I will be switching blogospheres as of today. My new (and improved- sorry blogger) blog will be here http://valthewriter.tumblr.com/. I think it's much simpler and I just like the look and feel of it. So goodbye to you bloggers out there...Not like anybody reads this thing anyway. *shrugs*
Peacin' out for good.
-ciao
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Where The Wild Things Are
Those of you who grew up in the 90's might remember this from a book...I'm still in disbelief that they're actually making a movie out of it. And the trailer looks incredible on top of it.
Who knows, I might get inspired to continue thinking about a tight enough concept for a children's book. I already have one in mind and it came to me in a dream. Seriously. I woke up right after the dream and wrote it down in my diary...
Speaking of diaries, I need to write a sxsw blog soon, before I forget too many details.
Ok it's midnight and I've managed to do absolutely nothing today. Tomorrow is school and so I should be getting ready for bed.
-ciao
Who knows, I might get inspired to continue thinking about a tight enough concept for a children's book. I already have one in mind and it came to me in a dream. Seriously. I woke up right after the dream and wrote it down in my diary...
Speaking of diaries, I need to write a sxsw blog soon, before I forget too many details.
Ok it's midnight and I've managed to do absolutely nothing today. Tomorrow is school and so I should be getting ready for bed.
-ciao
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Love
I wrote a poem in semi-prose form. It is inspired by a poem called "Song" by Brigit Peegen Kelly. Although that poem inspires every poem I write.
When it flew in it perched itself on a picket fence.
Nobody saw it sitting there nibbling on a dead worm.
Until one fateful day. A little boy noticed the sparrow
One afternoon in the break of day by the railroad tracks.
He took the bird home and fed it.
The bird sang to him at night.
He sang a song that warmed the boy inside.
The boy kept the bird until it flew away.
A man in a suit was the next to find the bird.
This time he didn’t feed it. He didn’t nurture it.
He wanted to kill it because of the song.
The sweet song. But it sang to keep the peace.
It sang to call out to its own heart.
After the man chopped off its head.
The man was a rich man. He was rich
Like diamonds in caves. He was rich like a man
Able to buy a million singing sparrows.
He was in void of worry or regret while
The bird was half a bird. By the train tracks
The beating never stops. It shakes the ground.
While the song fills the air the heart crawls to the head.
The little boy wanted the bird back.
He searched for it in the night and the day.
He walked in circles to find the bird.
The boy missed its innocence. He cried when he
Saw what was left of the bird by the tracks.
The boy went home and thought about the sparrow
For years. He wondered why anyone would want to harm
A miracle. The sparrow was half a bird but it still Sang.
The song filled the air to the stinging sound
Of the freight train. The song sounds like a desperate
Man calling out to his dead child.
© VAW 09'
It will most likely be revised a thousand times, but for now, enjoy
Love
When it flew in it perched itself on a picket fence.
Nobody saw it sitting there nibbling on a dead worm.
Until one fateful day. A little boy noticed the sparrow
One afternoon in the break of day by the railroad tracks.
He took the bird home and fed it.
The bird sang to him at night.
He sang a song that warmed the boy inside.
The boy kept the bird until it flew away.
A man in a suit was the next to find the bird.
This time he didn’t feed it. He didn’t nurture it.
He wanted to kill it because of the song.
The sweet song. But it sang to keep the peace.
It sang to call out to its own heart.
After the man chopped off its head.
The man was a rich man. He was rich
Like diamonds in caves. He was rich like a man
Able to buy a million singing sparrows.
He was in void of worry or regret while
The bird was half a bird. By the train tracks
The beating never stops. It shakes the ground.
While the song fills the air the heart crawls to the head.
The little boy wanted the bird back.
He searched for it in the night and the day.
He walked in circles to find the bird.
The boy missed its innocence. He cried when he
Saw what was left of the bird by the tracks.
The boy went home and thought about the sparrow
For years. He wondered why anyone would want to harm
A miracle. The sparrow was half a bird but it still Sang.
The song filled the air to the stinging sound
Of the freight train. The song sounds like a desperate
Man calling out to his dead child.
© VAW 09'
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Blog Space
I just recently got a Twitter which I was debating about in my head for a while. Do I honestly need another reason to procrastinate? But I'm sure even without this internet technology that I'd find some way to not do my homework or study or do anything that requires me to use a significant amount of brain power. I'm a modern day cave woman. At least I can love.
That's all that matters anyway right? Love is all we need. After all it's the love of ourselves that keeps us propelling our bodies forward into the world/lion's den. We are all prey to the world and subject to become victims of natural selection. Only the truly fit shall prosper...and if you believe that than you might as well cease to exist. Honesty won't get you to the top. Neither will being nice. There's a reason why they call money "the root of all evil". Love is all we truly need. Even those people who love money need love. It was their love for money that got them their riches (in this world) but then what?
Anyway I feel like I've been rambling about this subject for too long now. I'm starting to sound like:
So I've added a couple new links to the right side of my page. Infowars.com and lookbook.nu. If you have a craving for conspiracy theory based news and street fashion then those sites will give you a good fix =P
As for me, I'm going to continue looking out of these eyes with my outlook more optimistic than ever before <3
Adios.
That's all that matters anyway right? Love is all we need. After all it's the love of ourselves that keeps us propelling our bodies forward into the world/lion's den. We are all prey to the world and subject to become victims of natural selection. Only the truly fit shall prosper...and if you believe that than you might as well cease to exist. Honesty won't get you to the top. Neither will being nice. There's a reason why they call money "the root of all evil". Love is all we truly need. Even those people who love money need love. It was their love for money that got them their riches (in this world) but then what?
Anyway I feel like I've been rambling about this subject for too long now. I'm starting to sound like:
So I've added a couple new links to the right side of my page. Infowars.com and lookbook.nu. If you have a craving for conspiracy theory based news and street fashion then those sites will give you a good fix =P
As for me, I'm going to continue looking out of these eyes with my outlook more optimistic than ever before <3
Adios.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
My current obsession
Alexander McQueen. He is to fashion as I am to poetry. A surrealist explosion.
I want my boyfriend to dress like this:
Sometimes I wish I were a boy so I could wear these awesome clothes.
Despite the weirdness (which I love) you could totally pull off wearing his clothes in real life. I would =D
-ciao
I want my boyfriend to dress like this:
Sometimes I wish I were a boy so I could wear these awesome clothes.
Despite the weirdness (which I love) you could totally pull off wearing his clothes in real life. I would =D
-ciao
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