Symphonic Poem

Stop Making Sense

Hi, I have a tape I wanna play you

I’m scrunched up on the floor with David Byrne

20 inches in front of me and 41 years behind me. 

I eagerly eye my best friend next to me. 

He’s not even really a Talking Heads fan

but this specific concert ought to change his life. 

Track by track, member by member, 

the vast empty stage floods with honest-to-God jubilation. 

My hands and feet can’t help themselves, and I drag 

Ben to our new dorm dance floor. We move like water, 

vibrate on our own level of existence, 

and turn like a wheel inside a wheel. 

Hand in hand, all hips and truth and groove, 

we are translated to that magic place. 

That coked-out, energized, face-melter 

of a communal gathering, where all embarrassment 

is washed clean under the waves of expression and comradery. 

I am Tina Weymouth’s knees and Chris Franz’s sweat;

Steve Scales’ bongos and David Byrne’s wiggling, 

waggling, whirlpool arms.

It’s the same as it ever was, and even better.

5 Haiku

Wrote some haiku for my Writing Poetry class a while ago. I'm pretty fond of them, so you can read them too. They are all separate:

Gods live among us

and their celestial bodies

are the traffic lights.

You slow dance throughout

the day— jacket on and off,

caressed by the cold.

I hum to the sound

of legs grinding together 

in corduroy pants.

Taste the remnants of

your cigarette on my tongue.

“Do you have a light?”

When the heat death comes,

what’s left of humans will be

ash and nude drawings.

Fuck my stupid art major life

Ok let me set the scene. I have a cardboard sculpture due on Tuesday and I’ve barely worked on it. Tuesday comes and goes and I don’t critique so I have a chance to get it done before Thursday. Up til 3 working Tuesday night, still not close to done.

Wednesday I’m starting to feel cold symptoms. Whatever I need to get this done. Go to STU, go straight home and start working. I like to watch It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia while I work. I end up working on this sculpture from 9pm Wednesday night to 10am Thursday morning nonstop. That’s 13 hours. I watched 37 episodes of Sunny in that time. 

I’m proud of my work and do well in critique at 11:40 and some classmates even ask to take pictures with my sculpture. Excellent, I have 3 hours until my lab, I can afford to take a nap right?

Fall asleep at 2pm on Thursday, wake up around 2 pm on Friday. 24 hours of sleep. I feel ill. My cold is in full throttle. I’ve missed my lab and three classes on Friday. I feel like those stereotypical men that think they’re dying when they have a cold. It’s simply never been more over. At least my sculpture looks good.

TLDR: pulled an all nighter working on my art project with a cold, slept for 24 hours afterwards. 

Gabby Synesthesia Request

 Soul Kitchen by The DOORS looks like brown, green, and blue. All the orbs are sort of pulsating and radiating but I wasn’t about to animate all that so just imagine it.

Bobke Synesthesia Request

 I have synesthesia! I see sound as visual responses in my head. Here’s my visual response to the end of Venom: The Last Dance as requested by Ben:

Visual Response

Whimsy and Snow

 Growing up in Tennessee, I only got a few snow days a year and almost never got more than an inch. 

Because of this, I am delighted and amazed every time it snows. I knew attending UVM would mean snowy winters and cold winds and I was more than ready for it. Before leaving for college, my mom told me, “Don’t tell me every time you love the snow, tell me when you DON’T like the snow”. 

It’s been 1 1/2 Vermont winters later and I still love the snow! I’m not sorry if you guys have seen it a million times, I think it’s beautiful and magical and love to watch the snowfall. 

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