I must give credit to my friend and fellow poet (also a Razor Babe) Maggie Westland for this writing prompt, but I can't for the life of me remember where SHE got it. . .
I am traveling again and one bit of homework I have for myself it to write everyday. And, to kick it off I am posting my first entry here for your enjoyment!
5 Thing I know to be True (Prompt courtesy of Maggie Westland)
1. The Interstate 5 is a dreadfully long and straight road that will put any lone driver into a trance that can not be fended off with any amount of caffeine, thus forcing the driver to take a car-nap in Kettleman City while strategically parked beside a small tree in the Jack in the Box parking lot.
2. Yesterday Megill & Company had its second annual Tournament Day (the games of which include Gaucho, Corners, Kings Cup and our newly created Colors of Summer) to celebrate summer, and I have decided that it really deserves its own Anthem. And, flag.
3. Jonathon Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a great audiobook, but is still no match for I-5's ability zombify the lone driver.
4. My fold-able, silver, Car Windshield Sunshade that I bought at the dollar store (for a dollar) is perhaps the best investment I have made in a while as it conveniently doubles up as a left arm protector when I fold it in half and pin it between my left knee and the car door in just the right position so that the afternoon sun is blocked from giving me a nasty sunburn. Brilliant. (Bonus: As the sun continued to set, I was able to tuck a corner of the silver screen under my bra strap for total left side sun protection)
5. The windmill field on I-580 (known as the 580 to we southern Californians) is the best part of driving to the bay area. It almost makes the monotony of I-5 worth it. Almost.
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Monday, June 11, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
On Being a Razor Babe. . .
I'm not sure exactly how I fell into this group of people. It all seems like a blur when I think back. But, after tonight there is no denying that I am a Razor Babe.
I guess it started with Sandra Hunter and my need to do something other than dance. But, I never suspected it to go this far. I mean. . . A poetry performance group?
I never dreamt in a million years. And, yet, here I am, having completed my very first debut performance as a Razor Babe.
We performed tonight at the Artists Union Gallery in Ventura. You could feel the damp ocean air and smell the briny tide at the door only a stone's throw from the surf. There we were, in our new Razor Babe t-shirts, with our Razor Babe Chapbook, and videographers and photographers and me!
Surreal to say the least. Of course performance in nothing new for me, but this venue, this format is very different. I am used to a world of movement, music, lighting, costumes and dance. This performance was about baring you soul as is no persona, no illusions, no tricks. Pure. Simple. Human.
Yes, we perform poems, but I learned tonight that we are more than poets, we are storytellers. There was something about our performance that made me feel connected to ancient civilizations. Just as the orators of ancient Greece and Rome told their stories, we were telling ours. Words put together to create new worlds. I felt the Razor Babes transporting the audience to and from these worlds of hopes, dreams, desires, and tragedies. Moments of hysteria, laughter, excitement and poignancy wrapped up into one amazing trip.
We were telling our stories, yes, but I couldn't help but feel we were telling everyone's story. The story of being human, one poem at a time. A kaleidoscope of images and sense memories. This ancient art of storytelling, engaging in who we are what we share, intoxicates me.
Standing at the back and looking at the group, in our matching shirts with the edgy razor blade logo, I couldn't help but think: what a motley crew we are. A mishmash of ages, races, stories, lives. But, we come together and all of that disappears as create a safe space to share our poems and stories with each other and with the world.
I am a member of a precious tribe of artists.
I am a Razor Babe.
Here is our write up in the Ventura County Star:
http://m.vcstar.com/news/2012/mar/29/razor-babes-present-an-evening-of-interactive-3/
For more on Sandra Hunter's Workshops and Razor Babe events:
http://www.sandra-hunter.com/
I guess it started with Sandra Hunter and my need to do something other than dance. But, I never suspected it to go this far. I mean. . . A poetry performance group?
I never dreamt in a million years. And, yet, here I am, having completed my very first debut performance as a Razor Babe.
We performed tonight at the Artists Union Gallery in Ventura. You could feel the damp ocean air and smell the briny tide at the door only a stone's throw from the surf. There we were, in our new Razor Babe t-shirts, with our Razor Babe Chapbook, and videographers and photographers and me!
Surreal to say the least. Of course performance in nothing new for me, but this venue, this format is very different. I am used to a world of movement, music, lighting, costumes and dance. This performance was about baring you soul as is no persona, no illusions, no tricks. Pure. Simple. Human.
Yes, we perform poems, but I learned tonight that we are more than poets, we are storytellers. There was something about our performance that made me feel connected to ancient civilizations. Just as the orators of ancient Greece and Rome told their stories, we were telling ours. Words put together to create new worlds. I felt the Razor Babes transporting the audience to and from these worlds of hopes, dreams, desires, and tragedies. Moments of hysteria, laughter, excitement and poignancy wrapped up into one amazing trip.
We were telling our stories, yes, but I couldn't help but feel we were telling everyone's story. The story of being human, one poem at a time. A kaleidoscope of images and sense memories. This ancient art of storytelling, engaging in who we are what we share, intoxicates me.
Standing at the back and looking at the group, in our matching shirts with the edgy razor blade logo, I couldn't help but think: what a motley crew we are. A mishmash of ages, races, stories, lives. But, we come together and all of that disappears as create a safe space to share our poems and stories with each other and with the world.
I am a member of a precious tribe of artists.
I am a Razor Babe.
Here is our write up in the Ventura County Star:
http://m.vcstar.com/news/2012/mar/29/razor-babes-present-an-evening-of-interactive-3/
For more on Sandra Hunter's Workshops and Razor Babe events:
http://www.sandra-hunter.com/
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