I have an idea for one of my poems. Or several.
Most people of the average persuasion think that poetry is a 2-D deal. On paper, hard to unravel, flat and uninteresting.
I feel it's time poetry, specifically mine, took a step forward. So here's my plan: I'm going to (hopefully) videotape or take a picture of myself doing something relating to the poem I'm working with. As soon as I get the camera back from my thieving sister, I'm going to go ahead with some of these ideas. We'll see if they work.
Hopefully, I won't lose my nerve.
I don't know what kind of reaction I'll get and I don't know much about artistic license, but I hope that people will notice and comment, good or bad. Here's hoping I can push my idea into reality.
Ta,
Bec
29.9.09
18.9.09
Been Quiet Here
I have my Muse CD and DVD. It is awesome. It is grandiose. It is wonderful.
There's nothing else going on around here. I'm trying to apply for Master's school.
Ta,
Bec
There's nothing else going on around here. I'm trying to apply for Master's school.
Ta,
Bec
11.9.09
ARGH!
Have we become so hardened to the way the world fell 8 years ago that we can't shut up when highlights of today's memorial service are running on TV? I wanted to hear what was being said, and yet I had to fight to hear anything over my mother talking about her day to my father.
It is a sad world when we start forgetting what's really important.
I recall that day 8 years ago pretty clearly, and while others seemed not to be thinking about it (Mom had to be reminded when she wondered why the flag was at half-mast) I was.
Shame that I wanted to hear the highlights of that memorial service and didn't hear a galdarn thing, thanks to someone chattering on about the inanities of her life.
Also, I am getting sick of not being listened to. I told my mother that we had no cheddar cheese in the house. She didn't listen. I told her in town we needed cheddar cheese for our hotdogs tonight. She didn't listen again. I told her there was none downstairs and she still ordered me down there to look for cheddar cheese.
Strangely enough, there wasn't any! How shocking!
Dad's down there digging around. He won't find any. (Okay, revise that. It was buried so damn deep that a pirate couldn't have found it. Honestly, did they expect me to climb over all that crap he has in the way to open the bloody fridge door?)
I am never listened to around here. I say something and it's like I'm talking to the air. I told her three times that there was none down there and I knew it but Mom just had to make me go down there and look for it. If I hadn't, it would have spawned a massive argument.
And someone just has to prove me wrong.
Sorry. I'm full of bad humors today. Feel like attacking everyone. I have days like this once in a while. Everything was going fine until this cheese thing happened.
Sigh.
Gotta go. I have a feeling this is going to end in flames.
Ta,
Bec
It is a sad world when we start forgetting what's really important.
I recall that day 8 years ago pretty clearly, and while others seemed not to be thinking about it (Mom had to be reminded when she wondered why the flag was at half-mast) I was.
Shame that I wanted to hear the highlights of that memorial service and didn't hear a galdarn thing, thanks to someone chattering on about the inanities of her life.
Also, I am getting sick of not being listened to. I told my mother that we had no cheddar cheese in the house. She didn't listen. I told her in town we needed cheddar cheese for our hotdogs tonight. She didn't listen again. I told her there was none downstairs and she still ordered me down there to look for cheddar cheese.
Strangely enough, there wasn't any! How shocking!
Dad's down there digging around. He won't find any. (Okay, revise that. It was buried so damn deep that a pirate couldn't have found it. Honestly, did they expect me to climb over all that crap he has in the way to open the bloody fridge door?)
I am never listened to around here. I say something and it's like I'm talking to the air. I told her three times that there was none down there and I knew it but Mom just had to make me go down there and look for it. If I hadn't, it would have spawned a massive argument.
And someone just has to prove me wrong.
Sorry. I'm full of bad humors today. Feel like attacking everyone. I have days like this once in a while. Everything was going fine until this cheese thing happened.
Sigh.
Gotta go. I have a feeling this is going to end in flames.
Ta,
Bec
10.9.09
Blah.
So, not much going on around here. Spritey is still a brat, Muse are still awesome, Whisper's still mopey.
Things are sort of at a standstill round here.
Ta,
Bec
Things are sort of at a standstill round here.
Ta,
Bec
8.9.09
OH MY GOD...
Just heard album on Youtube (who on Earth (or any other planet for that matter) could resist (no pun intended.)
I am busy picking myself out of the wall (it was Unnatural Selection's fault) where my body wound up lodged.
The most awesome, gorgeous, wonderful, splendiferous, ridiculous thing I have ever heard.
I won't spoil it for you (go have a listen already) but my only minor gripe is that Muse have gotten so good at turning a song on a dime that I'm going to have to hear this fourteen more times in order to catch all the times they change key. (And Matt's French isn't the best :).)
But I really won't mind. Not a smidge.
But I will wait till tomorrow to listen to it again, because I have to recover from the rollicking, rolling, screaming, piano and guitar throwing THING I just heard.
Muse albums are quite literally living beings. This one just ate me.
If I go to a Muse concert on this tour, I'm going to come back hoarse, with my arms a couple feet longer from punching the air, and blinded from the display. (I wanna go real bad now.)
But...THAT was AWESOME!
Ta,
Bec
I am busy picking myself out of the wall (it was Unnatural Selection's fault) where my body wound up lodged.
The most awesome, gorgeous, wonderful, splendiferous, ridiculous thing I have ever heard.
I won't spoil it for you (go have a listen already) but my only minor gripe is that Muse have gotten so good at turning a song on a dime that I'm going to have to hear this fourteen more times in order to catch all the times they change key. (And Matt's French isn't the best :).)
But I really won't mind. Not a smidge.
But I will wait till tomorrow to listen to it again, because I have to recover from the rollicking, rolling, screaming, piano and guitar throwing THING I just heard.
Muse albums are quite literally living beings. This one just ate me.
If I go to a Muse concert on this tour, I'm going to come back hoarse, with my arms a couple feet longer from punching the air, and blinded from the display. (I wanna go real bad now.)
But...THAT was AWESOME!
Ta,
Bec
7.9.09
Paralyzed!
Listening to Undisclosed Desires recording (not live version this time) for the first time. Tears are running down my face right now. Excuse me.
Oh that is gorgeous.
Well, not much going on here.
He's playing it again!
I LOVE THIS GUY!
Oh, I can't write a blog entry like this...
Ta,
Bec
Oh that is gorgeous.
Well, not much going on here.
He's playing it again!
I LOVE THIS GUY!
Oh, I can't write a blog entry like this...
Ta,
Bec
5.9.09
A Week Till The Explosion Occurs...
Next Sunday could very well be the last day I live in obscurity as a US Muse fan. I may have company after Uprising hits the airwaves...
Still bingeing on Muse. Can't stop now that I have three new songs from the live set last night in their hometown.
About a week and a little bit to go (unless someone does me a favor and hands me the album earlier than the 15th-pretty please?)
I'm going to go ponder the wonderfulness of The Bellamy.
Ta,
Bec
Still bingeing on Muse. Can't stop now that I have three new songs from the live set last night in their hometown.
About a week and a little bit to go (unless someone does me a favor and hands me the album earlier than the 15th-pretty please?)
I'm going to go ponder the wonderfulness of The Bellamy.
Ta,
Bec
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