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.
.
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:54 AM 0 comments
Labels: clarity, philosophy, poetry
dancing up and down
Thursday, October 16, 2008
the street i know well
i see it different now
the flags hang in unison
the time is clean and kept tidy
and
the melody is richer now.
resonance ringing the bells of our soul,
sustained in the crystals in your eyes.
we all share the same
crunched paper soul
one that expands and unfolds
as we dance up and down.
our ears,
our hearts,
our souls,
know the town.
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 12:49 AM 1 comments
Labels: poetry
a knife
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
to your giving tree
does it hurt when you think of me?
the leaves you tore off as we grab a rake
the branches you felt it right to break
a knife to your giving tree
when he's on fire will you think of me?
and switch your favorite season just one time
to one with more heart, soul, thought, and rhyme
you took a knife to your giving tree
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 2:23 AM 0 comments
Labels: poetry
tug of war/let it go
Monday, February 4, 2008
in this contrast of hot and cold
i can't seem to find a middle ground
in this battle of new and old
i can't seem to gain a thing. (this isn't about what you think)
if you listen intently
you can hear the sound of honesty
and honestly, it seems hard for me
to take anything so seriously as others
perceive them to be..
i wish you could have my eyes
my life is no game
but i would be the rope
in some tug of war
where obviously i can never win
can i honestly do anything?
am i just the rope in a war game?
i opt to shake
not hit, but they don't go for it
then they would be on the same side..
i hope you hear this and forgive
cause you owe it to yourself
to let it go.
Posted bySam Christie-Sgro at 11:59 PM 1 comments
Labels: poetry
