#poemsongs

[blogdemocratesjr]

In these tangled times, we need the words of the poets, the singers, the prophets to move in the direction of vision and truth, away from repression and repressive acts that undermine the collective human spirit, away from the false stories that support the destruction of earth, the undermining of female power which in a healthy society stands hand in hand with male power.

Joy Harjo, “A Holographic Poemsong”: Joy Harjo on Bob Dylan’s “Tangled Up in Blue”

[witch-of-time-and-letters]

POESÍA DE CANCIONES EN INGLÉS “THEY FUCK ME THEN BECOME “GENIUS”! BUT NOBODY SAID ME OR HELP ME TO JOIN.

OVerture: someone remember 22th december,

Is there anybody going to listen to my story is all about the girl who came to stay?

She's the kind of girl You want say much, it makes you sorry Still you don't regret a single day

                                 Part. I[PAST ERASED]

I was the foolest timid boy, i just tried to arrive to a new place where i could found everything what i needed years ago, im not their nigga girl turns to White, the sacrifice to all Aliens Gods NO i just a trans girl who survive against everything fighthing with my brain and guts for dignity.

I grew up in a small town and when the rain would fall down, I'd just stare out my window dreaming of what could be and if I'd end up happy. Trying hard to reach out but when I tried to speak out always felt like no one could hear me tried to wanted to belong here

But something felt so wrong here So I breakaway

I'll spread my wings, and I'll learn how to fly I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky and I'll make a wish take a chance, make a change and breakaway, out of the darkness and into the sun

BUT, Hey Dellilah!

Don't want to be an American Idiot,, welcome to a new kind of tension, all across the alienation.

I don't need premition, make my own decisions, why can't I live my life.

Do ya think? Do ya think? Do ya think? And there's nothing wrong with me.

                               Part. II-CITIE OF DAMNED SOULS-

What an amazing time, what a family, how did the years go by? Now it's only me

They say I'm crazy I really don't care That's my prerogative, They say I'm nasty but I don't give a damn, everybody's talking all this stuff about me, Why don't they just let me live?

Another day, another tale of rape and another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate. I’m not the only one who finds it hard to understand, I’m not afraid of God

¡I am afraid of injustice!.

Your misery and hate will kill us all .Do you fight it to the end

                                     (Singing to my killers)

Everyone is so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites

Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave

Im forgotten they will sacrifice me for the Jesus of your luxurya

Underneath it all they’re just savages in everyone hidden behind shirts, ties and marriages. How could we expect anything at all? We’re just animals still learning how to crawl.

That disease's growing, it's an epidemic I'm scared that there ain't a cure meanwhile the world believes it and I'm going crazy, I cannot take any more.

My memory will carry on and on i carry through the fears

Do or die

Wont explain or say i'm sorry

They´re from a whole  becoming from another world that different dimensión.

Cause my cHips dont lie.

Tell me what’s wrong with society

Is everybody going crazy? Is anybody gonna sell my house?  Can anybody tell me what’s going on?

Tell me what’s going on cause If you open your eyes  You’ll see that something is wrong.

                                      Part. III: SUICIDAL ACTS.

I.                    PILLS

Me and my head high and my tears dry my odds are stacked

Why am I doing this to myself? Losing my  in don a tiny error

Don’t lose who you are, in the blur of the stars! Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,

¡Im not their Twisted Trans(gender)istor!

II.                  BLOOD

But since you been gone I can breathe for the first time

I’m so moving on yeah yeah Thanks to you, now I get what I want

III.                WATER

I'll go back to black, we only said (nothing) with words I died a hundred times

Im not your Everybody's fool, I just wanna live and i don't really care about the things that they say i don't really care about what happens to me

IV.                THE SILENCE

IM NOT Jesus of (your Luxurya) Suburbia, I come alone and alone Ill die

°°°

                                      Part. IV TO FAKING LOVERS.

He (or She), you’re an alien,

if you loved me, you would be here with me

and I'm sick of the lies, and you're too late.

So don’t bother, me I won’t die of depression, I promise myself  won’t ever see me cry

Don’t feel pitty but he’s waiting the ring you gave to his will lose its shine

So don’t bother, be unkind

                                       Part: V. UNHOLY PRAYERS

I

All my life I've been so lonely

All in the name of my goals

Still, you'd like to think you know me.

II

In the religion of the insecure I must be myself, respect my youth.

III

¡No, not gonna die tonight Ive gotta stand and fight forever!

IV

I'm not ashamed, I'm gonna show my scars,

V

How long must I wait? 'Till you learn that it's too late

How long must I cry?'Till you know that i really tried

How long must I try?'Till you learn that my dreaming's hard

How long must you dream?'Till you heal my bleeding soul

Never mind my bleeding soul

VI

Cause London calling, London calling, London is calling with his bridge broken by that fallen pedestal.

VII

And no matter how hard you try

I'll always belong in the sky.

                        Part: VI AGAINST manly GIRLS VS  girly BOYS

¡Im not pretty boy im just a girl not a héroe!

Sometimes I get the feeling she's watching over me. through it all, the rise and fall, the bodies in the streets.

¡Hey you, hey you, devil's little sister!

I don’t mind, let you down easy but just give me time If it don’t hurt now but just wait, just wait a while. Ain't it fun? Living in the real world. Ai'’t it good? Doing all alone

Ain’t it good to be on your own? Ain’t it fun you can't count on no one? Ain’t it good to be on your own? Ain’t it fun you can count on no one? Ain’t it fun? You see it’s easy to ignore trouble when you’re living in your bubble

Chanel this, Chanel that, Chanal that shit hell yeah

(This is how they do)

Santa Marmota, chique, at La Super Rica Mamazota, stealing tacos, checking out jotties since now they talking astrology, getting their nails did, all Japanese-y this goes out to all you people going to bed with a ten and waking up with a zero.

                                   GIRLY IN VISION:

They so gay and they don't even like boys with their itsy bitsy doggies and their teeny-weeny feets

You're so sad maybe you should buy a happy meal You're so skinny you should super size the deal

Secretly you're so amused That nobody understands you

¡Like it or not, even though she´s a lot like me!

                               MANLY IN VISION:

Maybe if I act like that, that guy will call me back what happened to the dreams of a girl president?

Where, oh where, have the smart people gone? Oh where, oh where could they be?

They travel in packs of two or three, stupid girls, Push up my bra like that, ¡I don't wanna be a stupid girl!

                           SEXUS CONVEXUS MEXICANUS.

Pretty will you fuck me girl, silly I'm so lucky boy, Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid faggot!

Pretty would you fuck me boy, silly I'm so lucky girl, Pull my head and suck it girl, stupid lesbian!

¡So fix your eyes and get up! Yes, No's, egos, fake shows

Couldn't take the blame, they are sick with shame must be exhausting to lose your own game selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded

I'm so glad that I'll never fit in, that will never be me

And after all I’m glad that I’m not their type

       Part. VII GNOME KINGSLANDING VS ARROGANTS TALLEST IVARIES.

The knife wants to slit me

You had to have it all, Well have you had enough? You greedy little bastard, You will get what you deserve. When all is said and done, I will be the one to leave you in the misery and hate what you've become. You think you've won this fight, you've only lost your mind.

When you're gone we want you all to know, I'll carry on and in my heart I cant contain it

¡Land of make believe That don't believe in me, Land of make believe that I don't believe in me and I don't care!

It's me versus everyone else

                                   Part. VIII: CRYING IN THEIR HATE ABYSS.

Sometimes I cry so hard from pleading so sick and tired of all the needless beating. Oh Mother, I can feel the soil falling over my head.

My prerogative: ¡Cause im born this way and im my hair!

How could I have burned Paradise how could I, my dreams were never mine?

I don't love you like I did Yesterday

[coldfeetclub]

(via https://open.spotify.com/track/44yrplcu3ACsG0nDZFyWzK?si=aE_1YqI_SkS2AYkYJyA4Iw)

This band is so lyrically magical. it upsets me that i can only find two songs of theirs on the internet :[

[massyworld]

[natashakudashkina]

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“Face of Change” full song on SoundCloud @ Natashski: https://soundcloud.com/kudashkina/face-of-change-music-nk Music by: @fantasyclinic Poetry: NK #poem #song #poemsong #faceofchange #blessing #gift #peaceful #creative #rhymes #positivity #youhaveachoice #seelight #keepgoing #dontgiveup #yougotthis #music #fantasyclinic #toronto #canada #artist #poet #kudashkina #nkudashkina #natashski #natashadesign #kudashkanizm https://www.instagram.com/p/B-SLE2lADaV/?igshid=195692oukt25w

[cpatriciaisabeld]

Singing in SJA

It isn’t throwback thursday but everyday can be a throwback day!

Since third grade up to present (well except for my fourth grade), I am fond of joining clubs that enhances my skill in music. Thanks to Angelic Chimes Club, Glee Club, and Performing Arts Club for molding my talent and bringing out the best in me. Thank you to my beloved moderators who served as a motivator and inspiration to me in pursuing my love for music. In today’s blog, I would like to share my experiences about my journey in achieving and claiming my own self.

As said on my first blog, I started singing when I was 2 and a half years old. Despite this, I am a shy kid with a low self-esteem that serves as a constant barrier for me in sharing my God given talent. Through the years, I pushed myself little by little to conquer my fears and get out of my comfort zone. It doesn’t matter if people dislike you or what you do, what matters is that you got yourself and believe in your full potential. Back then and until now, my parents believed in my talent in singing so much more than I do. Maybe because I am confined with the idea that there are other better voices who deserves to be heard than mine. There was this opportunity to join a singing competition when I was in ninth grade, which I turned down because of the fear of not being good enough. Up until today, I still regret saying no to that opportunity. More than singing on stage, more than winning that contest, I regret saying no because I am trapping myself to my own cage without trying to get out and learn more about my capabilities and potentials. I promised myself to never turn down an opportunity again because I believe that every opportunity serves as an open door in order to grow as an individual.

I will now start sharing my singing journey at school. The first time I sang on stage during high school was October 5, 2015 in commemoration of the World Teacher’s Day. It was a duet of the song, “Pangako Sayo” with Psalms Enguero. Unfortunately, I don’t have a photo to show for that event because I don’t even have one.

Next, during our Buwan ng Wika 2016, there was a competition per section that should involve writing lyrics regarding nationalism and performing it on stage. As seen in the picture below, that was me years ago wearing a blue dress, performing with my classmates. I cannot remember the title of the song but can perfectly remember the lyrics and its tune. The chorus part goes like this:

“Puwede bang malaman kung ano ang ‘yong nasa isipan?

Nalilito, naguguluhan.

Paano ba maging makabayan?”

Third, I was given an amazing opportunity to sing last September 14, 2016 for the Lord. It was a responsorial psalm and I remembered how shaky I am because it was my first time. Also, I want it to be perfect as possible since the Lord is my main audience. I don’t have a photo of it also, but the psalm goes like this:

“Do not forget the works of the Lord.”

Fourth, I was given another opportunity to sing for the World Teacher’s Day again! It is my delight and pleasure to sing for my beloved teachers who contribute their time and effort to share their knowledge to their students. We sang “Salamat” and “Tuloy Pa Rin” with my dearest batchmates.

On the same day, I performed with the glee club. Unfortunately, I can’t remember the song we sang that time but I’m pretty sure that it was heart warming for our audiences especially for our teachers.

Next on my list, was last year’s Nutrition Month wherein the school held a song and dance interpretation competition. I was the one who wrote the song together with Robert San Pedro who have written the rap part of the song. I am the lead singer and in-charge of the other singers as well. Unfortunately, we didn’t entered the top three and was ranked fourth among eight competitors. It wasn’t a bad fight though.

 Next, I sang again on the World Teacher’s Day event with my girls. We sang, “Little Things” by One Direction. It was my third time singing for teacher’s day. Sorry for the low quality photo but at the very least, our performance was high quality. Kinda I guess.

Lastly, I was told to sing the Philippine National Anthem for our promenade which is a first for me.

That’s all for my singing experiences during high school inside the institution. What’s up for me this year? That’s for me to find out.

[alone-rahul-goswami-universe]

Yes,,, Bhai tumhara worrior hain.🦁 Remix theft of Ruthy 🤫🤫🤫🤫 ..... ... .. . #mensutra#menkibaat#me#men#motivationalquotes#poem#poet#poetry#poetrycommunity#poems#poemsong#heartbroken#heartbreakquotes#alonequotes#ruthy #writing #perception #peace #warriors #rebel #rebelarmy #rebelution #morning #morningsong #pen #india #indianculture #yesiwillmarryyou #i #friends #relationship......#follow @ig__rebel https://www.instagram.com/p/B0rVLTTHF_-/?igshid=w4e1lzldt044

[lezbohemia]

STARS&STRIPES.. Written Nov.1,2016-Apr.2017 A poem/song posted in 8 pieces to fit on #instagram #poem #poetry#poemsong #songpoem #politicalpoetry #politicalpoem #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poet#rebelpoets #epicpoem #epicpoetry #starsandstripes #poems#longpoem #longpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpTb5V7Atdl/?igshid=1xq4utrjphh9h

[lord-of-chaos-302]

Poem 11 -lost soul -

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I’m but a lonely soul … Rooming in this earth… Waiting to be free from … These human clutches … Do you want me ?! Did you even care about me ?! I’m going … Even if you said no… Cause it’s to late … For I died a lot .. ——————————- (Done by lord of chaos) (don’t take without permission ) ——————————-

[caulfieldian]

Masterlist

Adalena: starsoflena

Addison: addisoncoury

Agnes: agnesgracecook

Alex: museofalex

Alis: alisavris

Amadeo: amadeovasquez

Amber: oftheamb

Amiel: amielcb

Andy: andyswanns

Angel: angelmarinos

Antonia: antoniaambrosias

Ares: aresbelrose

Ari: aricontes

Arsenio: arsoniists

April: aprilfarrow

Audrey: audreykings

Axie: glassofaxie

Aya: eyeuhhs

Bailey A.: baileyaster

Bailey R.: baileyrugova

Bianca: biancarossis

Brett: brettberlin

Brie: briebradshaw

Casey: caseylazarus

Cass: anachronisticum

Cassia: cinnamoncassia

Chaz: chazkels

Chita: chitachavez

Christian: christiantate

Clark: clarkontherhode

Clio: cliobelrose

Dagny: rosesdedeuil

Dom: thedomisgreener

Eden: moonsofeden

Electra: argoselectra

Eli: elijahwus

Ellie: peanutsforellie

Emilia: rosariemilia

Emmy: emmyvennett

Evi: venatios

Ferdinand: ferdichavez

Florian: florianarcenaux

Gaelle: gaellelaurent

Gemma: gemmafarrow

Gen: gennikov

Grazia: graziacastiglione

Hades: ohliourd

Haley: haleyfarrow

Harper: harpsiichord

Hayden: prozdrljiv

Hayri: hayriburak

Holly: hollykruger

Hyacinth: hyanguyen

Ione: ionelazarus

Imani: imanijordan

Isak: theisakjones

Indiya: indiyazz

Kalani: kalanisisland

Katrina: katnixx

Kendall: kendalliish

Kira: kiiralys

Jack: jackreinharts

Jael: jaels

Jasper: jasrozinsky

Joss; lightofjoss

Jin: jiinsengs

Jino: puercasia

Julian: juliandolinsek

Lennon: lennonrotham

Lennox: lennoxmara

Levin: levinjager

Lex: lexriemenschneider

Liv: oliviabelrose

Lucy: lucyetvino

Macky: mackyvennett

Marciana: chicasabstracta

Marina: saintmarinas

Marlow: miesiacs

Mary Kate: tinytortfeasor

Mason: leatherandmace

Mia: flowersformias

Misha: mishamikhailkov

Morgan: thepriceofmorgan

Naf: nafalti

Noen: noenesque

Nicky: nickyrosaj

Nolan: nolansawyer

Odessa: odessacole

Odetta: odettasu

Omari: mrgrandmajeans

Orin: ororins

Oskar: oskarhaley

Pat: unholypatrimony

Pierce: pierceelliotts

Phoebe: phoebefawkes

Poe: poemsong

Portia: portiatalbot

Porter: oreandas

Rafael G.: rafaelgibbs

Rafael R.: rafaelriveraa

Raleigh: raleighreiner

Reynaud: reynaudcormier

Richie: saintsavages

Riley: floristriies

Rio: itsamiorio

Rome: wherewerome

Rooney: rooneyarato

Rosalie: rosaliesgardens

Rosario: rosariobrown

Rowan: rowanrays

Rue: ruehleia

Ryland: rylandflowers

Salem: salemswitchcrafts

Samir: hosamirs

Sergio: sergiomercados

Shu: shumatsumoto

Sinclair: sinclairsaintjohn

Sofie: sofiewang

Souter: souterbrennantaylor

Stellan: stellansjoberg

Sullivan: sullibradshaw

Sydney: sydneyfoxes

Thais: solthais

Theo: thiyves

Tiara: tiaraprice

Toby: thneier

Trey: treyvonrhodes

Valeri: valiosava

Venom: venominjections

Vivian: vivianjeongs

Whitney: whitneyrens

Wilson: wilsreid

Worthington: worthingtonthethird

Wren: littlewrenns

Xavier: xavierbrandt

Yuri: yurirozsky

Zach: zachlefevre

Zeno: housegreycat

[sokokoko]

So I found an old piece of paper stained with tea(?) that had 3 short poemsong things I wrote on it when I was younger (that's how u know it's a disaster waiting to happen).

If I'm gonna be frank, they are pretty goddamn awful and the paper looks horrid.

So here they are! Don't let the cringe get to u!

NUMBER 1

I thought you would be different

I thought you'd tell the truth

You said that I was different

But was I just a fluke?

My heart belonged to you but,

They said your lies were true

The only thing I know from you is

LIES, LIES, LIES.

The only thing I hear from you is

LIES, LIES, LIES.

The only thing I have from you is

LIES, LIES, LIES.

The only thing I see in you is

LIES, LIES, LIES.

You never told a different lie

THEY'RE ALL THE SAME

The only thing I willingly gave to you was

6 YEARS IN JAIL

Number 2

Of course it would be barren

Of course it would be bare

There's nothing for me here

And there's nothing for me there

I lead a lonely life

Full of sadness, grief and strife

[PRESUMABLY UNFINISHED]

Number 3

The apocalypse, a place of sorrow, grief and strife

You're still alive, I don't why...

Wouldn't it be better if you just die?

Just think of all that you could be

You'd make a bea-ti-ful zombie.

[person 1 (male⬆️)

[person 2 (female⬇️)]

Oh! Oh! Oh! I just don't kn-o-ow~!

Maybe what you say is true

But that is something I just cannot do.

A dangerous life, I le-e-ad~!

But my thrusty knife is all I ne-e-d~!

[tongue out winky face]

I don't even have any commentary for this. The "6 years in jail" paragraph in the first one seemingly gave up flowing or rhyming — it literally hurts so much.

Also, I just wanna point out that I clearly didn't know how to spell "trusty" way back when & mistook it for "thrusty". Which is not a word. The only thing that could possibly salvage it from sussyness is the meaning of the word "thrust" could be a pun? My "thrusty knife" that I thrust into people

ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ (;﹏;) ha ( ͒ ඉ .̫ ඉ ͒) stfu (;﹏;) ᕕ( ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ)ᕗ

[creativityexplored]

Poetry Workshop with Leticia Hernández-Linares ~ Taller de Poesía con Leticia Hernández-Linares

During two warm August days, Ana Teresa Fernández and poet Leticia Hernández-Linares collaborated in leading multidisciplinary workshops with CE artists. Ana Teresa led artists in making molas, traditional Panamanian textiles with animals figures depicted on them. CE artists created their own molas by drawing on felt with markers. After drawing for a while, Leticia guided artists in a poetry workshop. Since artmaking at Creativity Explored focuses primarily on visual art, many artists leapt at the opportunity to try out a new medium. 

A poet, spoken word artist, and educator based in San Francisco’s Mission District, Leticia developed a workshop to make poetry accessible and engaging for CE artists. Equipped with giant Post-It papers on the walls, markers, Lotería cards, and her own voice, Leticia inspired CE artists to get creative with their words. 

Before beginning the workshop, Leticia performed a couple of her own “poemsongs” from her book Mucha Muchacha for the entire studio, which involved elements of song, instruments, and choruses of call-and-response. Once artists were in the expressive spirit, groups of artists joined her to write their own poetry. Ricardo Estella, who frequently narrates his artmaking aloud in the studio, said he “always wanted to do something like this.” Ricardo participated in the first group, which was conducted in both Spanish and English. 

By using different poetic techniques, Leticia guided the groups in thinking of colors, animals, places and people they felt connected to. Inspired by the Lotería cards and their molas created with Ana Teresa, artists began writing lines of poetry: “Black panther in the blue trees, the white monkey hangs over the rainbow.” The first poem of the day at CE1 read: 

Bidi Bidi Bom Bom

Butterflies fly flower to flower Mariposas vuelan de flor a flor

Smelling flowers Oliendo flores

Black+ white wings Smelling flowers Oliendo las flores

At CE2, our Potrero Hill studio where another group of artists work, a group of 6 artists participated in the workshop. This group enjoyed embodying the sounds of words; many poems had an element of “sass,” and particularly sassy words were often accompanied by gestures like a hand on the hip, or two hands in the air. CE artist Ada Chow enjoyed showing off her sassiest poses as Leticia recited the poems. Even Kaocrew “Yah” Kakabutra, one of CE's resident abstract expressionist painters who is also nonverbal, participated in the workshop by pointing to colors and listening to poems being recited aloud, laughing at the theatrical movements. 

Poem topics ranged from fruits, to whales, to societal issues. After writing the poems as a group, Leticia would read the poems aloud, encouraging artists to repeat after speaking each line.

Leticia spent some time with Kevin Roach, who asked her if poems could be revolutionary. “Absolutely,” she said. Together, they created a poem about violence, discrimination, history and compassion based on Kevin’s experiences growing up in San Francisco.

When I was growing up there was Martin Luther King Violence against people of color of course People were getting shot who spoke up for the right cause Even though, San Francisco was still more calm you could go anywhere Today, I want to go to Washington D.C. chain myself up, when are you gonna wake up? Rough neighborhoods can be rough, but violence can be anywhere Madness happens It isn’t one neighborhood, 6th street, the projects, people can be nice as can be You just have to be street smart in every culture

The poems written during the workshop will be transcribed and added to the digital media library to be used in the final installations. Stay tuned to see how all the artistic elements produced in these workshops weave together to tell the stories of CE artists!

This project is generously funded by Kenneth Rainin Foundation, National Endowment for the Arts, and California Arts Council.

Scroll down for photos!

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Durante estos dos últimos cálidos días de agosto, Ana Teresa Fernández en colaboración con la poeta Leticia Hernández-Linares, impartieron unos talleres multidisciplinarias con artistas de CE. Ana Teresa invitó a los artistas a hacer molas, textiles tradicionales panameños con representaciones de animales. Los artistas de CE crearon sus propias molas dibujando en fieltro con marcadores. Después de dibujar por un tiempo, Leticia guió a los artistas en un taller de poesía. Ya que el arte en Creativity Explored se enfoca principalmente en artes visuales, muchos artistas aprovecharon la oportunidad para probar un nuevo medio. 

Poeta, artista de la palabra hablada y educadora, basada en el Distrito de la Misión de San Francisco, Leticia desarrolló un taller para hacer la poesía accesible y atractiva a los artistas de CE. Equipada con papeles gigantes de “Post-It” en las paredes, marcadores, tarjetas de Lotería, y su propia voz, Leticia inspiró a los artistas a ser creativos con sus palabras. 

Antes de empezar el taller, Leticia representó para todo el estudio unos de sus “cantapoemas” de su libro Mucha Muchacha. Estos cantapoemas estaban formados por canciones, instrumentos musicales, y coros de llamada y respuesta. Una vez que los artistas estaban en modo expresivo, un grupo de artistas se juntó con ella para escribir sus propios poemas. 

Ricardo Estella, quien frecuentemente narra su proceso creativo en voz alta en el estudio, dijo que “siempre había querido hacer algo como esto.” Ricardo participó en el primer grupo, que Leticia condujo en español y ingles.

Usando diferentes técnicas poéticas, Leticia guío a los grupos a pensar en colores, animales, lugares y personas con las que sintieran una conexión. Inspirados por las tarjetas de Lotería y sus molas creadas anteriormente con Ana Teresa, los artistas empezaron a escribir líneas de poesía: “Pantera negra en los árboles azules, los monos blancos cuelgan del arco iris.” El primer poema del día en CE1 se leyó así:

Bidi Bidi Bom Bom

Butterflies fly flower to flower Mariposas vuelan de flor a flor

Smelling flowers Oliendo flores

Black and white wings Alas blancas y negras Smelling flowers Oliendo las flores

En CE2, nuestro estudio en Potrero Hill, otro grupo de seis artistas participó en el taller. A este grupo les gustó personificar los sonidos de las palabras; muchos poemas eran un poco atrevidos, y las palabras más descaradas eran acompañadas por movimientos corporales, como una mano en la cintura o los dos manos en el aire. La artista Ada Chow disfrutó demostrando su postura más atrevida mientras Leticia recitaba los poemas. Incluso Kaocrew “Yah” Kakabutra, una de las artistas expresionistas abstractos residente en CE que es no verbal participó en el taller, apuntando a colores y escuchando los poemas recitados por otros compañeros, y riéndose de los dramáticos movimientos de los demás.

Los temas de los poemas variaron desde frutas, a ballenas, o cuestiones sociales. Después de escribir los poemas en grupo, Leticia leyó los poemas en voz alta, alentando a los artistas a repetirlos después de cada línea.

Leticia pasó algún tiempo con Kevin Roach, que le preguntó si los poemas podían ser revolucionarios. “Absolutamente,” le respondió. Juntos, empezaron a crear un poema sobre la violencia, la discriminación, la historia y la compasión basado en la experiencia de Kevin creciendo en San Francisco. Se lee:

Cuando yo estaba creciendo había Martin Luther King Violencia contra gente de color, por supuesto La gente era disparada por hablar por la causa correcta  A pesar de todo, San Francisco era más tranquilo Se podía ir a cualquier lado Hoy, quiero ir a Washington D.C.  encadenarme, cuando van a despertarse? Barrios ásperos pueden ser ásperos, pero la violencia puede estar en cualquier parte La locura sucede No es solamente un barrio, Calle 6, los proyectos, la gente puede ser amable como puede ser Solo hay que tener sentido común, en cada cultura

Los poemas escritos durante el taller serán transcritos y añadidos al archivo de digital media para utilizarlos en las instalaciones finales. Sigan en contacto para ver cómo todos los elementos artísticos producidos en estos talleres se entrelazan para contar las historias de los artistas de CE. 

Kenneth Rainin Foundation, El Fondo Nacional para las Artes, y el Consejo de Artes de California han apoyado generosamente este proyecto.

¡Mira hacia abajo para las fotos!

Images:

1. CE artists Quintin Rodriguez and Peter Cordova creating molas with Ana Teresa Fernández and Leticia Hernández-Linares 2. José Nuñez looking at an animal oracle card 3. Kevin Roach, Camille Holvoet, and Andrew Bixler creating molas with Ana Teresa and Leticia 4. Kevin Roach, John Iwaszewicz, and Quintin Rodriguez writing poetry with Leticia and Ana Teresa 5. Kevin Roach writing a revolutionary poem with Leticia 6. Ada Chow, Allura Fong, Makeya Kaiser, and Kaocrew “Yah” Kakabutra making molas and writing poetry at CE2

Imagenes: 

1. Artistas de CE Quintin Rodriguez y Peter Cordova creando molas con Ana Teresa Fernández y Leticia Hernández-Linares 2. José Nuñez mirando a una tarjeta de oráculo animal  3. Kevin Roach, Camille Holvoet, and Andrew Bixler creando molas con Ana Teresa y Leticia 4.Kevin Roach, John Iwaszewicz, and Quintin Rodriguez escribiendo poesía con Leticia y Ana Teresa 5. Kevin Roach escribiendo un poema revolucionario con Leticia 6. Ada Chow, Allura Fong, Makeya Kaiser, y Kaocrew “Yah” Kakabutra haciendo molas y escribiendo poesía en CE2

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Santa Claus painting by Thomas Nast 

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Face Of Change. Poem Song. NK

Time is here and always with us

Like a drop every second pass

Every morning we turn the page

Every day we grow and change

It all starts with a micro seed

One of many who have succeed

In your mother’s body you lived

When came out you could not believe

How intensely complex this world

And to live by it’s rules you are told

From the moment of your Earth landing

You forever strive understanding

What makes you happy, what make you sad

One day - you get it, you think it’ll end

You are walking your road expecting the best

But there is for sure will be a test

Remember the first time you got really down?

Perhaps, just a child, crying with frown

Remember the first time you felt depression?

This is a many humans confession…

The doubt arrived painting bad pictures

It got really dark, could see deep sea creatures

You hit rock bottom in your own way

It seemed impossible to get away…

But this is a blessing, surprisingly strange

You’ve given a gift - true face of change

Now you have a choice: stay dark or see light

I strongly encourage you to face this fight

Follow your calling with all of your passions

Rise like the phoenix up high from the ashes

Love  and accept, let time just pass

Always remember to shoot for the stars!