I (finally) got some work done on my senior project. This thesis is going to be my pride and joy. It will be an in-depth analysis of the translation of selected poetic works in English, Spanish, and French. Though many of them will be translation of surrealist poems, I do want to work with the Romanticism movement, in particular, Byron, Shelley and Keats. Surrealist poets will probably include Garcia Lorca, Aragon, Eluard, Cesaire, Beckett, and of course Breton. One other poet included in all of this is me, as I will proudly work with some (2 i think) of my own poems.
I also will be working with 3 songs, only 2 which i've at the moment selected, Frou Frou - It's good to be in love, and Natasha Bedingfield - These words, the latter being a source of literary inspiration and the first kind of fits in with all these other poems of unrequited love, and the concept of shoulda woulda coulda...
It now has a direction and and primary sources. Time to piece together the bibliography.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Sunday, February 22, 2009
~Art~ (shaking hands in the air)
One thing that is great about going to a school of the arts (even though I, myself do not work with the conservatories) is having a heightened awareness of art. One of the reasons being the excellent Visual Arts program at SUNY Purchase, and also because in addition to the large artist population on campus, the school also houses the Neuberger Museaum of Art.
On that note, there are 3 new exhibits that were recently unveiled to the public. One of the collections is a compilation of Women in contemporary art (a lot wonderful photographs, and altered imagery, as well as sculptures and active art). But the other two exhibits are displays of Andy Warhol's work, in particular the candidness of photography, and his politically-driven paintings (which the above image of Queen Ntombi Twala of Swaziland belongs to). Open from February 26, to April 23, this collection is an amazing compilation from the peak of his artistic career.
Check it! While there, the permanent collection is also worth looking at, particularly the African collection, housing many traditional masks and garments from Western Africa
On that note, there are 3 new exhibits that were recently unveiled to the public. One of the collections is a compilation of Women in contemporary art (a lot wonderful photographs, and altered imagery, as well as sculptures and active art). But the other two exhibits are displays of Andy Warhol's work, in particular the candidness of photography, and his politically-driven paintings (which the above image of Queen Ntombi Twala of Swaziland belongs to). Open from February 26, to April 23, this collection is an amazing compilation from the peak of his artistic career.
Check it! While there, the permanent collection is also worth looking at, particularly the African collection, housing many traditional masks and garments from Western Africa
Friday, February 20, 2009
As it comes to a close....
Best dress of the PR finale at Bryant park. Part of the collection presented at the close of Fashion week... No luck getting in, but I kept trying, and did see smidges of the shows (Bagley Mishka, Ralph Lauren, and Christian Siriano's collection) Woot Woot!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The ominous wind blew to deliver news
of the plain growing barren, and you were still capable of hunting.
Gripping with your lips and your body, you've captivated him.
So now, with him, your love and your passion brews.
I seek cover in this windy field still seeking, still running, still coveting.
Two bodies huddle together, creating the most passionate heat,
as I the lone trekker, had nothing more than myself and a parka.
Knowing nothing about sewing or stitches, leaving garments incomplete,
Shivering without an amorous shelter, I shun the ways of Petrarca.
Patches and tape, are all desperate attempts to not feel the cold.
These hiemal gusts try to captivate me,
and without your warmth, instills the frigidness of the tundra.
The winds blow hard and garments begin to unfold.
I've become the winter's barren tree.
I do take pleasure in knowing your heart has been broken,
shattered and trampled as you did to mine.
This vicious malice fuels the hunt in white plains,
Where I prowl to find the token,
to an everlasting passion divine.
And as the plains grows wild again, refreshed with the greens of spring, no longer blanche,
predatory tendencies shall continue.
There will be passion in these eyes, and a heat ignited in this body,
precluding the loss of another opportunity, and extension of an olive branch,
for this time, this solitude will discontinue.
of the plain growing barren, and you were still capable of hunting.
Gripping with your lips and your body, you've captivated him.
So now, with him, your love and your passion brews.
I seek cover in this windy field still seeking, still running, still coveting.
Two bodies huddle together, creating the most passionate heat,
as I the lone trekker, had nothing more than myself and a parka.
Knowing nothing about sewing or stitches, leaving garments incomplete,
Shivering without an amorous shelter, I shun the ways of Petrarca.
Patches and tape, are all desperate attempts to not feel the cold.
These hiemal gusts try to captivate me,
and without your warmth, instills the frigidness of the tundra.
The winds blow hard and garments begin to unfold.
I've become the winter's barren tree.
I do take pleasure in knowing your heart has been broken,
shattered and trampled as you did to mine.
This vicious malice fuels the hunt in white plains,
Where I prowl to find the token,
to an everlasting passion divine.
And as the plains grows wild again, refreshed with the greens of spring, no longer blanche,
predatory tendencies shall continue.
There will be passion in these eyes, and a heat ignited in this body,
precluding the loss of another opportunity, and extension of an olive branch,
for this time, this solitude will discontinue.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Utada
Finally! Utada's putting the finishing touches on her 3rd English language album. "This Is the One" is her current endeavor in English, leading things off with "come back to me." This song DOES follow current R&B trends, but it was thoughtfully written, and hopefully isn't supposed to be the beam that supports the whole album. Her Japanese music has always been rich in rhythm and passion, and hopefully this will transcend onto this English effort. Exodus (2004) was alright, it was very experimental, and if you know me really well, I may have imposed "Tippy Toe" and "Hotel Lobby" on you. It wasn't a major sucess, but it was carismatic, and I'm looking forward to hearing this album when it drops mid-March.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Fashionista
Was in Bryant park last weekend reading and casually observing the construction of Mercedes-Benz fashion week.
I ran into KT Tunstall (of "black horse and a cherry tree" fame) randomly on 5th ave.
The shows look like they're to be promising, and nothing like cameras and reporters to keep me posted on the affairs within the tents. Kinda excited to see what Christian Siriano (Project Runway 4 winner). I saw what was presented by AAU (Academy of Art University) and it's great knits for men, and gorgeous outerwear for women.
Gotta keep trying to sneak in haha. Wanna see this first-hand
Monday, February 9, 2009
La vita metropolitana
Things have become a smidge frustrating at the moment.
Citibank has been a source of constant problems. Now two months after the initial attempt at applying for the 2nd-to-last loan of my undergrad years, I am STILL attempting to finish the paper work. I have done everything in my power to get his done since December, but since i have to take into account the 2 weeks of bickering with my dad (the co-signer) and the week he needed to calm down to come to his senses, and the website being changed so drastically that my loan papers couldn't be processed, and having to do everything oldschool (Mail, fax, and phone), it's still not done! I need this money.
I have a debt that I haven't been able to pay for now 2 months... and it's not the student loans, it's my credit card debt. Calls for collection, and notices in the mail, about something I financially cannot do at the moment: pay them...
I want to leave my job. I love Papyrus, I enjoy my coworkers, however I hate the fact that I'm trapped in a store inside a busy NY landmark... Nor am I a fanatic of the commute. It's been really unsatisfying to be there. I've begged to get transferred out of the store, and now a month later, I am still there, in the same place. I have such a strong sense of apathy towards the establishment, that I do my job, and I fuck around... to every degree possible. The office has become a haven for druggery, where I toke up and then crack out on Red Bull. This state of chemical limbo seems to get me through these shifts. Well that, and the company of Magan in particular that make it not seem so bad that I lack the formidable social life which i was so accustomed to.
I don't see my friends. I don't see anyone. I spend most of my time at work, in class, on a train, or in the car, so it doesn't really allow much time for social interactions. I make what little time I can to see people. I see the boys of 12-2 whenever possible (son mis rocas), and anyone else i can have the pleasure to encounter.
I have a 40 page thesis due by May... What have I done for it so far? Not much exept reading my sources, and scribbling notes about them in notebooks. But physically as far as a paper goes... there's nothing done.
I've had an itch to write. Not this, not these rants from an unhappy person. I want really write, something epic, something full of passion, something I love. I would think that this chaos would spark some type of emotive text, but since his dismissal, I haven't had much to write about. That's the sad truth about literature: what provokes some of the greatest works is unrequited love... and maybe I just need to find another guy who could care less about me to be my muse...
I'm tired... of a lot of things... the monochrome apparel, the reality of being in transit (all the time), and having to feign compassion/understanding/sympathy for anyone I encounter while in New York.
I barely sleep. Aun sea es porque estoy TAN occupado, y no por alguien como antes...
Blah....
Citibank has been a source of constant problems. Now two months after the initial attempt at applying for the 2nd-to-last loan of my undergrad years, I am STILL attempting to finish the paper work. I have done everything in my power to get his done since December, but since i have to take into account the 2 weeks of bickering with my dad (the co-signer) and the week he needed to calm down to come to his senses, and the website being changed so drastically that my loan papers couldn't be processed, and having to do everything oldschool (Mail, fax, and phone), it's still not done! I need this money.
I have a debt that I haven't been able to pay for now 2 months... and it's not the student loans, it's my credit card debt. Calls for collection, and notices in the mail, about something I financially cannot do at the moment: pay them...
I want to leave my job. I love Papyrus, I enjoy my coworkers, however I hate the fact that I'm trapped in a store inside a busy NY landmark... Nor am I a fanatic of the commute. It's been really unsatisfying to be there. I've begged to get transferred out of the store, and now a month later, I am still there, in the same place. I have such a strong sense of apathy towards the establishment, that I do my job, and I fuck around... to every degree possible. The office has become a haven for druggery, where I toke up and then crack out on Red Bull. This state of chemical limbo seems to get me through these shifts. Well that, and the company of Magan in particular that make it not seem so bad that I lack the formidable social life which i was so accustomed to.
I don't see my friends. I don't see anyone. I spend most of my time at work, in class, on a train, or in the car, so it doesn't really allow much time for social interactions. I make what little time I can to see people. I see the boys of 12-2 whenever possible (son mis rocas), and anyone else i can have the pleasure to encounter.
I have a 40 page thesis due by May... What have I done for it so far? Not much exept reading my sources, and scribbling notes about them in notebooks. But physically as far as a paper goes... there's nothing done.
I've had an itch to write. Not this, not these rants from an unhappy person. I want really write, something epic, something full of passion, something I love. I would think that this chaos would spark some type of emotive text, but since his dismissal, I haven't had much to write about. That's the sad truth about literature: what provokes some of the greatest works is unrequited love... and maybe I just need to find another guy who could care less about me to be my muse...
I'm tired... of a lot of things... the monochrome apparel, the reality of being in transit (all the time), and having to feign compassion/understanding/sympathy for anyone I encounter while in New York.
I barely sleep. Aun sea es porque estoy TAN occupado, y no por alguien como antes...Blah....
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
Bt-dubz...
It's black history month.
Brings back memories of going to a black majority elementary school. I knew about Kwanzaa, and MLKJ day is essentially a pregame to February.
So on that note,
Brings back memories of going to a black majority elementary school. I knew about Kwanzaa, and MLKJ day is essentially a pregame to February.
So on that note,
out of sight...
out of mind?
A dweller dwelling in his dwelling about things in his memory. That's what it was up until I learned to not care. Apathy. What a great sensation it is to no longer feel anything. I can speak (even about you) and it doesn't hurt, the words do not leave a sour taste on my tongue or sting my lips. My hands no longer tremble as i tap away these words.
c'est tout.
Solo tomo un mes extra, pero al fin, ya basta!
A dweller dwelling in his dwelling about things in his memory. That's what it was up until I learned to not care. Apathy. What a great sensation it is to no longer feel anything. I can speak (even about you) and it doesn't hurt, the words do not leave a sour taste on my tongue or sting my lips. My hands no longer tremble as i tap away these words.
c'est tout.
Solo tomo un mes extra, pero al fin, ya basta!
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