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Went to the spoken word thing today. I thought it'd be people reading/performing stuff, but what actually happened was there were four of us (then Kalina showed up after yoga, then two other gals just as we were breaking it down) and we took words from a bag and wrote stuff using the words, then shared it. We sucked. Well, some of it was pretty cool, but it was very amateur. Which was fine by me cause amateur stuff can still be pretty cool and it meant that I didn't feel as insecure about writing crappy stuff, which meant that I wasn't blocked up. Actually, as soon as my pen hit the paper I had stuff just flowing, some of it really meaningful at least for me, some a little trite, but all authentic to myself and fairly creative. I haven't written poetry since high school. I was kind of insecure at first about not having that slam poetry style, the rhythm and offcenter rhyming non-pattern that feels like movement and concrete at the same time, so I tried to do some of that at the start of my second poem and it sucked, so then I just went back to a more natural for me style. On the second one we each drew five words and wrote ten lines using the words, then passed it around in a circle so that each person added ten lines using their same words but keeping in theme with the start of the poem. It was really interesting to see how they changed and evolved. One person had "wheelchair," so we had a disproportionate number of wheel-chair bound subjects. Finally it got back to the starting person and Robin, who was pretty much leading things, suggested we try to close off the poem in two lines using all five words -- right. It's good to have a challange though. Then we read them all. The first one was individual. By this point it was after 7 and Kalina had just arrived. We then drew new words and did it improv without writing it down, which greatly increased my suckiness at it although other people pulled together some pretty cool stuff.
Poetry really gets to the core of being. With the first poem I did I only touched on three of the words then just ran off . . . and started a second and third, which I want to finish because I'd forgotten how well poetry can bring deep runnings to the surface and clears the waters.
Broken glass, whole glass. I started with San Francisco Simon and Garfunkle windows.
There's been shit building up. I feel better when I do things like poetry and writing to Leah and walks and reading. I just wish it didn't all get torn to shreds with classes and any attempt to be productive.
Went to meditation too, first. I'm making that a priority (individual practice), because otherwise it doesn't happen, and it seems to help. I want to be able to break away and return to calm when the trapping emotions get to be too much.
Poetry really gets to the core of being. With the first poem I did I only touched on three of the words then just ran off . . . and started a second and third, which I want to finish because I'd forgotten how well poetry can bring deep runnings to the surface and clears the waters.
Broken glass, whole glass. I started with San Francisco Simon and Garfunkle windows.
There's been shit building up. I feel better when I do things like poetry and writing to Leah and walks and reading. I just wish it didn't all get torn to shreds with classes and any attempt to be productive.
Went to meditation too, first. I'm making that a priority (individual practice), because otherwise it doesn't happen, and it seems to help. I want to be able to break away and return to calm when the trapping emotions get to be too much.