Monday, April 9, 2018

Writing class: Artists Among Poets

What I learned this year:

            One of the earliest and most challenging things I learned this year is how to create and use a blog. Online media has always been a challenge to me. Personally, I prefer using paper over a computer, and I’ve never been one to express my feelings to the world. Even though I know that nobody has read this blog, it makes me happy to post on it. It is a new outlet to share with the world. Nobody needs to read it, but it is there, ready to be seen.
            Over the class time I learned a brief summary of almost all the eras of poetry. We started with simple stuff, like tying a poem to a piece of art. Then it got way more complicated when we had to create a symbol. After that things started to become super fun. It amazed me to learn how poetry tied into every art movement. It seems that both artists and poets thrive to do the same thing. Both want to express themselves and create something beautiful.
Some eras of art and poetry are equally annoying. I always considered the people who made cubist art to be crazy. I never expected to find that there were poets who attempted to do the same thing with words. Truly, I highly doubt I will ever understand that era. On the contrary, the list poems were fun. This class taught me so much about the history of poetry so quickly that it is difficult to put into words. It amazed me how early poetry was all about what the words said, and in the end, with visual poetry, there seemed to be little to no words at all. All this combined to give me a new appreciation for poetry, and art history.

It is hard to say what the role of poetry in society today. We seem to be in this “post-modernist” era. The fact that our era doesn’t even have a solid name yet just shows that we don’t actually know where we stand today. Poetry seems to be an evolving art form. After learning how poetry seems to fallow art, I would like to say that it would be easy to explain where poetry fits in society today, but I can’t. It is hard enough to find where art belongs in society today. As well as poetry and art fit together, the two don’t really need each other. Poetry may thrive in videos and technology, or it may find another place in society. It seems that all the past eras of art and poetry still have their place in society. Poetry’s place in society today depends on the people who read and listen to poems. Today, we are not limited to the newspaper or local library to find poetry. Everyone has their own tastes in poetry. Technology allows people to find whatever form of poetry they want on the internet. Given our world’s reliance on technology, poetry’s future does lean in the favor of video poetry. Still, nothing can be proven until it comes to pass. In the end, where art fits in the society today is a question all artists seek to find, but that shouldn’t be too surprising, doesn’t everyone seek to be find a place for them and their work in this world?

Sunday, February 25, 2018

The Night

I walk through the darkness 
log shadows surround every step
Horrors are told of your darkened sky
People hide till the moon passes
The night holds darkness 
Darkness and blindness 
Blindness hides what is coming next
Yes, you are feared. The late hours haunt
They haunt those who stay in daylight 
Haunt those who fear what they cannot see. 
They know what they know and they do not look beyond 
Others love the night, but not for the night. 
In the night I see the short skirts, leather coats, cutthroats and other forms of evil 
Yes, evil hides in the shadows of the night. 
The moon’s light is blocked out by the partying spotlight 
The lion lurks in the shadows,
She hunts in the night
Just when you least expect it
 she strikes
A shot rings out, a life is lost. 
Yes, all forms of evil lurk in the night. 
As the lion strikes, the peaceful sleep
Sleep till morning, avoid the night
Yet, is that all the night holds? Do the shadows only hide darkness
All the same, the moon will shine over the crashing waves
The stars that city lights hide reman,
They remain, 
They are just better hidden than the darkness 
A peace can come when the world sleeps. 
I peace not seen by the rush of daylight 
The moon watches as fireflies shine. 
Fireflies and stars
Is there  beauty in the darkness?
Or just darkness in the darkness?

Sunday, February 18, 2018

Dear California

Dear California,
I was raised on your crashing shores
I have beheld the beauty of the redwood trees
Seen the highest peek, to the desert of el Centro
The hot pastel
Root 66
From the surfers, To the business men and women.
From north to south,
Beyond the beautiful cover, it is all the same
Never enough.
Hungry people,
Selfish people
The bullies
The cruel,
And those taken advantage of.

            I see them try to hide their pain
They try to hide it by putting others down.
They don’t see their worth, so they put others down
They want to believe they are better
Better than those around them
It is not strength they have, but uttermost weakness.
            You take those who do not conform to their ideas, and drag them in
You can only be different if you fit in our terms
You can be different, but different like us
You do you and I do me, but you can’t disagree with me
            Your people claim to be original, open, and understanding, but they are exactly the opposite.
They call murder of innocence women’s rights
How is that a woman’s right?
What happened to a mothers undying love for her child?
The people through their lives away, but they drag more than themselves down.
Don’t you know?
No man, woman, or child is an island.
What you do effects your family.
It effects those who love you!
            What happened to the family?
There was a time when family mattered,
I remember the days when mothers stayed home to raise their young
The fathers worked to support the family
The men worked for money so the woman could do something more important.
The woman raised the future, they guided their children
It mattered, and that system worked
            So why do so many seek to destroy it?
From your sunny shores, you fight aghast the family.
I know a mother who lives in that sunny state
She left her job to devote all her time to her kids,
She did it because she wanted to, she wanted to give all her time to her children,
Because, she loves them.
For that decision, she has been treated like trash.
Talked down upon for quitting her well-paying job.
            Women who don’t work are treated as though they waste their time,
            And men who work are treated like they stole a lady’s job
I know men who are thrown down and demoted
Do you not see that it is not just the man you are hurting, but his family at home?
            Men cannot work, so the roles are reversed.
Mothers must work, and the men must stay at home
The roles have been reversed you see,
Reversed like day and night
Things are not as they were
            Children need both parents
Children don’t see their parents
Don’t you know?
They don’t want money or status
What a child wants is their parent’s time
            Do you not wonder why teen suicide is so high?
Did you ever think that a little love could help change that?
All a child wants is to be seen
They want mommy
They want daddy

The world is changing
I ask you,
 what is wright
 and what is wrong?
Do we truly seek to end oppression?
Or do we simply seek to reverse the roles?
You must know history
Are we overcoming the past? Or just repeating it in reverse roles?
Is this freedom,
or revenge?

            “You do what is right for you, I do what is right for me”
I hear those words,
I hear the words, and I weep
Is that truly the essence of right and wrong?
Preference?
            NO!
No, I cannot by that.
I won’t take what you are selling

Most grow up hearing the words “If your friends jump off a cliff, would you?”
But I have another question for you
I ask you,
I plead to know
Would you really not try to stop them?
             Is that what you consider love?
Is that what this world calls love?
Is that love?

I have to ask because that is what you teach
That is what your shores tell.
Is that not what you call truth California?
Are we called to watch those we love destroy themselves, and those around them?
Are we called not to interfere?
Are we called to let them hurt themselves in fear of hurting feelings?
Are we called to sit and watch?
No!

NO, I will not have it.
I cannot live in that word
No, this cannot be
Love

Hate me.
Hate me as I try to stop you
Hate me as I try to pull you back from the edge of the cliff
            I don’t care
I believe
I know there is a right and a wrong
Love doesn’t sit back and watch
Love gets its hands dirty
Hate me, because I will fight for the family
            I will fight because I know how blessed I am

The family.
My mother gave up a job to raise her kids
I am ever grateful, for I would not be who I am if not for her
She sacrificed so much
            But…
But my sister scorns her for her sacrifice
My sister wished my mother got a job instead
My sister who doesn’t want the gift she was given
            Dear California, you got my sister,
You have her, yet we still welcome her home with open arms
What happened to children respecting their parents?
Oh, California,
What have you become?
You are like a poisons toxin
Your poison has leaked beyond your shores

Oh, California,
I am glad I escaped you
So, why?

Why do I feel that I will one day return to your shores?

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Cubism

Crazy.
Crazy
What is, this is, what, is what
Insanity.
 This is, this is, this,
Sense,
 no sense.
What? Why. Why what, why,
what why, what is,
 this is, what?
Why use, what is,
what is, what?
cubism.
What is, why?
 Cubism.
Cubism, sense.  No sense,
no, no, why?
Point. Pointless, no, pointless.
 Senseless.
 No sense,  what why.
 Why this.
No. sense no. sense no.
 no, no sense
Point, no, no,
no point.
This, no, what?
Why, this no
Can’t
Hurts.
 Mind hurts