Friday, December 5, 2008
Show Some School Spirirt
Monday, December 1, 2008
Sharkapa-What?
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
A Little Something (Else) About Me
I would like to tell you a little more about myself than I have. To do this I have chosen to use my writing and I have chosen a poem called Swelling Pain to begin because of what it is about. It is a descriptive poem inspired by free writing. It began as just rambling about how much my arthritus caused me pain as I wrote. At the time, the pain was excruciating. The irony in it is that physically writing is one of my favorite things to do and my pain makes me suffer through it. There is nothing I enjoy more than sliding a freshly sharpened pencil point over a pile of lined paper, creating the organized appearance to become a mess. The mess of the paper is what I strive for, whether it is caused by my big, harsh handwriting, or the words that are composed. One of my favorite messes goes like this...
Swelling pain
I can almost feel
my joints rubbing together.
It's an ache that lies
almost as deep as the marrow.
With every pencil stroke I create,
the ache seeps deeper and deeper
moving to the core of my wrist,
and traveling, creeping up my elbow,
to drill into it's core as well.
Every finger pushing on my pencil
aches as well.
Each knuckle filling with air,
waiting to be cracked...
waiting to make the person next to me
cringe in disgust
to the unwanted noise.
And now I know what comes next...
...the numbness.
This poem describes me the best. It contains my love for writing, and the pain that it causes me. My entire life revolves around the pain and restrictions and it hurts both physically and mentally.
I have been writing for years and began putting together portfolios in 2003. At the end of every one or two years of writing I have gone back and looked for my favorite works and made a collection dedicated to them and decorated them as I feel appropriate. I have had a few poems published in small books, but keep most of my writing to myself. I use my writing to vent and therefore it tends to come out very morbid. I do not share my writing very often because I feel many people will judge me by it.
The Blues Make it Better
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Return to Paradise
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Canada, Home of the...Humble?
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Language
Words, wrods, wdros, wrdos…what is the difference? Language is composed of words which is composed of letters, which are composed of lines. What is it that makes these words so full of meaning? It is the meaning that humans put behind them and the context in which they are used. I have had a fascination with the human language since I was a child.
My amazement was brought about by my father. As children most get put into “time-outs,” I however was told to copy down pages of the dictionary. I was born with the condition dyslexia and had a hard time learning how to use words. Being told to copy all those words and their definitions helped me to become more diverse in my vocabulary and gave me the ability to articulate myself very well.
Over time I have become a recreational writer in order to use my acquired skill. I use my writing to express myself and have come to enjoy doing it. I write poetry, short stores and have attempted to write multiple books. It has slowly become my obsession.
As any other obsession, it can rule my life. I can be consumed for days, upon days by my writing. I have even written a poem containing nothing but my favorite words and definitions. I would love to continue improving my vocabulary and using it in my everyday life.
Language is more then words, however. I also enjoy expressing language through art. I do this by sketching and painting. I paint on full and queen sized sheets with water based acrylic paint. I sketch small on paper and choose to turn my sketches into large scale in order to fully express them.
Whenever I finish a piece I try to put words to it. I either relate it to a poem or short story I have already written, or I create new words for them. I have recently been wanting to include my writing with my paintings, but have yet to execute this idea. I have even had the idea of turning and entire book into a highly illustrated painting.
Language can be used in many ways. I would encourage people to get involved in as many ways as they possibly can. I would love to show the infinite amount of ways that people can use language. Finally I will always appreciate the many ways that it is already expressed, being socially acceptable or not.
Anybody love language as much as I?