Macbeth & Me

Greetings,


I know I'm much too young to have met The Bard, (or the fictitious character of his creation: MB). But believe it or not I have developed a special bond with both of them over the years. We've gone through valley and over mountain. Tears, smiles. Happiness, sorrow....



It all began my freshman year in a cozy suburban high school when my favorite English teacher Mrs. K said that we would be reading Shakespeare. My first reaction was:

OMG that's not even english!

It will be so hard to read! I will never understand it. But she calmly coaxed me down from the ceiling where I'd been clinging and presuaded me to give it a try. We started off with R+J, of course.

And...

I loved it. It wasn't what my palate was used to, but it wasn't hard. I relished being the only one who could do it so well, too. I tried flourishes and accents that no one else in the class could do. 

When I went to 10th grade

BAM

I got hit with the next level of The Bard. Macbeth. And I was seriously like

Wait.... What?

How am I supposed to say this? Isn't there supposed to be another word there? What is this madness!!! But I caught on quickly. After that, I tried out for out school's version of A Midsummer's Night Dream. That nearly took out a fuze. Just trying to understand it. But I survived.

Then now. My second year of college. It is the revival of Macbeth! Well for me anyway.

I have to do a monologue for Acting 2 from guess what play by the Master Bard himself: you got it MB.

And guess who yours truly is reading for?

Oh, yes. Lady MB herself. Not in the flesh.... because she killed herself... but ... I'm getting ahead of myself.

If you're a beginner on the works of The Bard, I reccomend starting with R+J. It won't be completely easy, but at least you won't be all....

So yeah. Take it easy with that 'Ye Olde English'....

Anywho....


Oh, yeah. Bad news: I didn't get a callback. I know

OH GAWD WHYYYYYY!!!! WHY DIDN'T

THEY CHOSE ME?! WHY!? OH GAWD WHYYYY!!!

But it's okay. I'm not crying. Good news is: I did get referred to the Assistant Stage Manager position by the Director/Advisor of the Theatre Department!! 

OH JOY!

But yeah. Isi mein life.

Intro

Let's try some of that good 'Olde' English shall we? And let's just throw in some pentameter for fun!

Prithee my sweet  Wilt thou henceforth deny

Mine heart it's tender respite

Naught canst relieve me of thine image

Wavering as it dost in the cockles of

Fantasies past. Whither thou hath gone

I hath followed thee

In mine own eyes ye were likened unto

A goddess, far fairer than mere woman

Canst be described

Tarry not in my thoughts, I beseech thee

Yet in thy fullsome state go thither unto

Another that thy may trow to wax in his sight

All the more.

Reason/ Inspiration

Clearly I was inspired by The Bard today. And I have no specific reason for writing this other than that I have promised you a poem a day* and I didn't want you bored breathless with the same olde nonesense.

Closing/ Future

In closing, I am quite tired and I trow that I may take a nap on the couch thither that I may be restored unto my fullsome state. In the future, I will be king. Say the three weird sisters.

Alón

Blip on the Radar

Greetings.

Today I will be brief:

I am very happy. So excited about my World Lit class. Even though its at 9am. I love the teacher. He's awesome. Dr. K. I am charged with the electricity to dance right now. To this song.

[You must listen in 480p]



Intro

And it makes me feel like this:

Blip on the Radar

Sailing over your vibrations

Feel the ocean in my chest

Wave at the riffs

Make me rise and fall with your tide

Of mind

Off the shore of my core

Tiptoeing on your syllables

En pointe

My happiness is reachable

and enflamed

gorging forth for my outstretched

fingertips

The electronic lines behind

My eyelids

dance with the vision

Silver, green, pink

Goosebumps

To even consider

The chorus behind

The scene

I'm on the clouds

In the clouds

Of the clouds

I am the clouds

Reason/Inspiration

I can't explain it... There's so much more to how this music makes me feel. And I wish I could dance right now. In this specific moment give birth to my body's imaginiation at this point, this second in time.... because any other time, before now... after.... it will never be the same. I will never feel this the way I felt it today. I will never hear the same thing... be this inspired. I can't explain....

This is a blip on the radar.

Good on ya, Kid. You did good.

Closing/ Future

In closing, I love that song. Also I love Pokerface by him. Also, in the future you can expect longer posts.... provided I'm not lazy on that day as well.

Good Day.

Stupid Public Transportation! [A Rant]

Greetings.

Yes. I know I said this would not be a dumping ground for the troubles of my life. But. It's not a dumping ground if you clean up after yourself! :D

I hate the public transportation systems. I hate the buses. I hate the trains. I hate getting to places that I'd said I'd be on time for, late! I hate not having my own car. That's right. Maybe I should be pin-pointing the real problem here....

My lack of personal transportation.

I've been meaning to get a moped or a car this semester. I was looking up models I liked and prices. Then... I got into the Registration rush and got distracted. Back to business. I need a car, people!!!


This is a cute Stella Moped.


I want to hurry up and get the CDs for  this Chinese class. I'm doing good with Pinyin. I think that's how you spell it.... But yes. My tutor says good job after I repeat so that's a cool thing right?


Intro

I don't really have an idea right now. And luckily I have plenty of time to rove the internet. So, that is just what I am going to do.


Okay. I got it. Funny thing: I didin't even need the internet. Somebody heard that I was looking for inspiration so he handed me C.K. Williams' "Poems 1963-1983". I fipped open to page 5 and I saw something that inspired the following.

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The Hands on My Tongue


Clasping to every morsel of
Knowledge and
Air
Pressing through my lips
to seek the fingertips of
The Ubiquitous
that seems to relish my
reaching
groping
The void that dug into my side
Sing this song
Sound this sound
As the airwaves pass through my outstretched
digits
Vibrating my nail beds and teeth
Build on these palms and extended tongue
Build like the crecendo of a lullaby
Along my lifeline and tastebuds

The flavor of need
of oily greed
of desire
to feed



Reason/ Inspiration

It's hard to understand myself sometimes. But in my opinion, ones' poetry is not meant to be understood all the time. It is meant to be expressed. Released. I love that one song by Incubus, which was shown to me by a friend a few months ago. Like I said too, a guy behind me just handed me the C.K. Williams book. If you want to know about the poem on page 5 then go visit your local library. :D



Closing/Future

In closing, I am going to munch on some of my leftovers from lunch. [Chinese] :D. And tonight I am going to see Cirque Du Soleil! Yay, me! In the future.... there will be rain. Apparently.


Ta`



Fellow Zelots

Greetings,

I have already pleaded with you on Tuesday to not crucify me about missing a day. I know it seems dumb, but I was dog tired and ready to hit the sack after realizing that I'd have to teach myself Chinese. Yes. You heard right. I will be teaching myself Chinese this semester [with the feeble help of the Chinese exchange student tutor, bless his heart who is quite nice, but still] and 90% of my grade will be the final exam. I know that I am being somewhat melodramatic, but you put yourself in my shoes.

Oh, make no mistake. I will learn Chinese this semester and bring home that gleaming A in all classes to reach that Dean's List status once again. Of course. But I know I'm gonna break a sweat. And no tha wasn't just figuratively.

I know I can because I already successfully taught myself bits of Japanese because of my love of anime and manga. Also some mandarin and Korean because of my love of Asian-pop music. :D

I just finished eating lunch. But before that I was at a manadorty Fine Arts Major meeting. And before that I was at the Drama Club meeting. It's Wednesdays at noon, which is why I set my schedule up to have that time free. I so excited about this whole year. Grease will be so amazing. I will get a role. I will. I must. I will. :D  And will chant my victory when I do right here on this blog so you can know. Okay?

Furthermore, I have found two fellow zelots in my acting class and drama club today. And I am happy. Like I've found my dis-harmonious twin(s). :D


Intro

Energy on the stage is dynamic. Whether for a small audience or a massive stadium crowd, you feel electricity. Enter 'Valuzidity'.



Valuzidity

Feel like a balloon so HIgh
Don't get too high
But feel like a diamond
In the eye of the rough
Of this life
Make a noise
So it resonates   in the ear of the receptors
Fizzling like the tunes of
Every era
Every hearer touched
by the Valuzidity



Reason/ Inspiration

I made this word up as you probably could have guessed, but hopefully the meaning can be grasped through the words. I wanted to create a word that relayed the way I think the electricity or energy on stage should sound... in a single word. I'm sure many of you will have something to say about this .... so please do! Feedback!


Closing/Future


In closing, I am about to pick out my first Classical monologue for Acting 2. Let me know if you have any suggestions. Anything, and I do mean anything, would be helpful. Really! Plus, in the future you can expect at least 3 posts per week. I suppose that is the amendment I told you to be wary of. But on the bright side, you can also expect me to get a part in Grease!

Yay!

Bai Bai

Lazy Day

Greetings,


I'm playing hooky today from work. It's great to have a flexible job like mine. Tonight is the last of the Raves of Summer. So I figured I'd sleep up [check], organize my room [check], and redo my hair [almost there]. Aside from that and tonight's party, I'm not doing anything!


This is the theme song for today. And I am following all of the directions! :D

Intro

Here's a song I wrote a while ago, along with a poem I just made up! :D


PHYSIC ME

In the ancestral cradle, rocked my awareness
Sweeping through the time an space on
a harness of belief
Like a thief in the
night beam me up
from this foolish
 world please

Physic me unto thee
unto thy state
ye without hate
without despair
administer repair
Physic me

Forsee those sicknesses and divert their path
Make straight my way to tat man-forsaken
Humility
Well it up within me
Overflow the desert in my veins, quench the
dryness of the plains of old life
with new
with you

When all else fails, gone are the trails
All the holy grails, cannot replace when you

Physic me unto thee
unto thy state
ye without hate
without despair

Administer repair
Physic me.


DOOR

Hand carved from the lost intentions of your father
Plated with the solidified tears of your mother
The knob won't break if you grasp it
Give it a tug with all your strength, if you have it

The door is made for you
it is not a wall
to block your dreams
The door is made for you
it's not a fault
as broken seams
The door is made for you
slaved for you, for you
Walk through it

Backbreaking, Heart-aching Love inspired it
Brocade laced with desire from fire inspired it
And make no mistake, the blood is the pathway
Not unlike the lake, shed for you to find your ways
Through the darkness of these days

You are not plucked from obscurity, nor bathed in purity
But this life is your door


Reason/ Inspiration

Can you guess which one is the poem and which is the song? Anyway, 'Physic me' was inspired by my relationship with God. Door was inspired by my life coming into view, myself just starting to understand it and why it is the way... it is....
*shrug*
Feedback!

Closing/ Future

I'm tired. In the future... [tomorrow] there will be sleep.


Bai Bai.

The New Deal...

Greetings,

No, not the New Deal of the 1930s! Silly. I mean the new deal that I have to implement now because I have failed to comply with the standards I set in my first post: the main point being that I make a post every day. I do have internet at home, but I can't find the time to hook up all the necessary parts to get online just to make one post.

It shouldn't be this difficult you say. I say, yes, yes you are right. But you see in my house there is one computer. My laptop. And we have the kind of internet that you hook up by adapter cord. Simple plug up the cord right? No. My screen is cracked beyond visibility.

SO I have to use a monitor to see what I'm doing. Which means that whenever I want to use my own computer I have to lug a big a** monitor into my room from where the last person used it and hook up my laptop and beg for the internet. Writing it down may make it seem miniscule... but it aint. Especially when you're trying to soak up the last few hours of sleep on one of the rare days you get to sleep in....

So yeah.

I lieu of all this, I have decided to put new rules down.

1) I will publish one post per day on Monday through Friday. I'm not saying I will never post on the Weekend, but don't expect it. It's to cover my own lazines... :P
2) I will sometimes only publish a poem without any Greetings, Intro, or Reason. Not to seem rude but with school starting, I may most likely be in a rush. :D


 Intro

I just bought a new book; "The Mind of Your Story: discover what drives your fiction" by Lisa Lenard-Cook. It seems promising. I've just started about an hour ago and it reads like a novel almost. Not in writing style, but the way I normally gobble down novels. Like that. So I thought maybe I'd use some of the pointers I've gotten from her thus far to inspire my poetry. After all fiction and poetry are cousins...

Right...

Mr. Alderman



Mr. Alderman is a quaint fellow
In retrospect
from past times
 I've found him quite estranged

Myself being so low
In stature
that my simple words
were thought derranged

His grandiose air
In light of things
understood now
Sets him inpart with others

They all seem so fair
In archaic valour
of their own cause
 And with their foul disloyalty

The weakman he smothers.





Reason/ Inspiration

Like I said I tried to use my fictional powers that be to churn a story within this poem. All I really got so far in my opinion was a character sketch. LOL. This poem totally reminds me of Nicholas Nickelby. I loved that movie when it came out. Made me want to day dream about the English countryside.

Closing/ Future

Tuesday is going to be soooo busy. But I'm sure I'll have time for a post. The running about will commence after five. Me and my school buddies are going out to the last rave of the summer. It's melancholy to think of it as the last. But I'm going to have so much fun, I already know.

No, I'm not a 'regular raver' but I've gone to a few this summer. It's not what I thought it would be, but still cool. I keep my distance from drugs, don't get me wrong. And I don't exactly have access to liquor until November...! {still very excited} So, I'm not acting like a crazed, drunken, high nut-ball. But I do let loose and act like I'm having a good time. I'm going to miss it. Here's another video in honor of the last of my raving days in 2011.

With a fitting background... :D GLOW STICKSS!! WHOOOO!



Auf Weidersehen.

Here's the Deal

Good Afternoon,

I'm glad to be here and alive today. How about you? Don't worry, I don't feel like this all the time. You will surely not be tired of my moods. They will always be interesting; always deviating from the norm. With that said I want to state the theme and purpose of this blog.

The theme: what to expect as far as content is poetry and songwriting. I made a promise to myself that I would start a blog in August of 2011. And I also promised myself that I would post one poem [at least] each day on said blog. I may also explain the reason I posted each poem that I do, how I felt, what inspired it and so on. Since I've made that a requirement for myself, in addition to that if I have time I may add some little bit about some music I like or a current event. On rare occasions I may post an excerpt from one of my short stories or novels.

The purpose of this blog is to establish discipline for myself as a writer of poetry, short stories, novels and songs. Yes I've written at least one of each. But lately I feel like I want more of a solid practice for myself. SO, I've made a promise to myself to write at least one poem each day for this fall. My finish date as of now is December 20th.

The order of these posts will be as follows:

1) Greeting
2)Today is...
3) Intro to poem or excerpt
4)Poem/Song/Excerpt
5) Reason/ Inspiration
6) Closing/ What to expect in the future

I have also promised myself to promptly respond to messages and comments. All feedback and criticism is very much appreciated.

Okay, so here goes. In each post, a deal is a deal.


Untitled

As for other matters
Be it as it was with you
be it as faithful
be it as kind
and as loving
No commands, no
Payment is unseen, but collected nonetheless
Anyone who is unwilling to work
shall not
Eat


This poem was inspired by my faithful listening to my audio bible. Just happened to be listening to 2nd Thesselonians. Some of my poems are inspired by my Christianity and other by my just being Christyn...

:D

Thank you for reading,