Lavenders Thoughts

Lavenders Thoughts

Thursday, April 14, 2011

into the wild





the two short poems in the begginning of the movie "into the wild". i loved it so much i thought id share em with everyone. enjoy!


by alexander supertramp
two years, he walks the earth.
no phone, no pool, no pets, no ciggarettes.
ultimate freedom.
an extremist. an aesthetic voyager whos home is the road.
so now, after two ramblig years, comes the final and greatest adventure
the climactic battle to kill the false being within,
victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution,.
no longer to be poisoned by civilization,
he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild

(those who know me best know i closely identify with this guy. im longing to be freed. i need an escape!)

I go back to may (1937)
by sharon olds

i see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges
i see my father strolling out
under the ochur sandstone arch, the
red tiles glinting like bent
plates of blood behind his head, i
see my mother with a few light books at her hip
standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks,
the wrought- iron gate still open behind her, its
sword-tips aglow in the may air,
they are about to graduate, they are about to get married,
they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are
innocent, they would never hurt anybody.
i want to go up to them and say Stop,
dont do it--shes the wrong woman,
hes the wrong man, you are going to do things
you cannot imagine you would ever do,
you are going to do bad things to children,
you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of,
you are going to want to die. i want to go
up to them there in he late may sunlight and say it,
her hungry pretty face turning to me,
her pitiful beautiful untouched body
but i dont do it. i want to live, i
take them up like the male and female
paper dolls and bang them together
at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to
strike sparks from them, i say
do what you are going to do, and i will tell about it.

the entire second half of the poem really resonates with me.

loving spring!



Tuesday, April 12, 2011

poem contest/ book store

what: dramatic poem reading

where: hostos community college

when: this morning during my spanish class


Highlights:

Woman by nikki giovanni (black girl with short natural hair, lots of attitude)

Welcome to Zimbabwe:land of contradiction by albert nyathi (African student with a heavy accent captures the our hearts while explaining life in African streets)

men by maya angelou (spanish student explains the plight of a woman with a once promiscuous soul)

my mother's face by brenda serotte (beautiful poem by she ruined it with her deep spanish accent and and 2nd grade reading skills)

innocent criminal by pats justice (the first place winner. the hood inspired def- jam poem performed by one of my classmates)

untitled by michael irizarry ( i performed this perfectly but i completely ommited the last stanza...accidentally!)


food refreshments... blah blah

15$barnes and nobles gift certificate yayyy



later on that day...

Friday, March 25, 2011

poem by the homie RIP!


She deserved to be kissed.
Held.
Made love to.
But her hearts on the floor.
Next to her shirt.
And her underwear.

She's my friend.
Together we are.
Two fallen Angels.
Tip-toe-ing our way through God's back door.
Hiding out in Heaven.
For this moment.
- RIPMC

LOVE this poem. It really is a reflection of the chaos which is my current love life. Oddly enough im content.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

lets try: writing haikus!















The deafening blow
Eerily fell upon me
An epic knockout

You know whats constant
The defeat of enemies
They fall silently

My song sounds like breeze
Tastes tough like earthly gravel
Come have a listen

The scent of hot sex
Laced with a hint of red wine
Enter my bedroom

Paint me in bright hughes
Paint me in technicolor
Great, now tear me down

When I first tried one it took me awhile. Then after that all the ideas started to flow. They came so fast that I didnt have a chance to get them all down. I like this style. Sitting in on Leigh's class actually lead to me learning to appreciate them. She also sparked the idea of combining a bunch and transforming them into stanzas in a poem. This is just the beginning. there is more to come!

Saturday, January 22, 2011

juss crazi





cool to pay tribute n all but it would be creepy to see someone walking down the street in either of the outfits on the sides. smh