Quick shout out with details for tomorrow's event. I'll be reading a poem from my book, A Scorched Page.
Name of Event: Palabras, Ritmo, y Arte
Sponsored by The New York Times Company VOCES Latino Heritage Network
Wednesday, October 10th from 5:30 pm to 8:30 pm
Address: 620 8th Avenue (between 41st & 42nd Street), 15th floor Conference Center
There will be Musical Artists, Spoken Word Artists and Visual Artists represented. Free and open to the public.
Peace,
L~
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2012 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Monday, October 8, 2012
It’s a brisk October day and I like the feel of the cold breeze on me.
This weekend I watched my younger sister Vick run a half-marathon in Staten Island. She ran 13.1 miles in 2 hours 12 minutes (official time). Hoo-Rah!! She was up by 4 am getting ready for her race and I followed soon after by getting up at 4:30 am.
The day was cold and by the time she finished it had started to rain.
And with the rain came a full blown migraine on me. Ergh! It just sucked! I’d been doing so well managing these migraines. I’ve only had mild ones lately, the kind where I can still function. With the new healthy diet, losing weight and the vitamins I’ve been taking…I thought they were FINALLY starting to subside. But this migraine laid me out. We arrived back at the apartment by 2 pm and all I could do was go to my room, draw the shades and sleep. I was back to the nausea, light sensitivity and the right side of my brain on fire. *sigh *
Today, the cold outside feels good but I feel sluggish and low energy with the remnants of a mild migraine. I am trying not to sink into my usual pity party. It’s difficult not to when dealing with a long term health issue. Anyway, it’s time to get my day started.
Today I’m listening to Blue October. Love the raspy voice of lead singer Justin Furstenfeld. I’m putting up a 2011 video, THE FEEL AGAIN (STAY)
It’s a Blue October day. Peace, L~
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2012 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
This weekend I watched my younger sister Vick run a half-marathon in Staten Island. She ran 13.1 miles in 2 hours 12 minutes (official time). Hoo-Rah!! She was up by 4 am getting ready for her race and I followed soon after by getting up at 4:30 am.
The day was cold and by the time she finished it had started to rain.
And with the rain came a full blown migraine on me. Ergh! It just sucked! I’d been doing so well managing these migraines. I’ve only had mild ones lately, the kind where I can still function. With the new healthy diet, losing weight and the vitamins I’ve been taking…I thought they were FINALLY starting to subside. But this migraine laid me out. We arrived back at the apartment by 2 pm and all I could do was go to my room, draw the shades and sleep. I was back to the nausea, light sensitivity and the right side of my brain on fire. *sigh *
Today, the cold outside feels good but I feel sluggish and low energy with the remnants of a mild migraine. I am trying not to sink into my usual pity party. It’s difficult not to when dealing with a long term health issue. Anyway, it’s time to get my day started.
Today I’m listening to Blue October. Love the raspy voice of lead singer Justin Furstenfeld. I’m putting up a 2011 video, THE FEEL AGAIN (STAY)
It’s a Blue October day. Peace, L~
Friday, October 5, 2012
Esta Noche
It’s Friday…and it’s slightly past the middle of the day and I can barely keep my eyes open. Feeling a bit low-energy. I’m on my second 12-oz of cold water to try to shake me awake. It’s not working. Instead, it just makes me want to pee often. I’m grumbly and moody. I ate a healthy veggie chili with a spicy kick that I made last night. It was yummy. But I’m feeling high-strung and upset today. I reached out to a friend and we kvetched about writing and it made me laugh at that moment. But now I’m back with chin in hand wanting to connect with my sci-fi novel. The one that’s not working. I’m frustrated. So I work on other things but the other projects don’t leave me satisfied. Instead, it heightens my frustration. Ergh!
Anyway, I wrote the following passage on the train home after Heart’s concert on Wednesday. It’s a pretty rough first draft….
Afterwards
In darkness love could be wrong
legs cross away, we do no speak clearly
bottles left uncovered, spilling over.
I am lost on First Avenue at midnight
bags lean against my thigh
she leaves me, reading a book.
My music consists of guitar players,
quiet vocals singing my lost poetry
We don’t speak, we squeeze into tight
subway spaces reminded that we loved
each other once. My watch has stopped,
your time is wrong and neither figure
on being right for a change. Wait,
while I write complicated prose
on my back teeth, past Cypress Avenue
at half past midnight and limp away
on blistered knees and bleeding feet.
Open my eyes and you have left me
again. Black kohl smudge the page
from stained fingertips. Inverted
phrases say nothing and tease me
that I was once a poet who wore
a black trench on a humid October
night and the rains have kept away.
You love me, especially at night
alone, keeping company with memories.
Ignite the corrections and a foot stamps
against the train floor. Pack a layer
of the past, the mewling cat demands
to be fed as Ann Wilson sings my path
home when uncovered bottles tip over.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2012 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
Anyway, I wrote the following passage on the train home after Heart’s concert on Wednesday. It’s a pretty rough first draft….
Afterwards
In darkness love could be wrong
legs cross away, we do no speak clearly
bottles left uncovered, spilling over.
I am lost on First Avenue at midnight
bags lean against my thigh
she leaves me, reading a book.
My music consists of guitar players,
quiet vocals singing my lost poetry
We don’t speak, we squeeze into tight
subway spaces reminded that we loved
each other once. My watch has stopped,
your time is wrong and neither figure
on being right for a change. Wait,
while I write complicated prose
on my back teeth, past Cypress Avenue
at half past midnight and limp away
on blistered knees and bleeding feet.
Open my eyes and you have left me
again. Black kohl smudge the page
from stained fingertips. Inverted
phrases say nothing and tease me
that I was once a poet who wore
a black trench on a humid October
night and the rains have kept away.
You love me, especially at night
alone, keeping company with memories.
Ignite the corrections and a foot stamps
against the train floor. Pack a layer
of the past, the mewling cat demands
to be fed as Ann Wilson sings my path
home when uncovered bottles tip over.
All artwork, photos, and text © Copyright 2008-2012 Liliana Almendarez unless indicated otherwise. All Rights Reserved. Any downloading, copying or use of images on this website is strictly prohibited without express written consent by Liliana Almendarez.
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