what? an actual blog?!: written vs. digital words
Sunday, October 26, 2008
that's right. it's fairly early. i'm fairly sick. my voice is shot. i've been surfing the 'net, getting inspired, wishing i was still in a band, the usual. as the select few who actually read this blog may know(ps, thanks!), i usually just post random words up here. most of them i make up on the spot, after i've decided that i feel like writing. yeah, there's usually a subject on my mind, but i go from there. what i've been thinking about for the past, 150 seconds or so, is what the difference between written and typed word is. whether it be creative or informative. i don't really know. i mean, i have an idea. for me, everything i type here, everything online, it's just like all neat, in place. it looks right, and it looks how it should, so all you need to worry about are the words. i have a five star baby blue spiral bound notebook in my front drawer of my desk with some written words in it, when i feel like penning these thoughts out. actually, i lied. i use pencil.
i feel like when writing, i can convey the feelings behind the words more. the way the words are spaced through the blue lines on white, the number of blank lines i leave between verses, the indentation, the capitalization. the shape of the letters, the punctuation. it's all visual when you're actually writing it. sometimes when i have a line, or series of lines, to write down, i have a way i want them said. i have a way i want YOU to read them, or whoever is gonna read them, you know? so i need to actually write it myself. when i really want my words read how i see them, i write them down. you know how poetry is usually read? like, when people think it's artsy to kind of read every few lines as if it were a question, or , as if it had some kind of conflict tag attached to it that made you furrow your brow when you read it? that's b.s. line breaks are meant to have the reader pause. at least mine are. so when i really care about the way a particular series of words are to be read, i write it down, because there's a definite connection between the visual and the intellectual, how the words are portrayed, and how you read them. i like to tap into that with my written word, basically manipulating the societal norm of odd-stressed syllabic poetry, forcing you to read it how i intended. ironic though, as no one really gets a look at the page.
some day.
.
a book of oddly placed verbs and nouns
ideas crafted for future songs
manipulating eyes and brain
to make sure
they surely aren't
read so plain
breaking boundaries and
founding foundries
and islands of thought to swim around
where we aren't afraid of sinking.
we aren't afraid of sinking.
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Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:54 AM 0 comments
Labels: clarity, philosophy, poetry
School Year '08: The Obligatory Tribute Blog Post
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I guess since I have nothing to do, it's about time to write my tribute to this year. I've been meaning to do it since around the end of school, I mean thats when I started gathering this disheveled mess of thoughts.
This has probably been one of the best and worst, and definitely most influential years of my life hands down. I look back at high school and I wonder how I even ended up at Penn State. I was against big schools cause I'm a little bitch, but then I visited and I loved it, and then I started to grow up. Long story short, I came, I saw, I conquered, sold out concerts, etc whatever whatever. I seriously lost people I'd never thought I'd lose this year, through death or otherwise. But I met some of the best friends I could ever ask for in my first year, and they helped me through it all.
By the way, have you tried Porter Bowling? What's the new Forum sign look like? And once school starts, let me know if you got my message on the drawer. No, that's just my signature. It's on the bottom, n00b! But seriously, if you need to get your game system online in the dorms, message me. But quit hackin', asshole.
All I know is I am a stronger and better person because of these kids I met, these kids I can now call my best friends, and I seriously thank God I met them when I did, because I don't know, and I don't want to know, what the hell I would have done without them in my life this year...
I feel like I reached a part of my life right now where everything is clear, I know where I am at, and I don't know where I'm going in the long run, but I know where I'm going in the short run, and that's a start. I know that I can and I will get there, and I know that some people think that I won't but I will. I feel better than I have in a really long time, and I hope that anyone who is down and out believes me when I say it, and maybe with luck it'll give them a little bit more push to keep going and get through whatever it is they're trying to. I'm sorry to anyone who doesn't believe anyone when they say something with as much purity and honesty that I feel when I say, I feel better than I have in a really fucking long time.
But honestly, I don't want to know where I'm going in the long run, because getting there is the good part.If this were English class, this would be more coherent, more creative, and more thought out, but it's not, so it isn't. This is not how I know it could potentially be, this collection of random words to sentences to ideas to my fucking life, but I just need to get it out, because I feel so strongly that I have changed for the better, and if a crazy emotional mess such as myself can change for the better, I fully believe it's possible for everyone.
I just figured I'd catalogue my thoughts right now, and let everyone know that even if you think your life blows, or something, or you just think it could be better you gotta look at the little positive things to get you through to the end. You gotta look for the things that are already around you, and help yourself make it better, for yourself.
Sometimes it's the smallest stars that shine the brightest.
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:59 AM 0 comments
Labels: clarity, philosophy
anything
Sunday, April 20, 2008
can connect us. anything connects us all. anything can connect us to each other, to our essences, to the essence of the world. some use words, some use paints, some use dance, some use song. some spend their lives looking for something to use. some spend their lives in motion, the act of living makes them feel it. some pour their time and energy into their family, into their heritage, into the essence of themselves. the feeling, i imagine, is relatively similar, a sense of purity and clarity that is unrivaled by any of your other respective crafts. a sense of being and purpose that you thrive on when immersed in your world of song, your world of color, your world of shapes, sounds, sports. anything. anything can give you the feeling. pure and uninhibited joy and clarity. this is what you were meant to be doing at this second at this minute at this hour on this day, and it just feels perfect. this feeling, purity, clarity, purpose, we all feel in our own way; playing a chord, writing a series of words, blending colors to image, scoring a goal; this is what connects us. this is our essence, and collectively, this is the essence of the world; our avenues and boulevards that bridge the gaps between our differences.
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 3:03 AM 0 comments
Labels: clarity, life, philosophy
