Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Art takes many forms

Something about you that people don't know.  Remember having to come up with an answer to one of those 'getting to know you' questionnaires?  I never really knew what to put.  I never took myself for an extra-ordinary type of person and could never think of one thing about me that a) people didn't already know, and or b) would find interesting enough to want to know it.

I guess the one thing that I have kind of kept under wraps would be my love for writing.  Believe me there is nothing more manly than sitting down and writing poems, or songs, or short stories.  I have never been trained in classical writing techniques, or any techniques for that matter, so I don't necessarily think that what I write, is written well.   I am no expert at punctuation, spelling, or even the elementary-level knowledge of your basic english grammar.

I do however appreciate writing as an artform and I know that it is very hard to do. My grandfather was a writer.  My mother loves to write.  My uncle actually makes money off of his writing, and even my old lady was trained as a writer.  I guess it makes sense to be in the position of liking the written words.

I definately have to say that my favorite writers, are Edgar Allen Poe and Anne Rice.  I love Poe's intricate poems and stories and I love trying to decipher them without researching what they 'really' mean.  Anne wrote the Vampire Chronicles and if you know me at all, you may know that I have a slight obsession with vampires and it was instilled in me way before the hoaky Twilights and True Bloods came out. I have a thing for the macabre.   Stephen King was never something I got into until recently (no thanks to my better half) and although I still have never read a full Stephen King book, I have probably seen every movie based on his books and quite frankly, my inner artist is daring me to try and go back and read them.  The problem was that when I was younger, I always thought of Stephen King books, as 'adult' books and I wasn't an adult, and therefore I probably wouldn't understand them.  Lazy, I know.  Another problem was that I am such a visual person that reading didn't hold my attention very long, especially stories that were so outrageously fiction, that I just couldn't get behind them.  I think that is why I loved the Vampire Chronicles so much.  Although part of fiction and vampires not being real and all, Anne made them human.  Gave them emotions, and anger and they seemed real to me.

This entry has to do with writing because I was digging through some old stuff and found an old poems/song that I had written and I will share it with you now if you promise not to laugh.  :)

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Weightless in this dream...
falling.
Balancing on this beam...
but crawling.
Levels of insecurity...
breathless and appalling.
Never has my calling,
been ripping at the seam.

One Glance into your eyes...
waiting.
A forgotten world of lies...
fading.
Overwhelming feelings...
widely overrating.
The pain that you're creating,
dissolves within your cries.

My hand upon your shoulder...
squeezing.
Your arms have gotten colder...
freezing.
Devastating times...
lie dormant but appeasing.
Your heart begins the teasing...
because your mind is getting older.


I have also written the beginning of a screenplay but have changed my mind about it so many times it never goes anywhere, and have written numerous poems however I dont really have any of them.   Maybe every once and awhile I will post something I write as part of my 'art' but it is extremely rare.  Anyway... Fuck you everybody GOOD NIGHT! :)

2 comments:

  1. You should post your poems...i love how artistic you guys are. I enjoy reading Jennifer's blog an I I enjoyed reading your poem just now. ###justdoit###

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  2. Wow!!!! My brother the writer! Who would have guessed that this highschool cheatin, video game beatin, vampire greetin, and macabre meetin mister could rhyme and write as well as his SISTER???!!!! Hahaha! You learned it from watching me!!! Don't forget who won 50 bucks in junior high for writing a poem about a kid named Dwane who died from using cocaine!!! :) xoxo Keep writing!

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