spoken word binge

 

I've been on a bit of a spoken word binge lately. Went to a conference for school last week which played Taylor Mali's "What Teachers Make" Def Poetry Jam piece and thought it was great. Here is another piece by him, slightly more emotional.

Also, if you like poetry check out Sarah Kay. Here is a poem of hers called "Long Distance Love". Check out her TED talk too.

 

blurb from my school paper

 A voice left unheard is a voice lost. The implications of this in both the future of an individual student and the future of our society are huge. Helping a student to find their voice at a young age will help us to foster strong voices that speak up for the injustices in our society in the future. These voices are what will shape our future.

the chant is like an echo
dropping from my mind
a distant memory

dropping from my mind
the chant is like an echo
a distant memory

my socks are in my suitcase

Life has been going much too smoothly in the past little while. Many things that should have been more stressful have fallen into place, like the way my socks fit perfectly lined up in the groove of my suitcase. I have begun to worry about that unpleasant substance arriving and hitting the fan as it usually does whenever things start to work out too nicely for me. However, people will begin turning their fans off now that the cooler weather is beginning to arrive.

Anyways, while things were going so lovely and smooth again today I started to think of how to describe how lovely they were going. I tend to think in similes, actually tend is an understatement, I almost always think in similes when I'm attempting to describe something (to myself). They are not always good, its just how I make sense of situations in my head...

So here's the one that kept rotating in my head today for some reason:

It's like I'm a kid on Halloween and I've just found the house giving out the full-sized chocolate bars.

A healthy, happy society just doesn't riot.

Art, yo

'I think the joke is on... I don't know who the joke's on - really. I don't even know if there is a joke.' Exit Through the Gift Shop is one of those films you really can't write too much about. Because the minute you do, you're starting to over-analyse. But I love it because it makes a great statement (or non-statement) about the art world today... 

I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrelight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"
Jack Kerouac - On the Road

And there are people out there who claim not to like literature...