Patterns Play … Poem

I mentioned a few weeks ago that there’s an upcoming theatre performance called Patterns that I’m excited to see when it opens in a couple more weeks. There’s a poem on The New Stage website that I liked and wanted to share:

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Found Poetry / Magazine Art

Lately I’ve been engaging in a fun creative practice. I receive magazines in the mail and what I do is take each one, deconstruct it by pulling out the images and words that call out to me and then re-assemble those into a piece of “found poetry” with images. Each piece comes from one magazine. A sort of deconstructed summary of what I was inspired by in that one piece at one point in time.

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USC Bookfest

When we were down in LA for my birthday weekend (to camp on Channel Islands) it was the time for the annual USC Bookfest, one of the largest literary festivals anywhere. We decided to spend a day there, where we listened to an interview and some poetry, visited lots of booths, bought some books on sale, added our hand to some art and ate out of the food trucks.

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Making a Book

We went to a booth where we made our own little book. First we wrote a paragraph based on a prompt. Then several copies were made and added to a pile on a table. Then we were able to pick four other people’s on the table to create our story, which we pinned into a book. I had my boyfriend and sister help me with all the parts. It was fun icon smile USC Bookfest

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What Was Your First Love?

When my mom and I were at the Disney Museum I saw this quote I loved:

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And I thought of it again when we came across this outdoor art display of “first loves” because my eye immediately landed on the Nancy Drew answer (which was one of my favorite childhood reads):

IMG 4409 1024x1024 What Was Your First Love?But of course there were plenty of other answers in this art project as well:

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What was your first love?

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Women’s Visionary Fiction, Poetry and Film

I was recently looking through the courses that are offered in the Women’s Spirituality degree program at my school (CIIS). There are three related courses offered related to the power of women in the arts. I thought I’d share some of the names of the creative, spiritual women and their works that are highlighted in those course descriptions.

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Women’s Visionary Fiction

  • Isabel Allende
  • Mary Mackey
  • Ella Deloria
  • Maxine Hong Kingston

I’ve read some of Allende’s work and love it and want to read more, including her newest book Ripper: A Novel Womens Visionary Fiction, Poetry and Film. I’m embarassed to say that I don’t think I’ve read any of Kingston’s full works and I’ve never even heard of the other two women – something I intend to remedy ASAP.

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3 More Pieces of Past Poetry

Yesterday I shared a poetry fragment from a found but forgotten notebook. Here are three more unedited, unnamed pieces from that same time:

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Piece 1

Strawberry Crush

Half drunk by the bedside

As she begins to crush strawberries between her thighs

Orange cat insults master

Bringing natural actions into constructed domain

Music dances across the room

The creepy man had said to her,

“if that’s music tattooed on your leg your boyfriend could learn to play guitar across your thigh”

And though he’s not, her boyfriend that is,

the friendly boy’s guitar notes

skitter along her legs

And his apologies for the simplicity of his creation seem ludicrous for their complexity

He confesses that he no longer even wants her in his bed

And she laughs at this because now she no longer wants to fight being there

It’s all a game and the climax would be anti-climactic now

The build-up from the pressure of the chase and run is the point

Like playing Russian roulette,

Sitting for hours with the gun in your mouth,

thoughts teasing through your busy head and then blast!

And you’re still there

gun in hand in mouth

Realization of empty chamber seeping in

And now what? Nothingness.

Life continues to on

Never as intense as it was before the game’s outcome was learned

She doesn’t want to know how they end

So she runs from pursuit

Vanity drips down her spine

And she arches her back from the coolness of it

Alarm bell rings and she wants to tickle him into morning

Says instead, “it’s time to leave” with a groan

And his not yet sends her to the couch to write the sun up

She sits on wooden staircase to watch Venus rise in the East

She finds faces in the bluegrey clouds of early morning

Sitting behind her, he eyes the cloud she calls a lizard and censors her ideas

Rooster crows and rabbit runs away

This is their existence

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Poetry Fragments from the Past

Going through old papers I found this …

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eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes

thinking that if I stared at you intensely enough,

I could see through me

Blue wraps its way around the night,

winding skin around skin around skin around kiss

moments magically touched by motion

desire devours days

and I stare at you, eyes closed

I watch you and can’t see me

except for those brief seconds when all I see in you is in me

Interconnection  interfaced around interlocked bodies

You sleep and I dream you into existence

When you close your eyes I watch you awaken

And when you wake I dream that you are sleeping inside of me

I dream every breath I take is your heartbeat

And every heartbeat I feel is you breathing

Emotions wrap their way around intentions

I wanted to detach until your detachment drew me in

Eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes stare at eyes

Are we seeing anything?

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