A friend of mine recently told me that movies and television were the 'pseudo arts' and that i should discuss other things. Firstly, i'd like to say, how about my posts regarding ending live export or guns in
America? However it did lead me to think about other artistic endeavours, here are some that I have tried.
First of all, this particular friend of mine and myself formed a band very
many years ago but we have never played a gig. We did record a lot of early stuff mainly on an old tape deck and he continued to record and even moved to digital recording to compact disc when that became more available. We were young and silly and it was
a time of home-made grungy expression. We were sharing a flat and living in an alternative part of town and watching lots of music videos on 'Rage' on the weekends. The band was called 'Splitting
Hormones' and our equipment consisted of a couple of old guitars and a few plastic bottles we used as drums. I think we annoyed the neighbours but then they were an odd bunch to say the least and were known to make plenty of noise themselves at times. At some
point later I even compiled the lyrics into poems and printed our own little book.
Here is an example of the poetry that was:
I don’t think so...
The hymen of society is
nobody is claiming responsibility
Everyone appears to be outspoken
Will this really bring to us relief
I don’t think so.
Noone knows for who or what we’re voting
Here we are again on our vitriolic flight
And every single one of us is hoping
We’re getting use
to each other
Standing in our light.
The hymen of society may be broken
But we cant all stand on the side line
Each and every one of us outspoken
But does this justify our thoughts
That each of us is right.
Writing poetry has been part of my life for as long as i can remember, it had been a way to express thoughts and talk about the world around me.
It really came to the fore after a trip overseas and sort of a holiday romance. I got so into writing poetry writing and editing some i had previously written that i had a couple published in anthologies by Noble House and the International Poets Library.
I even attended a Poetry Symposium in Las Vegas, Nevada and presented a poem that I wrote about the break up of said 'holiday romance'. Each presenter got a crystal carving and we went into a competition where each poet presented their poem in a room full
of people with judges looking at presentation as well as content. I didn't win but given that I almost backed out of even presenting it was a learning opportunity.
I learnt quite
a bit about poems from those 3 days of lectures and workshops which culminated in a dinner and a show. You would be surprised but there had to have been quite a few hundred people attending this symposium from all over the place, mostly from the States but
I met a couple of other Aussies there. I've never really been a reader of others poetry, there's only a few poems that i like. One of my absolute favourites is 'The Raven' by Edgar Allen Poe. I like dark poems which really set a scene and more importantly
they have to rhyme. Since the symposium in 2006 I have compiled enough poems for several books but I am never truly happy with the results. Poetry for me, comes out in waves, and the words usually come to me in one or two sittings, I am not one to go over
and over each syllable or line, for me it is about the flow.
Below is my take on 'The Raven':
An Ode to Poes Prose
(AKA - the Crow!)
Many years ago,
Wrote a man named Edgar Allan Poe!
'The Raven' was quite disturbing and dark,
Not something to be read
aloud in a park.
Oh yeah, the Raven AKA the crow,
But this big black bird ain't no foe!
He is indeed my friend,
Bringing a magical blend.
He’s black like the night,
And he’d clean my bones gleaming white.
He has that all-seeing eye,
That lets me know when
the end is nigh.
I hear his shriek,
To others, it sounds bleak!
A little like ‘Faark it’,
It tells me when one might
The crow might sit above the door,
Repeating that now infamous word “Nevermore!”
Leaves me wondering who
Lenore could've been,
And what that crow might have seen?
Although I might die on this day,
Like the character in
His poem strikes at my core,
And brings the poet in me to the fore.
Just recently, my partner and i bought some acrylic paint and a couple of small canvasses to try our hand at painting. The results were mixed, however it was only our first attempt and
we really started with no idea what we were going to paint. It whiled away a number of hours on a slow weekend and was really enjoyable. We enjoyed it so much that we bought another couple of canvasses and I have sat in front of another canvas by myself since
but nothing came to mind.
I know that when i have tried drawing or sketching in the past, i am not good at 3 dimensional pictures and my sense of scale is totally off. However i tend
to 'doodle' a lot particularly when i am bored and my drawings then are usually large vines or patterns rather than people or objects. My chosen implement of artistic expression then is the ordinary pen and my chosen medium is good old paper. I have used up
so many old writing pads and found a use for old envelopes.
I tried wood whittling a number of years ago, i just had some basic tools such as a chisel and a small pocket knife and
of course a bit of old wood. I tried to carve something but after hours of cutting my fingertips and lots of cursing and frustration I gave up in despair. I generally like the idea of working with wood but given my lack of manual skills I dismiss the idea
So, from all this i guess i'll stick with writing? Maybe my next post should be about sports.. you know i'm all about giving the public what they want. Stay tuned...