city nature

Reading "City Eclogue", by Ed Roberson the first time I had no idea what he was doing. These poems you defiantly have to read them twice or more. I finally started to understand after finding the definition of Eclogue,  which is a poem which shepherd converse or in dialogue depicting rural life as free from the complexing and corruption of more civilized life(pastoral). This is a fight between city and nature, the describing of both and how human see or degrade it.  This is a speech between them but it has missing words or phases or even different way to interpret this speech.  I believe it can be read different ways, Not just normal right to left, it could be read in layers or in patches. With all the spaces, can be seen as fill in the blanks. Also, titles have important meaning to each poem, it gives a clue or starts your train of thought.

Like I said before there seems to be a battle going on between nature and city ways of life. I always find things like this, this 'Struggle' interesting.  I have written this in the past and plan to write in the future. The blending or segregating the two. I feel like now we are still struggling to keep them in balance. To not destroy or be destroyed

Naked Statues

When at school, I have this thing that I do. I try to pull or group things together, to make a connection with my other classes. So in this CRTW300 class, while reading Harryette Mullen’s, Sleeping with the Dictionary, when I got to her piece called Naked Statues. This piece really captured my attention. All these words and phrases were things that I recognized, even if they were updated or slashed or pieced together. It was existing text recycle, reused to make something new. As I said in the beginning, it was interesting to find connections, to see theatre in Naked statue, when I am taking a theatre class this semester is an odd and interesting, it shows that everything that we are taught mold our way of thinking. To make sense out of, I guess of the non sense. Here is the poem by Harryette Mullen, Naked Statue and my interpretation of it. 

Oscars for the war of noses. With a mummy out of Egypt, a prosthetic muppet. Opening shot: cliché of travel genre. In several scenes, a woman put together in black, white or khaki. A woman with her back up like his map of mountain. Finally, she dies. Then, at, he dies. So romantic are the patient English. This all went on when I was making up my syllabus. Telephone and radio told who the winners were. I didn’t need a crystal. Last time I watched was leopard chair and whoopee cushions that’s when I saw the industry of light, our buttered roll. These are the friends of inklish, I was told, by someone from an anglophile race. They read all the great books and perform them in the garden of naked statues.

(p.51)

Romeo and Juliet a tragic play, it bleeds through the text. The piece ties old and new references, plays and movies, and I think English both as a language and locations. I noticed that she changes words that sound similar and when you read it you put what you think is suppose to go there. For example noses, to roses and inklish to English. Sometime she takes a word out all together. How does naked statues mix with play and actors? Free bodies or actors taking on a mask for characters or taking on another form or mold, “a prosthetic muppet”, as seen in the text.  It could also represent the audience, envision the audience naked as a cure for stage fright. I feel to that there is a race thing going on, “black, white, or khaki” and the mention of the anglophile race. Which there is this fondness for English culture, English text, and maybe great books, perfected sculpted statues. What people what to be? As people look up to actresses and actors, they are all beautiful and many would love to be like them. Maybe all of life is a performance and we play our role in the norm of society.

Caught Connection

What is new in the insanity of winter? Minding my business I consume, eating I don’t see, I wait. Don’t re-read again, don’t send out another one, do something else. It started in December, no maybe January, it’s believed to be the coldest air to hit southeast Michigan in 20 years, it been only 20 days with an invitation. Oh! That sound again. Reply, wait for a reply. The silence in between is both a feather and a knife. Mix signals, red ribbon connection is in dial, is it the green one? No, the black. Message failed. Go to the O.N. line casino, lose time and spend every minute, will you like it, Google it, pin it, poke it, push or pull it, dislike it, reject it, stab it, strangle it. The energy is high but we must wait, in order, you as in myself, 5 percent compatible.

LOL

Laugh out loud at different places, maybe different planets, please cover your mouth for your tongue might fall out. Finger prints lick the screen with text. Gasp the black and gray matter. I regret what happened last time, I shouldn’t but then I feel good. Bipolar, polar vortex, the ink between the skin boils. High laughter drips secrets and secretes lol’s from the pores on to the page. Keep me in the dark, by your side, wait and listen for my arrival. Super bowl 2014 was a blow out and most watched TV show in history. Back and forth the ball is thrown, turning blue than black. We text, yes! We text all night and day but digital glass miles separates our flesh. Is that what you really mean? Pause. That sound again, my heart is in my ears as the excitement builds, I reply, wait for a reply.

SMH

Shaking my head, then my hand. The world on the line, simmering on the edge, dark space liters the stage, filters incoming and out coming data. Indonesian volcano eruption claim lives after villagers allowed to return. Engulfing the norm, assimilate, don’t cross the line, there is no way up only out, on, in, and under. Don’t write the name in red for red means dead. I was clean, kept myself at a distance but now it clings, I’m waiting still for it to come, that sound. A patch for this or the real deal, a game changer that does not exists, frozen in space. Captured, someone dying to enter the fire and cannot return after taste.

LMAO

Laugh my ass off at the end of the day, fall hard, please. My hope is you devour my language as I send it. No going back, I make a stand, put yourselves out there. Chemicals are in balances, ready? Sent. Risk rejection. That sound! Read, reply, wait for a reply. Can’t help but smile. What other world is this? Did I fall?

WTF

What the… I think you got point. This new language, new rule and codes, new way of thinking and ways of connection via wifi or human interaction all done with galaxies and apples. We do not speak out loud, we communicate with touch, with fingers. 

( Above is my project 1, which has had a great and drastic change to it.

As you can see below was my attempt almost like murder. I have went into a new direction with my project, yes I still use some of my imagines, but now is not just train of thought, it is more. My feelings are incorporated into the text; there is a new language, new thoughts. It’s based on technology- news stories, texting, forgetting time, losing yourself in this digital world. This to me is almost like a drug, consuming each word like a starve beast. It has the same feel of 2^nd avenue but I think butler got in there a bit. I also think I got inspired by the readings done in class by the capstone students. Overall, I think it turned out well.