Musings, Poet Among Other Things

Love and Freedom

I wrote this months ago, but given the national legalisation of same-sex marriage, it seems apropos to share now. I’m learning that, as a creative person, sometimes you make something, and you love it and are satisfied with it, but just can’t share it. It’s not that it isn’t ready, but that the environment isn’t ready. And that’s ok. It doesn’t mean that the art isn’t good, it just means that the time isn’t right.

Love?

What do you know of love?

You claim it as your Cornerstone

But have you looked at your foundation?

How can you claim to know loverainbowconverseverticle

When you spew death and hell?

All I have to do is say Yes

If you say No I am condemned

You say it is my actions, not me

But you do not see

My actions are part of who I am

My person caused my actions

 

You say you know love

You say what I know isn’t love

How can you tell me what love is?

Describe it to me

How can you know that isn’t what I feel?

You see an outer image

How can you look at one

And say, that is love?

But look at me and condemn

 

You say you know love

Are you patient, kind, just?

You want hard answers

I must define myself for eternity

Do you boast?

Is not your claim boastful?

To know the only love

Your list of perceived wrongs

It chokes the Life from me

 

You claim to see love

But your robe covers your eyes

Your tassels choke your words

You have cut off your own wings

 

And you claim to know love

Worse still

You claim Love has done this

That love left you torn

Beaten and bruised

 

You say you are not weighed down

That you are now made free

But how free is it to struggle?

To act without thought

To ride the wind

To speak the Voice of Ages

To love as seems fit

This is Freedom

Books and Movies, Musings

Own Your Art

When I was about 6 I was in a community production of Annie. I tried out for a lead part, but since I couldn’t read, I was cast as an orphan.

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You know how when you are an extra, you are kind of supposed to blend in? I’m guessing I didn’t do this very well, because they gave me this award.

 Later I was more literate and got a lead part in the Operation Christmas Child drama. I was a girl playing a part written for a boy. I guess I’ve never been very good at blending in.

For the past few months, I’ve been slightly preoccupied with the idea of getting back into theatre. I’ve been watching videos about acting and how to pick good audition material. I was practicing singing, until my allergies  made even my speaking voice pretty rough.

When I was trying to sing (trying, I’m not particularly great yet), I heard myself saying something: “No, don’t do that, you can’t sing ‘Stay Awake’ right. You really aren’t going to be able to hit that note like So-n-so, even with hours of practice.” This made me mad. Come on, Annie. For one thing, if you say you can’t, you won’t even try very hard. For another, you don’t need to sing it like someone else, you need to sing like Annie.

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As much as I stick out of a crowd, I still try to look like someone else. I love Madeleine L’Engle’s stories. I could never write like that. I love how a certain artist sketches dancers, but I’m rubbish with a pencil. When I crochet, I can’t follow a pattern to save my life. My cosplay of Snow White doesn’t really look exactly the Huntress.

But you know what? That’s ok. My stories are what they are, and I love my characters. I can’t really draw, but I can paint a word picture of anything I wish. I make my own crochet patterns. Yeah, my costume isn’t exactly Snow White, but it’s awesome, so I’m making my own character.

If people wanted the original, they would stick with the original. The world doesn’t need copies, it needs manuscripts. Be your own character.