I am completely taken aback by this. It is beautiful. It is poignant. It is truthful. I can relate. Still haven't watched the movie, Black Swan, yet (although it is the one film that has been hyped up beyond all others for me). I really love the line at the beginning of Amir's poem:
"what does it feel like when the poem comes out?....said I feel like it's writing my insides out, and I got to get it out before my pen drys out, before my ego finds out....can't let my ego find out..."
This is why I love Amir Sulaiman!! Words that come to life, for real. I imagine other writers, especially fellow poets, will agree with me on this one.
And the word play at the end this piece, along with his vocal effects and the video....damn!!!! It was so powerful, it's insane. I felt that!!
This is from a Sony Bravia commercial a few years back. I either don't recall ever seeing it, or luckily I am not so addicted to television that commercials stay embedded in my mind. Well, not some commercials, that is. But I have to admit that it's an awesome concept. 250,000 balls bouncing along the streets of San Francisco. The multitude of color easily got across the point of superb color quality in Sony Bravia television sets.
But then, I started thinking deeper. Imagine 250,000. To see the balls bouncing, some of them hitting other objects and halting their forward progression, it sort of gives you a better grasp of how big this world is. Take that initial 250,000 and multiple it by a thousand, and you'd still only get a fraction of the people in the world today. We are each like one of the bouncing balls in this video, bouncing along in this journey called life. We interact with the similar traveling balls that happen to entire our space, never fully aware of how interconnected we all are. We bounce from spot to spot, moment to moment, doing our best to avoid being knocked off our path. Some days, our movement is a slow, high-arcing leap, happening gradually but covering a great amount of distance. Other days, it is a quick, erratic springing, taking us in all directions, including backwards. Our movement is continuous, dependent upon our last, but also always subject to change.
And then, one day, the bouncing stops.
Here's to a long and eventful journey, until that very second that the ball comes to a halt.
I've been cruising some new blogs that I was introduced to, and one post has really inspired me to fully focus on my writing. From this post, on the aptly titled blog How to Not Write a Novel, I have found several of the frustrations, idiosyncrasies, and limitations that are hindering my own writing process. There were times as I read through this that I couldn't help but smile from the comfort I received from locating at least one other person who can relate. And then it made me think. What's really holding me back? Is it something physically keeping me from putting out a novel? Besides myself, the answer is a resounding no. So I'm no longer standing in my own way. If I fail, I'll live, knowing that I at least tried my best. The novel that I've already completed is about to get pushed like never before. It is time to seize my dreams. Or simply enjoy myself merely trying. Either way, I have been inspired into action.