldn't have tried to make a vampire her boyfriend (that never does work out does it?) because she ends up getting killed (I won't say how) and becomes...you guessed it. A ghost. I liked Alex. She was funny and sarcastic and completely different from Annie who had a mothering nature. But I wasn't running away from the new ghost in town. The end of the fourth season officially had the original three departing and the new three of Hal, Tom, and Alex taking reign.
So now the show looks like this.
It was a slow change. One that could have easily failed. But the writing for these new characters, although different, was just as engaging as the old characters. I'm still in love with Being Human for their characters which is a feat I thought could not happen.
Now we have moments like this.
Different dynamic but still I love them. I applaud the writing on this show for being able to take away the main characters, make me weep for them and want them back, and then have me embrace and love a whole new cast of characters. That's writing at it's finest.
To check out more about Being Human look here
I love British television. The shows are insanely entertaining for me and far more graphic than a basic cable show would be here in the U.S. One of my favorite Brit shows is Being Human, a sci-fi comedy/drama.
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| Via BBC America |
Now there is a U.S. counterpart to this show but for the sake of my sanity we will pretend it never was green lit into existence. Being Human centers around three supernatural creatures. They all live in an apartment together and are trying to "be human". Hilarity and drama ensues.
First there is Mitchell (right of picture), a vampire who died during World War I. After a long life of killing humans and embracing his evil side he decides to stop drinking blood and be "human". Then there's his best friend George (left of picture), a werewolf, who has been turned from human to beast recently. He only becomes a werewolf one night a month so he spends the rest of his days trying to live a relatively quiet life. And then there's Mitchell and George's other best friend (and eventual love of Mitchell's life) Annie (middle of picture). She's a ghost who was killed by her fiancee and now spends her days making tea and trying to figure out how to pass on to the other side.
The thing about this show is the writing is so well done for the characters. The story lines weren't always the strongest (they tend to occasionally only make sense when its convenient for a particular episode) but the characters were so strong and realistic I couldn't help but watch. I loved the idea of three supernatural creatures trying to be human and frankly they were able to convey some of the most realistic moments I've had in my life more so than a show about humans.
Take this scene for example.
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I've been there. Oh Mitchell and George how I've been there. I think most people can relate to how something so mundane and simple getting changed can lead to a breakdown. It's hilarious and relatable and scenes like this is what kept me tuning in, not the supernatural element.
Now times have changed since this scene. Spoiler alert but...all three of them die. Annie more so moves on to the other side but you get the idea. So the show has ended. It's over.
Nope. Being Human did something that a lot of British shows do but I think they did it in a brilliant way. They replaced the cast with all new characters. They did this slowly. First they introduced a new werewolf, Tom in the season before they started killing off the core three. He was a supporting character who gradually worked his way up to being a main one. Then came Hal.
Mitchell is arguably the lead in the show. He has the most dramatic story lines, the most screen time, and well he's easy on the eyes. When he died I was thrown. I made plans to boycott the show and give up. What the hell was the point without Mitchell. But then they introduced Hal. In order to introduce a brand new character no one knows to replace a fan favorite it has to be done well and the character has to be great. I applaud Being Human for doing just that and introducing a new leading vampire that I was excited about and grew to love.
The first time we are introduced to Hal is in this scene.
First there is Mitchell (right of picture), a vampire who died during World War I. After a long life of killing humans and embracing his evil side he decides to stop drinking blood and be "human". Then there's his best friend George (left of picture), a werewolf, who has been turned from human to beast recently. He only becomes a werewolf one night a month so he spends the rest of his days trying to live a relatively quiet life. And then there's Mitchell and George's other best friend (and eventual love of Mitchell's life) Annie (middle of picture). She's a ghost who was killed by her fiancee and now spends her days making tea and trying to figure out how to pass on to the other side.
The thing about this show is the writing is so well done for the characters. The story lines weren't always the strongest (they tend to occasionally only make sense when its convenient for a particular episode) but the characters were so strong and realistic I couldn't help but watch. I loved the idea of three supernatural creatures trying to be human and frankly they were able to convey some of the most realistic moments I've had in my life more so than a show about humans.
Take this scene for example.
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Now times have changed since this scene. Spoiler alert but...all three of them die. Annie more so moves on to the other side but you get the idea. So the show has ended. It's over.
Nope. Being Human did something that a lot of British shows do but I think they did it in a brilliant way. They replaced the cast with all new characters. They did this slowly. First they introduced a new werewolf, Tom in the season before they started killing off the core three. He was a supporting character who gradually worked his way up to being a main one. Then came Hal.
Mitchell is arguably the lead in the show. He has the most dramatic story lines, the most screen time, and well he's easy on the eyes. When he died I was thrown. I made plans to boycott the show and give up. What the hell was the point without Mitchell. But then they introduced Hal. In order to introduce a brand new character no one knows to replace a fan favorite it has to be done well and the character has to be great. I applaud Being Human for doing just that and introducing a new leading vampire that I was excited about and grew to love.
The first time we are introduced to Hal is in this scene.
I was immediately intrigued. He was scary. He seemed to have an interesting backstory. As the season went on I found him to also be a hilarious and a unique character. Hal was the complete opposite of Mitchell. Mitchell was laid back and "cool" while Hal was uptight, high strung, and OCD. He is also one of the oldest vampires alive dying in the 1500s. However, both Hal and Mitchell are trying to sustain from drinking human blood. I was hooked yet again.
Now the way they integrated the new cast was interesting. First they killed off Mitchell and George. Tom and Hal were introduced to be the new main characters along with Annie. It became this (Hal, Annie, Tom).
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| Via BBC America |
She was a human who took a liking to Hal. Sadly, she shouldn't have tried to make a vampire her boyfriend (that never does work out does it?) because she ends up getting killed (I won't say how) and becomes...you guessed it. A ghost. I liked Alex. She was funny and sarcastic and completely different from Annie who had a mothering nature. But I wasn't running away from the new ghost in town. The end of the fourth season officially had the original three departing and the new three of Hal, Tom, and Alex taking reign.
So now the show looks like this.
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| Via BBC America |
It was a slow change. One that could have easily failed. But the writing for these new characters, although different, was just as engaging as the old characters. I'm still in love with Being Human for their characters which is a feat I thought could not happen.
Now we have moments like this.
Different dynamic but still I love them. I applaud the writing on this show for being able to take away the main characters, make me weep for them and want them back, and then have me embrace and love a whole new cast of characters. That's writing at it's finest.
To check out more about Being Human look here
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
please don't ask me to take your picture.
I hate when strangers ask me to take their picture for them. I can spot it minutes before it happens and I always try to avoid it. The exclamation over whatever scenery they are seeing. The fumble through the bag for the camera. The predator-like gaze they give as their eyes scan the premises and land on...me. "Excuse me could you take our picture?" I consider running away. I consider taking their camera, throwing it, and then running away. I consider pretending to not speak english and then running away. Or just staring at them until they decide I'm too insane to handle their precious camera and then running away. Running away is essential to every escape plan I conjure. But no. I smile big and say "Sure!". And then it begins.
They always start by handing over the camera and telling me "Just press the button right here at the top". Oh sir and/or ma'am all the instructions in the world couldn't save you from the atrocious picture I'm about to take. They pose and smile. I press the button (as per instructed really what could go wrong?) and capture the image that will become a visual memory for life. They quickly rush over to see the result and..."Oh would you mind taking it again? Our faces are blurry". Oh of course strangers. They hustle back into position and I take the picture again. They come back and...the look of confusion on their faces is comical but also mortifying for me.
I can see their thought process clearly. We told her to just push the button. Did she misunderstand? She looked capable of handling this...she seemed mentally sound. But maybe not...so where is her caretaker? The whole time I maintain my happy face as they politely thank me and then go scoping for another photographer. One who can follow simple instructions. It doesn't matter what they tell me or how simple the camera is I WILL NEVER TAKE A GOOD PICTURE. EVER. Not for strangers, not for friends, not for my family, not for my self, not for that cat, not for the serial killer who says take a picture or I will kill you. I will die.
I know you're thinking come on it can't be that bad. Oh hardy har.
Exhibit A.
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| Photo credit me |
Exhibit B
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| Photo credit me |
I don't know what these things are. I have no clue where I was or why I took them. Obviously it was something important enough for me to want to take a picture but I will never know.
So because of my lack of photography skills I admire people who can take pictures. It amazes me. One photographer in particular I really love is Sion Fullana. He does mainly street photography from his iPhone. Obviously this blew my photography challenged brain.
Some examples are
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| Photo credit Sion Fullana |
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| Photo credit Sion Fullana |
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| Photo credit Sion Fullana |
I wish I had half the photography talent this man has. His pictures are flawless.
Even though I can't take pictures I do like to look at them. But that's where photography and I part ways. Please keep this in mind when you think about asking me to take your pictures strangers. I beg of you.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
And so it goes...
I knew someone who had the phrase "So it goes" tattooed across her collarbone. People would always ask her the significance of the tattoo and she would stare at them blankly then exclaim "It's Kurt Vonnegut! It's meaningful. It's everything."
Now I will admit I have never read Slaughterhouse Five (from which the above phrase was taken). It's one of those books I have always been meaning to read. Eventually. Since I haven't my knowledge of this phrase is only that its repeated throughout the book and holds some significance. That's it. But that phrase was able to reach out from a novel and become a person's entire belief system. Enough so that they got a tattoo of it.
I think it's a great testament of a writer's ability to stick with its audience if people are tattooing your words across their skin. I mean that shit is permanent. That's the idea anyway. Your words will be on this person's body until their skin has disintegrated. Imitation might be the highest form of flattery but tattooing someone else's words onto you might be as flattering as it gets.
Literary tattoos are insanely popular. Contrariwise features a lot of tattoos from book quotes to song lyrics. A personal favorite of mine is
It says "the world is quiet here". The quote is from my favorite book series as a kid, "A Series of Unfortunate Events" by Lemony Snicket. I've always loved that quote. But would I get a tattoo of it? After consideration I had to keep it real with myself. Nope. But this person did and I must say it looks very nice.
I'm also a huge fan of Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar". I found this gem:
It says "I listened to the old bray of my heart" on the left side and "I am i am i am" on the right.Now I LOVE LOVE LOVE this tattoo. From the font to the placement I think its perfect. However, once again, no, I would not get this tattoo.
Finally, I also fell for this tattoo.
From Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk it says "It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything." Another quote that I love and that is pretty popular in the tattoo world. It's great but again not for me.
I am a person who has no tattoos and most likely would never get any because I'm sure as soon as I did I would change my mind and want a different one in a different place. I am the person who struggles to decide what to eat every day and then just as I take the first bite of my Big Mac decide I really wanted pizza. Or maybe sushi. I cannot make a decision to save my life...so hopefully I never have to.
Other people can though. And so many decide what they should tattoo are another person's words. Although I probably won't be jumping on the bandwagon myself I am infatuated with the idea. If someone ever decided to make that commitment between words of mine and their flesh, my words would accept the proposal blushing and crying while calling all the other words over to flaunt the engagement ring.
Contrariwise also has a section for So it goes. I discovered it's a mini literary tattoo phenomenon. All caused by one man's mind. So it goes...'til death and beyond. It's chilling, but in the greatest way.
Now I will admit I have never read Slaughterhouse Five (from which the above phrase was taken). It's one of those books I have always been meaning to read. Eventually. Since I haven't my knowledge of this phrase is only that its repeated throughout the book and holds some significance. That's it. But that phrase was able to reach out from a novel and become a person's entire belief system. Enough so that they got a tattoo of it.
I think it's a great testament of a writer's ability to stick with its audience if people are tattooing your words across their skin. I mean that shit is permanent. That's the idea anyway. Your words will be on this person's body until their skin has disintegrated. Imitation might be the highest form of flattery but tattooing someone else's words onto you might be as flattering as it gets.
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| via contrariwise.com |
It says "the world is quiet here". The quote is from my favorite book series as a kid, "A Series of Unfortunate Events" by Lemony Snicket. I've always loved that quote. But would I get a tattoo of it? After consideration I had to keep it real with myself. Nope. But this person did and I must say it looks very nice.
I'm also a huge fan of Sylvia Plath's "The Bell Jar". I found this gem:
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| via contrariwise.com |
It says "I listened to the old bray of my heart" on the left side and "I am i am i am" on the right.Now I LOVE LOVE LOVE this tattoo. From the font to the placement I think its perfect. However, once again, no, I would not get this tattoo.
Finally, I also fell for this tattoo.
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| via contrariwise.com |
From Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk it says "It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything." Another quote that I love and that is pretty popular in the tattoo world. It's great but again not for me.
I am a person who has no tattoos and most likely would never get any because I'm sure as soon as I did I would change my mind and want a different one in a different place. I am the person who struggles to decide what to eat every day and then just as I take the first bite of my Big Mac decide I really wanted pizza. Or maybe sushi. I cannot make a decision to save my life...so hopefully I never have to.
Other people can though. And so many decide what they should tattoo are another person's words. Although I probably won't be jumping on the bandwagon myself I am infatuated with the idea. If someone ever decided to make that commitment between words of mine and their flesh, my words would accept the proposal blushing and crying while calling all the other words over to flaunt the engagement ring.
Contrariwise also has a section for So it goes. I discovered it's a mini literary tattoo phenomenon. All caused by one man's mind. So it goes...'til death and beyond. It's chilling, but in the greatest way.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Blog Shoutout!
The best way to learn about writing is to read, read, read! I'd like to draw attention to a fellow writing blog Sea of Rhymes run by my fellow classmate Yalabe. This blog promises to be "a mixture of intellect and dope words." It delivers. Personal favorite of mine is the poem "In This Skin Of Mine". Powerful words here. It's haunting, thought-provoking, and all around a great piece. Besides writing creative pieces the blog also has interviews and random musings from the author. Good source of inspiration!
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Carrie Bradshaw is My Religion (Sort Of)
So I failed. I made up every excuse in the book. I had to watch one more show on Hulu. I had to sort through my socks and make sure they all had partners. I had to feed my dog (I don't have a dog). I had to answer all of the telemarketing phone calls that always call me at the exact same time every day to request that I be put on their do not call list. And then proceeded to have nice little chats with each of them. There might have even been a point where I decided to organize my pens by the color spectrum. My fool proof plan was a failure.
It made me realize just because I set a goal to write does not mean I will write. Clearly, writer's block doesn't work that way. So although my exercise failed I did learn an important lesson. Maybe it's time to try something different.
Avid procrastinator and T.V. watcher that I am I found myself watching an episode of Sex and the City that was focused on my exact issue (Season 5, Episode 2 "Unoriginal Sin" to be exact). Carrie was also struggling with writer's block. She was talking about how her lack of inspiration led her to write about her quest to find the perfect french fry when I wanted to jump through the screen and give good ol' Sarah Jessica Parker a hug. Hallelujah sister! She knew my pain.
(via theboywiththepradabackpack.blogspot.com)
Sex and the City hasn't just helped me with my writing but others too. I was surprised to find this article on how one writer learned about writing from Sex and the City. It struck me as insane and random but I suppose that's what writing can be sometimes. Doesn't matter how you find inspiration as long as you do. And it can come from the most surprising of places. So thank you Sex and the City.
(via anygoodshow.com)
In the episode Carrie writes a poem about how men are like argyle socks (again a random inspiration) and also goes to a baptism. The theme of religion and writing about whatever your eye lands on in your room gave me an idea for my own poem that popped into my head as I drank a refreshing glass of water.
Water For the Senses
Pour some water upon my eyes they have to be baptized
Cascading waves could never erase the sin from any saint
After prayer and contrition
Water can give no redemption
Aching with no other thought
I cast my sightless eyes upon my closed lids
So there it is! My first piece of writing post writer's block. It has no real meaning. I was just working with religious and watery imagery. But it's a start. Funny how it came from trying to avoid writing instead of from a writing exercise I was forcing myself to do. Carrie Bradshaw helped me find my faith in writing again. Amen.
It made me realize just because I set a goal to write does not mean I will write. Clearly, writer's block doesn't work that way. So although my exercise failed I did learn an important lesson. Maybe it's time to try something different.
Avid procrastinator and T.V. watcher that I am I found myself watching an episode of Sex and the City that was focused on my exact issue (Season 5, Episode 2 "Unoriginal Sin" to be exact). Carrie was also struggling with writer's block. She was talking about how her lack of inspiration led her to write about her quest to find the perfect french fry when I wanted to jump through the screen and give good ol' Sarah Jessica Parker a hug. Hallelujah sister! She knew my pain.
(via theboywiththepradabackpack.blogspot.com)
Sex and the City hasn't just helped me with my writing but others too. I was surprised to find this article on how one writer learned about writing from Sex and the City. It struck me as insane and random but I suppose that's what writing can be sometimes. Doesn't matter how you find inspiration as long as you do. And it can come from the most surprising of places. So thank you Sex and the City.
(via anygoodshow.com)
In the episode Carrie writes a poem about how men are like argyle socks (again a random inspiration) and also goes to a baptism. The theme of religion and writing about whatever your eye lands on in your room gave me an idea for my own poem that popped into my head as I drank a refreshing glass of water.
Water For the Senses
Pour some water upon my eyes they have to be baptized
Cascading waves could never erase the sin from any saint
After prayer and contrition
Water can give no redemption
Aching with no other thought
I cast my sightless eyes upon my closed lids
So there it is! My first piece of writing post writer's block. It has no real meaning. I was just working with religious and watery imagery. But it's a start. Funny how it came from trying to avoid writing instead of from a writing exercise I was forcing myself to do. Carrie Bradshaw helped me find my faith in writing again. Amen.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Hello hello!
I'm no Hemingway, Edgar Allan Poe, Faulkner, or god forbid Shakespeare. When I write it's usually at 2 am when I'm half drunk with sleep and the shadows are morphing into little creatures in the corners. It doesn't always make sense at the time I'm writing or it makes perfect sense until I read it again in the morning wondering what in the world I was talking about. Yet it's my writing all the same and breathing life into words is what I have always loved to do. These days writing has become slower and slower to come by. I never seem to have the time, energy, or inspiration to write....well...anything at all. Considering I never had a real method to writing to begin with I had no clue how to fix this. Was it even fixable? I decided to start this blog to see if there is a cure to this writer's block disease. Since I've never used any method when writing maybe I should try out some writing methods to see if they can work for me.
Basically, a self-exile into writing.
Maybe I'll discover that all I needed was to be forced into my mind again to drag my inspiration out kicking and screaming so I can chain it to the page. Or maybe I'll find out inspiration can't be forced otherwise your writing will end up resenting you, boycotting the page picket signs and all. Either way, I need to see if there really is a method to the madness of writing. Or if the method is there is none at all.
Basically, a self-exile into writing.
Maybe I'll discover that all I needed was to be forced into my mind again to drag my inspiration out kicking and screaming so I can chain it to the page. Or maybe I'll find out inspiration can't be forced otherwise your writing will end up resenting you, boycotting the page picket signs and all. Either way, I need to see if there really is a method to the madness of writing. Or if the method is there is none at all.
First assignment: a friend of mine told me that her aunt, a creative writing teacher, often asks her students to choose a piece of music to listen to and then write whatever the music brings to mind to turn into a creative writing piece. I decided that was an easy enough place to start.
I chose this live performance of "Concrete Wall" by Zee Avi
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I think it's so beautiful on its own but it will be interesting to see if I can bring my own work out of hers. Here's to hoping this works...or is at least a good start.
Until next time.
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