Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night." ~ Rainer Maria Rilke

Listen and look outside your window for a moment. What do you see or hear in the night where you live?

Monday, March 28, 2011

A Love/Hate Letter Between Pen and Paper

(So, today in Uncultivated Rabbits, the spoken word/poetry club at UCI, we had a workshop based on a  letter between two inanimate objects, which was inspired by the Sarah Kay poem, "A Love Letter..." I worked with a good friend of mine named Jordon and we ended up creating this piece about the relationship between a paper and pen. Let us know what you think!)

Paper: Dear Pen,
Pen: Dear Paper,

Pen: I love flowing my juices onto you,
        But you make me bleed,
        Can't you see that maybe this relationship was meant to be.

Paper: As you write on top of me,
           Your tip spewing your luscious thoughts
           Down my body
           Penetrating boldly, tracing the letters on my skin,
           By the end of this love game, you will win
           The prize -- your thoughts, your words, your everything in me--
           I mean, on!

Pen: I love how you easily give in,
Paper: I love how you easily take

Both: But, there is a problem

Pen: You cut and make me run dry
Paper: You scratch and sometimes tear

Pen: I've moved onto other pages
Paper: You've used me up until there's no more,
           And made me your whore,
           Watched as you moved onto the next sheet
           Leaving me behind with your thoughts, your words, your everything.
           I am just trash.

Pen: I'm sorry this is the end for the both of us,
       Hopefully, we'll go our separate ways and
       Maybe I'll revisit you someday.

Paper: It is not you who is done with me,
           I'm done with you,
           So, I hope not to see you soon.

Both at the same time:
Pen: Sincerely,
P.S. I love you.

Paper: Sincerely,
P.S. Fuck you.

Here's a link to Sarah Kay's "A Love Letter...":

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Every Word Counts

Every word counts. I learned this working on a new spoken word piece of mine, while listening to professional spoken word artists perform their pieces on Youtube for some inspiration. Hearing them made me realize how each of their words was carefully picked to get a specific reaction out of the audience. It’s interesting how much I learned from spoken word that I didn’t really learn from any other writing form or book.  I feel as though all of my works that I have written before today are flimsy in their word choice with a lot of and’s, but’s, just’s, and other excessive words that could easily be cut out to make my writing more streamlined.

However, after cutting out so many words from the piece, it looks like a skeleton of its former self. When revising over something, one has to find a middle ground between the fluff and the skeleton. Seems obvious, right? Well, I feel like I still find myself using excessive words and losing what the real piece is talking about after a while.

Have you ever had any trouble with revising or cutting out certain phrases or words from your writing?

Here are a few spoken word pieces that are carefully worded and beautifully written. 



Wednesday, March 23, 2011

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"You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Name one time you were wrong. Write out a time when you were lost down a path and found your way out. 

*Sorry for the delay on posts! I was really busy with finals last week and celebrating my birthday with family and friends. Regular posting will now continue on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. Enjoy this week's Mental Snack and share your stories!

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Open-Mic (2): Love Shot

I performed on Monday as an "official member" of the Uncultivated Rabbits, the spoken word group at the UCI campus, for my first open-mic with a spoken word piece that I memorized. I admit that I screwed up in the beginning and that I was shaking, but I pulled it off in the end. I feel as though with the Rabbits keep pushing me to do up my game through their positive attitudes and the atmosphere that they bring with them. I'm truly glad that I found them and in a way, they found me.

So, here's the video of that performance and I hope you enjoy it. Let me know any more suggestions on what I can change and help me improve on. The last group of comments, which were mostly on Facebook, really did help me on this performance, so thank you to all of my friends that helped me with the constructive criticism and comments. And thank you everyone for reading and watching!


(This video is brought to you by the Uncultivated Rabbits and Kevin Mai. Thank you!)

*Also, I won't be doing posts for this week because my computer is starting to really hate me and keeps freezing and finals are coming up. I'll see you all in a week!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

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"You can't force creativity, you'll hate yourself for doing so. It all comes in waves, like life, but the key is being true to yourself. As long as you accomplish that, then the creativity will flow." ~ John O'Callaghan 

Have you ever forced creativity or anything and not been true to yourself? Share one time when you were true to yourself and you were happy with the result.  : )

Monday, March 7, 2011

The Love Shot

Here's a spoken word piece that I performed earlier today for an open-mic. This is my first spoken-word piece ever and it touches on a very personal thing that happened to me awhile ago. A video of my performance will be up soon and thanks to the Uncultivated Rabbits for the videos and everything! 

I am addicted and want to get off,
Go cold turkey and stop
From this drug that is you.
The way it begins is through a simple thought:
I want to talk to you,
Get to know you,
See you in a different light than any other person in this world and in this room,
Make you my friend,
Make you into something more than just another relationship,
Treat you right unlike any other guy,
Just like this,
Blood begins to run in my veins faster than any other highway,
And every time I see you smile it’s like a diamond’s shine,
And every time you speak, your voice is a sweet melody to my ears
And always something I wish to hear,
Like the way you wish me a good night or a good day
Even though I want to stay awake
And never go to sleep
Because I want to always be with you.
No dream or fantasy can compare to the reality
Of having pillow talks and sweet whispers
Of lying in the grass among flowers
Of skipping stones and breaking the spines of leaves as we walk down these streets linking hands
And wishing that time can stop so we can live in this moment forever.

However, like I said, I want to get off,
I want to live,
Go back to the way it was before
But I can’t handle it anymore,
Can’t handle the constant thoughts
Can’t the handle the constant knots
In my stomach
The heavy breathing that goes on deep inside my lungs,
Because I can’t bear the thought of knowing that you are a cheat.
You tore my heart into shreds
And as I'm thinking of all those memories that are being washed down a drain that is already clogged with a million different other things,
I ask myself: How can you do this to me?

I can’t sleep or eat without thinking of how we used to be together 
And your favorite foods on plastic spoons driven into your mouth by my guiding hand,
And I can’t be in the same room with you even for a second or I’ll get mad
Because just the mere thought of seeing you will make me explode into a fit of rage 
Because I knew we had something
And you lost it,
Like a gift I have given you, you took my heart, and ended up breaking it like a cheap toy,
And now, I am just another boy, lost and now alone on this road with no one else,
But I’ll find my way by myself,
Because wasn’t that how I started in the beginning?

So, I walk down the path of forgetting all that we had and all that used to be,
Go down the reverse way of Memory Lane,
Wipe those streets clean
And tear down that pedestal that I built for you
And now, you’re just another girl too.
Another girl in my eyes and just walking by
Down the street or across that corner
And not a girl I can believe in any longer
Because of the way you treated me and threw me away
Told me we could still be friends but erased me off the face of the planet
So, now it's my turn to erase you.

You can keep my boxers, my shirts, my necklaces, and all those materialistic things
But I request one thing back:
My heart.
Which I gave to you from the start,
Which wasn’t probably a good idea
But, we all make mistakes, right?
So, I’ll take back that beating thing
Get it off your hands
Because frankly I don’t think you deserve it
For beating it into a pulp the way that you did,
So, thanks for all that—scratch that, there are no thank you’s for what you did,
There are only you’s because you were the problem to begin with,
There’s no good in my good bye’s either because there was nothing good about it,
Because you left me a broken man,
So just leave
From my sight and from my mind,
Go away forever
And walk down that same road that I walked for
For so many years
Trying to figure out what I did wrong
When it was all along
Your fault.

I am off the drug that they call love
But I revisit it every once and again
Seeing that cute girl in the corner of my eye
And instead
Of wishing to be with that girl that I had before,
I will talk to this other girl 
Just for a moment and speak one or two words
Maybe a “Hi” or a “Hey”
Wave my hand and maybe develop something by the end of the day,
But you know, I still wear my heart on my sleeve
So I have to be wary
Keep my eyes in their sockets,
Make sure my adrenaline doesn't skyrocket
And tuck that broken glued-together heart,
Somewhere this new girl can’t see
So, I put it back in me, where it belongs, in its place,
Underneath my skin, my nerves endings, and inside that forest of bones,
And never to be shown
So easily ever again,
But will be released and she will amend
All those things that the first girl took away and crushed,
I’ll let her inside
And have her play operation with my heart and mind,
Because there’s no way I’m just going to give them to her.
She has to release it and grasp it gently
Because there’s a chance that it might escape from her hands
But I’m sure it will be in her grasp for awhile
If she knows how to treat me right, the road that we walk won’t have to be alone or won’t be for miles and miles,
So, together we’ll be on this drug for a while 
And feel what they call love
The intensity and emotion of it all,
The twists and turns
Spirals, laughter, and rug burns,
And we will learn about each other in more ways than one
So please give me a shot of that drug that they call love--

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Spoken Word and Slightly Reflecting on How I Branched Out

When I started writing, I limited myself to only fiction. Then, I began to branch out into other genres. Later, I wrote nonfiction, starting with this blog by giving you, my readers, some personal stories and anecdotes. And while blogging, I discovered a lot of people wrote poetry on their blogs, so I tried out some of my poetry on here. All my stages of writing had its good and bad moments. Eventually, I got the hang of it, but I'm still an amateur.

Lately, I've been involved with a club on campus known as Uncultivated Rabbits and they are known for their spoken word, which is like poetry but with a beat behind it. I've only been in the club for about a month now and I'm just a bunny, I guess, but I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of it. I've realized that there are two parts to a spoken word piece: the writing and the performance. So, I'm preparing for my first ever spoken word piece on Monday, which took three days to memorize. Hopefully, I can put on the performance part of it well.

Wish me luck!

Here are some of my favorite spoken word pieces, done by professionals, that I've discovered this past week when trying to find out what I was going to write about for this coming Monday.




Wednesday, March 2, 2011

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"Artists can color the sky red because they know it's blue. Those of us who aren't artists must color things the way they really are or people might think we're stupid." ~ Julies Fieffer

What was one moment that you felt like an artist? What was one moment in your life when you felt that you should go against the norm because you felt it was the right thing to do? Or was there a moment in your life when others thought you were stupid, but didn't care what others thought about you?