Monday, May 31, 2010
Monday Inspiration!
Acoustic music always seems more sincere to me than the overly produced pieces...Love this clean take on Taio Cruz' chart topping "Break Your Heart"...and love Susan Justice!! Plus we have the same name...:-)
Hope this inspires you to re-imaging something in your life today! Enjoy!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
The Fishies are Drowning in Oil
Like many of you, I have been sitting around absolutely helpless as a simple oil spill morphs into the largest environmental disaster this country (possibly the world) has ever seen. Honestly, there is not much to do but wait and see how quickly (if ever) they are able to stop the spillage and save the wildlife. It's a pretty bleak scene on the nightly news these days.
But, in situations like this, where there isn't a silver lining in sight, we artists must create. It is the only path to healing. Check out this awesome poem about the aftermath of the, now infamous BP spill, by Nordette Adams.
Oil
BY Nordette N. Adams
That bird don't know me.
If I met that bird
on a beach, it might christen me.
That bird might drop bombs like karma
on my head or peck my ankles with its long beak
if I cornered it, if I limited
flight.
Look at its eye!
Look at the tinge
of affliction managed.
A human closes fingers around a feathered neck,
siphons out a throat,
helping, hoping to help,
healing.
Humans.
We like making holes in the deep blue sea.
We like seeing illustrations of our compassion
in the aftermath of chaos.
We like fixing things that need to be fixed
because we like fixing problems like
our shortage of fossil
fuels.
That "bird is normally white with a yellow head"
but now it's slick. It's black,
but not cool like jazz trumpet grooves.
It's denigrated.more
Photo by Les Stone, ibrrc
But, in situations like this, where there isn't a silver lining in sight, we artists must create. It is the only path to healing. Check out this awesome poem about the aftermath of the, now infamous BP spill, by Nordette Adams.
Oil
BY Nordette N. Adams
That bird don't know me.
If I met that bird
on a beach, it might christen me.
That bird might drop bombs like karma
on my head or peck my ankles with its long beak
if I cornered it, if I limited
flight.
Look at its eye!
Look at the tinge
of affliction managed.
A human closes fingers around a feathered neck,
siphons out a throat,
helping, hoping to help,
healing.
Humans.
We like making holes in the deep blue sea.
We like seeing illustrations of our compassion
in the aftermath of chaos.
We like fixing things that need to be fixed
because we like fixing problems like
our shortage of fossil
fuels.
That "bird is normally white with a yellow head"
but now it's slick. It's black,
but not cool like jazz trumpet grooves.
It's denigrated.more
Who is Nordette Adams? - an excerpt from the Examiner
Nordette Adams, who is the New Orleans Literature Examiner and also a poet and fiction writer, rarely directs readers to her own literary works; however, given the interest she's seen recently in her poem "Oil," she makes an exception today. This disaster has endangered wetlands, marine life and other wildlife, including brown pelicans, the Louisiana state bird. Adams's poem focuses on just one bird as it examines humanity's creation of more problems while seeking to solve one.
Photo by Les Stone, ibrrc
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Pride
BY Yusef Komunyakaa
Crowned with a feathered helmet,
Not for disguise or courtship
Dance, he looks like something
Birthed by swallowing its tail,
Woven from a selfish design
& guesswork. As if masked
With a see-through caul
From breast to hipbone,
His cold breath silvers
Panes of his hilltop house
Into a double reflection.
Silhouetted almost into a woman,
He can beg forgiveness now
As he leans against a window
Overlooking Narcissus’s pond
Choked with a memory of lilies.
Yusef Komunyakaa, “Pride” from Talking Dirty To The Gods. Originally in Poetry (October 1999).
Crowned with a feathered helmet,
Not for disguise or courtship
Dance, he looks like something
Birthed by swallowing its tail,
Woven from a selfish design
& guesswork. As if masked
With a see-through caul
From breast to hipbone,
His cold breath silvers
Panes of his hilltop house
Into a double reflection.
Silhouetted almost into a woman,
He can beg forgiveness now
As he leans against a window
Overlooking Narcissus’s pond
Choked with a memory of lilies.
Yusef Komunyakaa, “Pride” from Talking Dirty To The Gods. Originally in Poetry (October 1999).
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Another Reason I Wish I Lived in NYC
My 9-5 sometimes finds me in the "city that never sleeps." Sadly, it's never when I need to be there! And Page Meets Stage is a need. NEED, I tell you!! I've posted a few poems from the monthly event here, but didn't grasp the full concept until now. Check out this totally kick A description of the event below that I lifted from the site.
Loves it!!
They have one tonight, but I won't be back in the city until June. Booo! I'll have to be more strategic about future trips. If you're in the NYC area, please check it out. I love/ hate living vicariously through others, but I will, if I must:-)
Page Meets Stage is a monthly poetry series that pairs more page-oriented, academic poets with poets who come from a more spoken-word or performative background. Both poets are on stage at the same time and read back and forth, poem for poem, sometimes answering each other and other times taking the conversation in a different direction.- Excerpt from the website
Loves it!!
They have one tonight, but I won't be back in the city until June. Booo! I'll have to be more strategic about future trips. If you're in the NYC area, please check it out. I love/ hate living vicariously through others, but I will, if I must:-)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Dropping Truth on your Dome!!
Remember the Last Booty Call on Earth?
"Even when he cannot remember his name
or even his own address,
my number clings to his mind –
distant but clear"
Yeah. That one. I've been getting a few questions on why and how that poem came to existence and thought it best to address it in the public webisphere:-) I was able to explain the poem's origin and much more to a friend a few months back and thought I might re-post my response here.
You can read the full poem after the jump.
enjoy!
sb
ps...I'm oh-so stoked that people are reading the blog and that it's making them think. ::Blessed::
The simple fact is that most women, myself included, have self esteem issues. Sometimes these are relatively small and interfere, only minimally, with our daily lives. But sometimes, our skewed sense of self is debilitating and makes us do things that our wiser selves would blush at...We go back to the men that hurt us because laying in the arms of even the wrong guy can feel like "love." We crave that false sense of uniqueness that even the wrong male attention brings...to remind us that we are not just another body roaming the planet. That, even if only for an hour or a day, we are somebody...desired and desirable.
And I say "we" because it has been me and at times still is. It's funny how, even with this sort of emotional clarity, I still fall for it. It's almost like I'm carrying my raw heart in my hands, waiting for someone to help me carry it the rest of the way...and before finding out if the guy is trustworthy or even simply worthy, I hand over my heart...all of my love...and pray that he will handle it with care. Most often, he does not. Whether it is because he cannot or chooses not to, I can never know for sure.
So there it is. It pretty much boils down to low self esteem and insecurity. On the bright side, I'm learning that the more I start believing that I deserve better, the less tolerant I become of anything less. Hence "the last booty call on earth" post. I'm also learning that I am lovely and lovable...internalizing that shit and making it my mantra...reminding myself that I was created for nothing less than true love, by a God that is so much more. -susanbaba
Monday, May 24, 2010
Monday Inspiration!
I recently started reading Julia Cameron's the Artist's Way and, among other things, she really stresses the importance of indulging your inner creative. The workbook asks that you do these "artist dates" once a week where you do something fun and random...but also recommends that you begin to surround yourself with things that stimulate and inspire you on a daily basis. So, I've decided to add a regular feature on the blog called MyInspration!! It will highlight sights, sounds, videos, etc. that truly stimulate the senses and give my creative brain a kick in the pants.
yipeeeeeeeeeee!!
First stop - AdoreDAILY
Random. Colorful. Thoughtful. Inspirational.
Enjoy:-)
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Love is Like Sunshine
The first CD that I have ever purchased twice is the Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. Seriously, that CD is the truth...and, when I discovered that it was missing for good, I marched my little hiney to the store to correct the matter. That has been the only CD that has so moved me that I couldn't tolerate its absence, even for a day. That was nearly 6 years ago.
Now, the same feeling has waved over me again. I accidentally loaned out my new Andrea Gibson Yellowbird album to a boy I no longer see. Rookie Move!! (as my bf likes to say...haha)
Anyway...after kicking myself for forgetting to burn it to my computer, I decided to suck it up and order a new one. This chick is just that goooooood!!! Thanks to the beautiful people at CDBaby, I was able to download this mug instantly. Gotta love technology:)
And, since I'm in an Andrea mood, check out this beautiful piece below. It's from her 2006 CD When the Bough Breaks.
I would kiss you in the middle of the ocean
During a lightening storm
Because I would rather be left for dead
Than left wondering what thunder sounds like
I'm not looking for someone who can save me
Life rafts might keep you afloat
But they rarely get you anywhere
And I've got places I want to go
....
Love is like sunshine
Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there
I wanna know that I'm here
::sigh:: Simply beautiful!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
If You Can't Beat 'em, Prose 'em
Cincinnati is the absolute worst place for people with allergies. The city is situated in a deep valley, surrounded by hills on one side and the muddy Ohio River on the other side. The springs are rainy and full of pollen. Mix it all together and the city turns into a deep stew of sinus oppression. It's torture. Torture I tell you!! But, instead of crying all spring long, I've decided to celebrate the unavoidable:-)
Thanks to our 15th Poet Laureate Charles Simic for adding a bit of peotic flare to my view of these antagonists of allergy season...Enjoy an ode to Dandilions!
Dandelions
BY Charles Simic
We were fabulously lucky.
We became dandelions.
Before we were even born
We kept wishing to be dandelions.
Next we found ourselves traveling
Out of the great unknown.
We rode down in a train
Sixteen coaches long,
We sat prim and proper In our golden yellow dresses.
Others came as black widows,
Little monkeys, and red birds,
And of course many ants,
Snuggled together and looking glum.
Thanks to our 15th Poet Laureate Charles Simic for adding a bit of peotic flare to my view of these antagonists of allergy season...Enjoy an ode to Dandilions!
Dandelions
BY Charles Simic
We were fabulously lucky.
We became dandelions.
Before we were even born
We kept wishing to be dandelions.
Next we found ourselves traveling
Out of the great unknown.
We rode down in a train
Sixteen coaches long,
We sat prim and proper In our golden yellow dresses.
Others came as black widows,
Little monkeys, and red birds,
And of course many ants,
Snuggled together and looking glum.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Television is a Drug
My oh my! I generally watch very little tv...not because I'm one of those bourgeois intellectuals who pretends not to like it. No. I honestly don't have the time. My extracurriculars keep me more than occupied. If I'm lucky, I'll catch a quick clip of American Idol or Bridezilla, but those times are few and far between.
After watching "Television," though, I think I'm better off without it. Sheesh!! you have to watch the video below to understand what I mean. This visual interpretation of Todd Alcott's poem is positively brilliant!
Thanks to Brad for getting me hip to this great vid.
enjoy!
After watching "Television," though, I think I'm better off without it. Sheesh!! you have to watch the video below to understand what I mean. This visual interpretation of Todd Alcott's poem is positively brilliant!
Thanks to Brad for getting me hip to this great vid.
enjoy!
Television is a drug. from Beth Fulton on Vimeo.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
DON'T Freak Out! You're at the Right Place:-)
Hello lovelies. As you've probably noticed, the Evolution of Paper has a bit of a new look :-) I just got tired of looking at this old mug and needed to shake things up a bit. Me likes!! It's bright, colorful, and just the pick-me-up I needed to hop right into spring. What do you think?
On a separate, but related note, I'm also committing to posting at least one piece that I have written every week. eeek!! That means you all have to return the love and share your comments. Deal? Deal!!
Have a happy and blessed weekend!!
sb
On a separate, but related note, I'm also committing to posting at least one piece that I have written every week. eeek!! That means you all have to return the love and share your comments. Deal? Deal!!
Have a happy and blessed weekend!!
sb
Thursday, May 13, 2010
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
I accidentally forgot to wear makeup to work yesterday and instead of royally freaking out, I just shrugged my shoulders and said "oh well. I'm still sexy:-)" If this would have been two years ago...omg! I probably would have driven right home for my makeup bag. This is not to say that I don't care about my appearance, but that my self worth and confidence doesn't lie solely in the external anymore.
Self esteem used to be this soft and elusive thing, that I could never fully grasp, and my days were literally filled with "if only's." If only I were skinnier, taller, smarter, nicer, lighter-skinned, more reserved, more outgoing. The list went on and oooooooon. But, with every year, I care less about who I am to the world and find my identity more firmly staked in who I am to God. Yes!
“See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands” - Isaiah 49:16
Now, that's some heart-warming truth! For once, I'm starting to love myself and believe that I am truly worthy of love. It's a strange, new feeling, but I think that I wear it well:-)
Anyway, this beautiful piece below captures my sentiments exactly...
Enjoy, sweetie pies! And remember, love begins with you.
Love After Love
BY Dereck Walcott
The time will come, when with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome
and say, sit here.
Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine.
Give bread.
Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you.
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Writing Prompt from Rachel
I've been trying to be more disciplined in my writing, so I was more than eleated when I found Rachel Mckibbens' latest writing prompt!! You all know how much I ::heart:: this chica.
I'll try this out this week and let you know how it goes....eeek!
I'll try this out this week and let you know how it goes....eeek!
Writing Exercise #21
Ingredients:
1. Three "famous" physical characteristics of yours.
2. Describe the weather (past or present) inside your heart, using all five senses.
3. One place that is, for you, the epitome of "peace and quiet"
Monday, May 10, 2010
Remembering Lena Horne
“My identity is very clear to me now. I am a black woman. I’m free. I no longer have to be a ‘credit.’ I don’t have to be a symbol to anybody; I don’t have to be a first to anybody. I don’t have to be an imitation of a white woman that Hollywood sort of hoped I’d become. I’m me, and I’m like nobody else.”
- Ms. Lena Horne at age 80
Check out CNN's Photo essay Remembering Lena Horne. The legacy of this lovely and dynamic singer and civil rights leader will not be quickly forgotten.
RIP Sweet Songbird!
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Newsprint,
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
Quote of the WEEK
"Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it."
-Helen Keller
-Helen Keller
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Alice Walker's Latest - "The World Has Changed"
Alice Walker, the prodigious author that blessed the world with the Pulitzer prize winning book The Color Purple and many others is at it again. This time with her new work The World Has Changed: Conversations with Alice Walker. Love this woman! Adding this to my Amazon gift list as we speak. If you love me...:-)
Excerpt from The New Press
Excerpt from The New Press
Alice Walker’s career has spanned four decades, from critically acclaimed novelist and Pulitzer Prize–winning author of The Color Purple, to influential essayist, poet, activist, spiritual mentor, and popular blogger.
In The World Has Changed: Conversations with Alice Walker, the unique vision underpinning Walker’s extraordinary body of work is explored in a series of conversations between Walker and other significant literary and cultural figures, including Gloria Steinem, Howard Zinn, Pema Chodron, Claudia Tate, Margo Jefferson, William Ferris, Paula Giddings, and Amy Goodman.
Each conversation represents a different stage in Walker’s artistic and spiritual development; taken together, they offer an unprecedented angle of vision on her career as well as on her personal and political development. Noted literary scholar Rudolph Byrd sets Walker’s work into context with an introductory essay, as well as with a comprehensive annotated bibliography of her writings. The World Has Changed is a major new addition to the Walker canon and an accessible and comprehensive introduction to the life and writings of “a muse for our times” (Amy Goodman, Democracy Now!).
Sunday, May 2, 2010
The Blackest White Man in Poetry
While perusing the Google-space today, I stumbled upon The Root's List of "The Blackest White Folks We Know." Most of the list was hilarity and rediculosity, but I couldn't argue with this one -
Brooklyn born poet/playwright/actor Danny Hoch deserves inclusion here for his entire body of urban, urbane and fiery work. But all of his credentials can be boiled down to just one line from his poem, "PSA": "This is a public service announcement: This is Whitey, and I'm tellin' you, 'Yes, it's a conspiracy, motherfucker!'"
The Root knows whats up:-) Check out Hoch's dope poem below. Beware...there are some naughty words.
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