LJ Idol Season 11: Week 32 - Why I/My Opponents Should Win
Link to the song
kittenboo, Kittenboo
I'm admitting to being smitten with you.
You've written your truth into existence,
commiting through the pangs of resistance
so pensively and candidly.
The lens of your pen is grand to see:
converting the micro into the macro,
subverting what has become de facto
with staccato sensibility-
what an ability
to strike where the hurt lives
to find new perspectives
and design new objectives.
Life takes; your work gives.
I wanna serenade you
with accolades!
You made the grade!
You're a first-rate LJ Idol.
You're worth every title.
dadi, Dadi
I laud and applaud your prosody
embodying time frames in concurrence,
thoughts reaching new peaks of convergence
so artfully and gracefully.
Your heart makes such ardent masonry,
building bridges to souls who need them,
distilling truths to those who read them
with mindful veracity-
what a capacity
to lead where the heart dares
to make us more aware
and lay the lessons bare.
Life spurns; your work cares.
I wanna serenade you
with accolades!
You made the grade!
You're a first-rate LJ Idol.
You're worth every title.
I congratulate you two
and celebrate you, too.
Ain't too proud to say
you're first-rate LJ Idols.
You're worth every title.
Good luck in the final!
As for me-
as for me?
I'm just thankful
it's not too hard
to love a bard.
__________________
These meager verses simply cannot encompass the breadth and reach of the impact that these two dazzling writers have had this season.
Kittenboo has been fiercely courageous week after week, exhuming the depths of her psyche and experience, then boldly and unapologetically brushing the core of that self-work across the canvas for all to see. It's admirable, intoxicating, and a marvel to behold. She can twist a flurry of flitting fragments into a unified gut punch that doubles one over in aching and raw beauty. Her knack for teasing grandiose revelations out from her relation to perfunctory objects causes the reader to undergo their own restructuring of perception. Her words burn with fervor and tenacity.
Dadi captivated me with the pen of a novelist, the heart of a humanitarian, and the ease of a friend. The warmth of her tone, even in the direst of circumstances, makes the reader feel like a confidant rather than an outsider. She can invoke her settings with such lucid detail and precision that a portal is opened, spiriting us into a memory or a faraway land as if it were an adjacent room. So often, she plucks the heartstrings of what resonates within each of us, finding universal truths in the ephemeral and magical bonds of human connection. And can we acknowledge, for a moment, that English is not her mother tongue? So humbling.
It's an honor to be in this moment with you two. My sincere and raucous applause for your tremendous accomplishments this season.
Please forgive me for not singing my own praises. I have always hoped that my work and words would speak for themselves. Now more than ever, I have the divine and blithe sensation that yes, my work-my expression-stands on its own merits, far better than I could espouse it here.
And that is the best prize.
Above all, I want to say thank you. Thank you, everyone. Thank you, Gary. This is my fourth time participating (which pales in comparison to many, I know), but it has been a constant presence in my life for the past five years-a constant, in times of great personal upheavals, transitions, undoings and remakings of self. I have always felt that writing was one of the most fundamental aspects of my being, as if it was the first, easiest, and most genuine method I had to connect with this life and the people within it. But I ignored writing for years, and my truest self went starved and stagnant.
When my dear friend tonithegreat introduced me to LJ Idol, I had no expectations or presuppositions of having a place here. I simply thought it would be a great way to kindle my young friendship with her, and maybe to write a thing or two that could scratch a dormant itch. I heard from her and others that poetry was a hard sell in the Idol-verse, so I figured it would be a fleeting experience.
Here I am, five years later, extracting new turns and articulations out from these bones and this brain.
Rebirth.
It is such a gift to have this space where I am free to experiment with form and function, and for my creative gambles to not only be accepted, but earnestly welcomed and encouraged.
I am immeasurably proud of the pieces I have written this season. I am a better person for having written them. None of them would have come into being without this space.
Thank you, Toni, for pulling me into this glorious cacophony. Thank you clauderainsrm for creating it, cultivating it, and keeping it alive.
Thank you alycewilson for supporting me since my first year, in our partnership in LJ Idol: Friends and Rivals. Thank you halfshellvenus for vouching publicly and unequivocally for my poetry at the end of my run that mini-season.
Thank you viagra and marlawentmad for being such inspiring intersection partners.
Thank you karmasoup for our back-and-forths.
Thank you alexanderscttb for urging me to become more accountable for the music production of my songs.
Thank you static_abyss for your wonderful gesture.
Thank you all for each comment, each minute and monumental kindness.
Thank you for seeing value in poetry. Thank you for seeing value in songwriting. Thank you for being with me in my forays across genres. Thank you for being here.
Thank you for this-I needed it.
kittenboo, Kittenboo
I'm admitting to being smitten with you.
You've written your truth into existence,
commiting through the pangs of resistance
so pensively and candidly.
The lens of your pen is grand to see:
converting the micro into the macro,
subverting what has become de facto
with staccato sensibility-
what an ability
to strike where the hurt lives
to find new perspectives
and design new objectives.
Life takes; your work gives.
I wanna serenade you
with accolades!
You made the grade!
You're a first-rate LJ Idol.
You're worth every title.
dadi, Dadi
I laud and applaud your prosody
embodying time frames in concurrence,
thoughts reaching new peaks of convergence
so artfully and gracefully.
Your heart makes such ardent masonry,
building bridges to souls who need them,
distilling truths to those who read them
with mindful veracity-
what a capacity
to lead where the heart dares
to make us more aware
and lay the lessons bare.
Life spurns; your work cares.
I wanna serenade you
with accolades!
You made the grade!
You're a first-rate LJ Idol.
You're worth every title.
I congratulate you two
and celebrate you, too.
Ain't too proud to say
you're first-rate LJ Idols.
You're worth every title.
Good luck in the final!
As for me-
as for me?
I'm just thankful
it's not too hard
to love a bard.
__________________
These meager verses simply cannot encompass the breadth and reach of the impact that these two dazzling writers have had this season.
Kittenboo has been fiercely courageous week after week, exhuming the depths of her psyche and experience, then boldly and unapologetically brushing the core of that self-work across the canvas for all to see. It's admirable, intoxicating, and a marvel to behold. She can twist a flurry of flitting fragments into a unified gut punch that doubles one over in aching and raw beauty. Her knack for teasing grandiose revelations out from her relation to perfunctory objects causes the reader to undergo their own restructuring of perception. Her words burn with fervor and tenacity.
Dadi captivated me with the pen of a novelist, the heart of a humanitarian, and the ease of a friend. The warmth of her tone, even in the direst of circumstances, makes the reader feel like a confidant rather than an outsider. She can invoke her settings with such lucid detail and precision that a portal is opened, spiriting us into a memory or a faraway land as if it were an adjacent room. So often, she plucks the heartstrings of what resonates within each of us, finding universal truths in the ephemeral and magical bonds of human connection. And can we acknowledge, for a moment, that English is not her mother tongue? So humbling.
It's an honor to be in this moment with you two. My sincere and raucous applause for your tremendous accomplishments this season.
Please forgive me for not singing my own praises. I have always hoped that my work and words would speak for themselves. Now more than ever, I have the divine and blithe sensation that yes, my work-my expression-stands on its own merits, far better than I could espouse it here.
And that is the best prize.
Above all, I want to say thank you. Thank you, everyone. Thank you, Gary. This is my fourth time participating (which pales in comparison to many, I know), but it has been a constant presence in my life for the past five years-a constant, in times of great personal upheavals, transitions, undoings and remakings of self. I have always felt that writing was one of the most fundamental aspects of my being, as if it was the first, easiest, and most genuine method I had to connect with this life and the people within it. But I ignored writing for years, and my truest self went starved and stagnant.
When my dear friend tonithegreat introduced me to LJ Idol, I had no expectations or presuppositions of having a place here. I simply thought it would be a great way to kindle my young friendship with her, and maybe to write a thing or two that could scratch a dormant itch. I heard from her and others that poetry was a hard sell in the Idol-verse, so I figured it would be a fleeting experience.
Here I am, five years later, extracting new turns and articulations out from these bones and this brain.
Rebirth.
It is such a gift to have this space where I am free to experiment with form and function, and for my creative gambles to not only be accepted, but earnestly welcomed and encouraged.
I am immeasurably proud of the pieces I have written this season. I am a better person for having written them. None of them would have come into being without this space.
Thank you, Toni, for pulling me into this glorious cacophony. Thank you clauderainsrm for creating it, cultivating it, and keeping it alive.
Thank you alycewilson for supporting me since my first year, in our partnership in LJ Idol: Friends and Rivals. Thank you halfshellvenus for vouching publicly and unequivocally for my poetry at the end of my run that mini-season.
Thank you viagra and marlawentmad for being such inspiring intersection partners.
Thank you karmasoup for our back-and-forths.
Thank you alexanderscttb for urging me to become more accountable for the music production of my songs.
Thank you static_abyss for your wonderful gesture.
Thank you all for each comment, each minute and monumental kindness.
Thank you for seeing value in poetry. Thank you for seeing value in songwriting. Thank you for being with me in my forays across genres. Thank you for being here.
Thank you for this-I needed it.