To Professor Bielecki and everyone in our class. Thank you so much for your time and effort. I know it took a lot of patience always putting up with our questions about iMovie and audacity. It’s hard to teach people about something they’re completely foreign with, but you did a great job and made it so much more manageable than I expected. I also appreciated you accepting our creative pieces and letting us post “almost” anything we want on the site. It was a joy to read what other people were thinking throughout the week and around the holidays. I will sincerely miss this class. Thank you for everything!
I framed the crisis
as very bleak
there will be no
The last bailed,
the planet with
a lovely dessert.
Warm and fuzzies
cannot begin to fathom
another route, or even worse
being the only game in town
I like Neil’s idea a lot for the podcast. It’s similar to what he did for his iMovie project, but in a really good way. I think everyone needs to be aware that life can be fragile and we need to take advantage of the life we have, while we have it. I wish the sound were a bit more consistent with his podcast, certain people were easier to hear and understand than others. I really liked how he incorporated other people’s thoughts and opinions, and not just his own. It was cool how it was more of a conversation, and less of just Neil talking. It kept it interesting. And I also really appreciated the music in the beginning. It was a nice way to start things off and gradually get into the podcast.
Jenna’s podcast really kept my interest. I loved the interjections and the way it was not just her speaking. The audio she plays in the beginning is similar to a lot of the stereotypes I think about sororities. About half of my roommates are in sororities and being around them has given me more respect for people in the Greek system. It just seems sometimes these girls worry about the wrong things, putting too much emphasis on minute events. The “email” Jenna played in the beginning lent itself to these ideas. I was glad she not only played live clips from a negative stereotype, but from a positive stereotype as well. She allowed us to see both sides and make our own opinions. The podcast was great at mixing up sounds, voices, songs, while keeping with the same topic.
I thought this podcast was very well organized. She spoke very well, and the music accompanying it in the background was effective, but not distracting. The idea of her podcast was very unique and a topic that we probably experience semi-often but don’t always define. It was neat to think about it in this light. Collectively we experience “highs” with others. We lose ourselves in this group mentality. I loved this idea of “electricity” that she discussed. What a cool word to describe something that happens among humans. I went to Firefly festival this past summer, and this podcast reminded me of a lot of the feelings I felt those three days. I let myself go, was surrounded by the people I love and by the outdoors, and listened to great music. I think everyone needs a time of meditation like that more often.
Goodbye Old Self
So long, farewell
I can’t say I’m sad to see you go
You lingered a bit too long in fact
Definitely overstayed your welcome
I thought you’d lose the claws
Or at least your chomp
But I had to do it myself
I pried your fingers and bit you back
That small little box that was nestled
Shallow in your mind
Of how things should go and
That box is out with the recycling
Maybe even the trash
Wherever, it’s junk
And I’ve replaced it with nothing
I have nothing left to say goodbye to
Saving my words only for hello’s
Following the trend of my creative writing posts, I wanted to post an elegy that I just read for the first time recently, and love. Frank O’Hara is a great writer, and I encourage all of you to read more of his poems.
I’m not going to cry all the time
nor shall I laugh all the time,
I don’t prefer one “strain” to another.
I’d have the immediacy of a bad movie,
not just a sleeper, but also the big,
overproduced first-run kind. I want to be
at least as alive as the vulgar. And if
some aficionado of my mess says “That’s
not like Frank!”, all to the good! I
don’t wear brown and grey suits all the time,
do I? No. I wear workshirts to the opera,
often. I want my feet to be bare,
I want my face to be shaven, and my heart–
you can’t plan on the heart, but
the better part of it, my poetry, is open.