Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Exploring different sides of the city


I've lived in my town for almost 13 years. Which means I know it fairly well, I don't get lost, I can navigate public transportation, etc... Since I work in various schools doing creative writing workshops, I see various corners of the city regularly through visits. However, as a parent and a somewhat non-social being (outside of performing and work and my household specifically), I really don't get out on the town much. I go to kid/teen friendly restaurants, movies, amusement places designed for family entertainment. I've been lots of places, but not the kind of places that I can recommend to grown up friends that don't have kids or aren't kids at heart. So I always feel funny when I am supposed to show folks around from out of town. Honestly- I don't know what club is "the spot". When I go to shows, or clubs, it is usually only when I am performing or someone I know personally is playing, and certain venues I won't go to cause I don't like the vibe. SO basically, I don't get out much.

However, lately I have been exploring new restaurants in various sectors of town with a good friend of mine and on my own. I found a place that I really liked tonight. The food was decent, I didn't order any alcohol so I can't speak on the drinks, but it was the ambience. Very grown up, candle lit cozy goodness buried within the industrial north side of the city. I've been challenging myself to find new spots, going on line and researching based on neighborhood. Today was a success. I found a place that I would definitely go to again. YAY for me, and for my friend who is fortunate enough to have me to do this sort of grueling hard work. I wouldn't eat there during non-happy hours, cause the prices would be outrageous- but for the vibe I give it a thumbs up! See, even after 13 years it is not too late to explore the neighborhoods!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

To Blog or Not To Blog... That is the question


Tis it nobler to write with no expectation of response or
to bathe in the glowing instant gratification of an audience?

Does the reader that doesn't respond "listen" less?
What reveals itself when the comment area says zero?

Do blogs get lonely, viewing the vast cyber wilderness?
Forget electric technicolor dreams when they wake?

Do they fear being alone?

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Inspired by my visit to Lincoln City


by Turiya

ANCHOR INN

spent a week at the Anchor Inn
perfect metaphor for where I’ve been
sinking deep beneath the skin
to seek my inner self again

rapt tight in mooring line
i docked long enough to find
floating fragments i’d left behind
containing other sides of mine

SPINDRIFT

Crashing the shore
Churning emotions
Love rattles on sand
Ebbs and shifts like spindrift

Churning emotions
Tumultuous transitions through chaos
Ebbs and shifts like spindrift
I struggle without a preserver

Tumultuous transitions through chaos
Relax enough to float
I struggle without a preserver
and dive towards myself

Relax enough to float
Love rattles on sand
I dive towards myself
Crashing the shore


CLIFF DIVING

Shores of my rocky life
Imagine the depths
Darkness of loss
Pain of watery breath

Imagine the depths
Soothing like sleep
Pain of watery breath
Quilts of satin

Soothing like sleep
Reach out shaky arms
Quilts of satin
Swim against high tide

Reach out shaky arms
Darkness of loss
Swim against high tide
Shores of my rocky life

Oceanlake Brilliance

Working with 6-10 year-olds last week was a different challenge. The 3rd grade class was more what I am used to, but I haven’t worked with 1st and 2nd graders doing writing in ages. They are at such a unique stage with the writing process. It reminds me of when I was very little and saw my mom doing cursive. Of course, to my untrained eye, it appeared to be a series of lovely squiggles, which I immediately tried to recreate. I drew very nice curvy loops that were definitely not words, but I remember thinking cursive was beautiful.

Some are getting paragraphs down on their own and their spelling makes complete sense too. (Complexities of English as a written language cause the majority of issues. I loved that about some of the other languages I have dabbled in, they are actually consistent with their spelling and how words sound, go figure!) Some of my students were just starting to write letters into the form of words. I noticed a couple of younger students who had regular refrains containing combinations of the same 4 or 5 letters. The best part is when those same children recite their works for the class and it grows into an epic impromptu piece. Kids at these ages are so eager and excited to try things!

One star, a mere 2nd grader, came up with 2 rhymes for “alliteration”, and that was by no means the assignment, they just came to him. You never know where their path will lead, but clearly there are so many possibilities for greatness in all walks. My 3rd graders had so many great questions for me, I finally needed to say that if we didn’t get started on writing the class would be over soon. They asked me to “rap” for them and I did. One of the students said they listened to 50 Cent, so I also talked to them briefly about the history of hip-hop as a culture and creative force, not just songs heard on the radio, it's the art of making do with what we have, making art from what we have.

The school held an evening write nite event, where Joanna (an amazing person also working with students at my school) and I did an assembly style workshop. A whole cafeteria full of families and staff writing and discussing their family story! The room buzzed with chatter, while we got to mee some of the parents of students we saw during the day. Once we were done, the line of students, (and students with their parents), who wanted stretched pretty far to read for a packed house of over 200! Folks faced one of the highest ranking fears, public speaking, with idividual style. We even had time for everyone to read who volunteered. One of the tiniest readers stepped to the mic and I reminded her, as I did everyone, to speak up and not to be afraid of the mic. She killed it! Perfect projection, every word crystal clear- a pro, like she does that every day before she eats her breakfast! They blew me away, and by the end of the evening my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. What an amazing community! I could listen to youth on the mic for days. This is why I have focused more energy on workshops and performances with young people. Seeing them do their thing and knowing that each experience helps fuel the people/artists they will become brings me great joy.

Another huge highlight reel moment:
One of the writing and drawing exercises we did involved saying what we carried in our heart. The literal scribes wrote about vessels and blood, which was fine and yeilded cool pictures. Obviously parents and family ranked high on many lists. Then one little girl, when asked to share two of the things she carried in her heart, said “Turiya and kittens”. I came before kittens! That is when you know you are a true star. It has nothing to do with being on tv, radio and the like. When you beat out “kittens” or are on par with the undeniable goodness of adorable furry pets- that is when you know you are doing something right!

The teachers were great to let us take over their classes for a week and extremely supportive and helpful, the principal was amazing and the families were clearly involved by showing up to the event. Thank you Oceanlake for an incredible week! I hope to come back and work with you all again soon!