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Where the Streets Have No Names

Tuesday, November 10th, 2009 12:44 am

Ivan sent me a link to this video. It really touched me. It’s my favorite U2 song, written by my favorite band member (The Edge), used during Super Bowl 2002 as a way of honoring those lost during the 9/11 attacks and also to bring this great nation together during one of it’s favorite past times…yeah…just kinda moves me.

I was already a pretty big U2 fan…didn’t adore Bono or anything but dug that he was a real human rights activist and it seemed pretty genuine. But after seeing his show this summer and recognizing him to be someone who uses his fame for GOOD and then seeing how he’s been doing it all along – well you just have to have more respect for the man and the band. Which I do. Already looking forward to next summers show that I was able to score pre-sale tickets for so that Ivan, Terra and I can go see them again…

I love this video and I love this song even more now.

God Bless America. And God Bless the World.

Please, to enjoy…

“Thinking About You” – by Mike Taylor

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009 1:21 pm

Some people really like poetry and others do not. I come to find I think poetry is often times like a song and I love songs, I love music, so I guess I also love poetry a lot of the time.

Someone tagged me in a note on Facebook. The person who tagged me in this note with this poem is NOT someone I would expect to share this poem with me, but as always, life knows the right things to do and when to do them even when I am left silently observing and utterly clueless.

This poem couldn’t be more appropriate for someone like me…someone who despite my desire to remain not only positive but eternally optimistic, doubts. Someone who wants to believe the best in people but assumes the worst until they prove otherwise. Someone who keeps such a heavily guarded mote, gate and wall around the castle that is her heart, I might actually be missing out on the best parts of life for fear of feeling pain again.

Yes, someone like that…someone who questions everything in her head and to her friends to death the way the guys in Office Space beat up that fax machine…this is the sort of poem I should read, probably daily. Even if it’s not true (which my doubting heart almost always believes is the case) maybe I’d be happier if I lived in that ignorant bliss not just believing but KNOWING this poem were true.

Of course, at the end of the poem, it seems the writer does in fact let the person know they are thinking about them, and therefor the questioner gets a concrete answer…

But there I go again, being doubtful Devin. For such a positive minded and genuinely optimistic person, I can be such a weirdo…really, I need to lighten up, on myself first, and then on others. Whether I think any of us have earned it or deserve it or not…I need to LIGHTEN UP!

ANYWAY…that’s a lot of blah blah blah (from the heart but still) before I let you read an already long poem. I’m sure many of you won’t even finish it, but I encourage you to try. I think it’s a lovely piece of writing. One that rings REALLY true to my heart…

Please, to enjoy…

Thinking About You
By Mike Taylor

Yesterday you asked me if I think about you during the day
In class or on the bus
Do I ever wonder who you’re with or what you’re thinking about
Well…. I’m in math class right now…

And I’m thinking about you like crazy, like…
Hands think about holding
And arms think about folding
And minds think about not thinking, but knowing

I’m thinking about you like…
Feet think about socks and socks think about shoes
I’m thinking about you like…
Rock and metal think about screaming
Like blues thinks about rhythm
Like hip-hop thinks about…. hoes?

I’m thinking about you like…
Tops think about spinning
And rocks think about sitting
And cops think about…. arresting people

I’m thinking about you like people think about a clock five minutes before a shift ends

I’m thinking about you like…
A thinks about being with C
And B thinks about seeing D
And E effing G
And H eyeing J

I’m thinking about you like…
White and black think about making grey on a paint pallet
Like night thinks about making day in the morning
Like rain clouds think about pouring

I’m thinking about you like…
Math analysis thinks about being boring…
(Because, seriously, any class this boring has had to take some serious thought so…)
I’m thinking about you like the last problem on this math quiz!

I’m thinking about you like…
Bugs think about grass
And thugs think about….grass
Like students think about class
Like ladies think about class
Like lower middle class people think about flying first class to places they only dream about like New Zealand or France

I’m thinking about you like….
Pilots think about the horizon
Like clouds think about the wind
And the wind thinks about the trees
And teenage boys think about the birds and the bees
And the bees think about the queen and making honey
And honey I’m thinking about you like…. crazy….

Like mattresses think about springs
And winter thinks about spring
Who thinks about summer and it doesn’t matter
What season it is when I’m thinking about you
It’s always sunny
Like rainbows and bunnies

And I’m thinking about you like…
Rich people think about making money
And broke people think about making money
And when I think about you
The whole world makes…cents…

Let me go change
I’m thinking about you when I’m getting dressed
Because before I step up on stage
When I look in the mirror
You’re the only one I’m trying to impress

I’m thinking about you like…
Boats think about floating
And paddles think about rowing
And poets think about flowing
I’m thinking about you like…
Bankers think about loaning
And renters think about owning
And stoners think about… throwing rocks

I’m thinking about you like…
Keyboards think about keys
And keys think about unlocking locks
Like Goldilocks still thinks about bears
Like bears think about being cool

I’m thinking about you like…
Refrigerators think about being cool
And microwaves think about being hot
Like kids think about breaking rules
Like targets think about getting shot

I’m in math class right now, not trying to get you off my mind
Just off the sin cosin and tangent lines I’m graphing

I’m thinking about you like…
Numbers think about adding
Like cripples think about standing
I’m thinking about standing up
And walking out

I’ll say I have to go to the bathroom
Or something
And I can find out who you’re with
And what you’re doing
And what you’re thinking about
But… I think you’re in class right now too
So I’ll text you
I’m thinking about you

Send.

what a week, what a month, what a year…

Friday, May 22nd, 2009 12:22 pm
yes...I want one...

yes...I want one...

I tell ya, it’s just kind of been none stop for what feels like many many moons. I get to one place and I tell myself, “ok, you’ve just got two more weeks and then you are done and then you can RELAX and things will be better”. By better I mean easier, less stressful, more time available, relaxation, no obligations, twiddle the thumbs, read a book without feeling guilty for ignoring homework, you know, those sorts of things. But it’s all a lie. While in grad school and working full time; those things will surely not get better.

Throw in the amazing disappointments I’ve sadly experienced these past few months and it’s just hard to imagine the day when it really WILL be better.

I know it will. That’s why I work so hard, that’s why I put myself through such torture with my ridiculous schedule, that’s why I don’t sleep, that’s why I stress about anything at all; because one day it really WILL be better.

And one day I WILL get some down time to relax without coming back to a world of mess and pain. But I tell you man, full time work (40 hours a week) and full time grad school (13 credit hours this semester alone) has just depleted me.

To be honest, I’m tired. Sometimes I just wanna pack up the kitties and Trigger, buy a VW Bus, paint it green and be on my merry way to somewhere – anywhere – no where in particular.

Be done with school, be done with work, be done with the pessimists, be done with the nay sayers, be done with the residual (though ever dulling) touch of heart ache, be done with the cold…all of it. Just be done.

But then, the sunshine comes out, I finish a project, the semesters end becomes visible, I get some incredibly positive (and much appreciated) feed back from the head of my department and I think, “no no Devin, you can do this. Just one more year. Just a few more months. Just a whole lot of hard work and loss of sleep and something great will surely come of it and you’ll have your MFA and go off to better the world in whatever way you are meant to. Just hang in there girl. Never give up. Never surrender.”

Never give up.

Never surrender.

*deep breath* – ok. I’m not a quitter and I never have been. I get pushed down, knocked around, dragged through broken glass, stomped on, emotionally torn apart, barraged by negativity and I STILL manage to get back up (maybe after a couple hours of fighting the tears and giving into the heart ache before I…) dust myself back off and keep working my way up this bumpy hill of life.

It’s not a path I’m on. It’s a mountain or something. I think most of us are on a mountain, working our way up. My mountain has all kinds of obstacles, but I try not to let that stop me for too long.

Lately, the obstacles have been caused by fear and again a few pricks to the heart. (It’s the heart stuff that usually sends me over the edge into a momentary visit to the pit of despair).

Recently, my program has been going through one wicked chain of events. One bad thing has happened after another after another and it’s really got me feeling…well, insecure – heart sick – disheartened – mad. I want to call out the wrong doers and say, “HEY, listen here you mother f*ckers! What you are doing is WRONG! What you are saying is a LIE! What are you doing is NOT FOR THE GREATER GOOD!!! Stop with your ego moves and DO RIGHT BY YOUR STUDENTS AND THIS COMMUNITY OF STUDENT ARTISTS!!!”

But alas, I cannot say anything for my voice has no sway and I’m already a black (or at least grey) sheep in the program, so I’d only be putting myself at greater risk of dismissal or something. By the way, how did THAT happen? Oh yeah, I have my own opinions and I will not tolerate the lying. So I can say nothing. Also, it’s not my side of the program that’s having issues. The Media department is more or less doing great. I love my media people. It’s B&P that’s having the issues and going through the worst of it.

F*cking liars. I hate lying. More than anything it seems…you lie to me, you’ve lost me forever. Tell me the truth, it may sting like the f*cking dickens, but I’ll survive, I always do. LIE TO ME, well…that pain hurts worse and it does something else – it makes me angry. And I don’t LIKE to feel angry or be mad. It’s an awful feeling that promotes sadness and that’s just NOT where I want to be or how I want to feel.

The other thing just burning my noodle a bit lately of course is that I still have a beating heart, and that beating heart is vulnerable to pain caused by outsiders…outsiders that I might of, at one point, let INTO my heart. I think while they were there, they might have found some secret passage ways back INTO my heart and so, despite lacking permission or asking for entrance, they strike out at me from the dark corners and jab me with inconsiderate little swords gilded of selfishness and lies. Because I didn’t see them coming, I was further defenseless. With some of school stuff being in the pits and MASSIVE stress at work (will I have a job in a month or won’t I), I was rendered further defenseless and wide open for seemingly unprovoked attacks. (I’m fully aware that I’m being a bit dramatic here…)

I keep saying they, and attacks as though there were many. It really could have been just one or it could have been several people….I’m just using generalities cause that’s how I’ve been rolling these days.  Anyway…

Some attempts to, I don’t know, affect me had no affect what so ever. However, one did…and it proved something I had feared to be the truth anyway, and I learned it in the final moments of finishing up my semester and BAM – it just hit me like a ton of bricks.

Of course it was truthful knowledge to learn and therefor will ultimately be helpful in my growth and life, but in the moment it all came crashing down on me, it really truly sucked. Again I found myself saying how I wanted to call them out on their wrongs. Call them out on their lies and just plain call them out.

But we don’t get to do that as rational people. We don’t get to do that and still appear rational or together or SANE.

And so I sat, on my lovely friends couch, telling HER what I would say while trying to get my act together before finishing up a much dreaded paper.

WTF mates?! Seriously…it’s amazing how when you feel so tired that you just end up feeling anything that comes at you. When we have had our sleep – don’t we just perform better? Under normal circumstances I would have been like “Well shit be a fiddle, it’s just as I had suspected it might be” and moved on without blinking so much as an eye.

Ah, but life doesn’t work that way, and so I felt the sting.

And people wonder why I’m not all hopping to get back in a relationship?! I don’t even want to make new friends…I’m quite happy with the ones I’ve got and so uninterested in dealing with other peoples lies and drama. (Yes, I’ve dealt with a lot of liars and drama queens this year…weird, I don’t like it.)

But it hasn’t all been bad…some of it has been amazing. Despite the weird BS at school, Audrey Niffenegger has agreed to be one of my thesis advisors next year. It goes without saying I think it’s AWESOME, but I’m clearly saying it anyway. AWE-SOME! I appreciate Audrey’s input and teaching style. I appreciate how she’s pushed me in directions with my writing I was hesitant to go and how she LISTENS to me when I’m asking her questions or talking. She’s such a fantastic teacher…I feel REALLY really lucky.

I also think Jeanine Mellinger will be another one of my thesis advisors which is great because even when she doesn’t like my work, she gets where I’m coming from and SUPPORTS me and wants to see me succeed, so I know she’s got my back. And in these strange days, it’s very important to know that SOMEONE with a voice has your back.

Also, despite my previous statement of saying how I don’t want to make new friends, I have, of course, made a plethora of FABULOUS new friends and strengthened some of the friendships I had picked up along the past many months. In the friendship department, I feel luckier than a cat on a fishing dock!

Just two weeks ago, when school was just kicking my ever expanding butt (ok, that’s a bit of an exaggeration) Ry Ry (nick name #3 for le blog?) kept reminding me in the sweetest ways possible to never give up and never surrender. I couldn’t hear my own inner voice repeating my mantra, so my friend joined in on the chorus and chanted it louder, making sure I heard it clearly and remembered it. Another bestie was making sure I ate, and remembered to laugh throughout the entire time. I did much of both, thankfully. Another goodie to happen, the Noodle is back in Chicago and this has been happy news indeed!

Really, I can’t complain, am not complaining and don’t mean to sound like I’m complaining. I’m just stating…things have been weird, all over the place and you know – quite a lot like *life*. Oh life, you are such a twisted bitch sometimes, aren’t you?!

Have I even mentioned the roaches? Or probation? Or me singing in Gay Idol? Aw man, this is becoming too much for one entry…

Anyway, the long of it all is, it’s been QUITE a 2009 thus far. Chalk full of endless work and crazy days. I’m thankful for all the lessons learned (and relearned) and for all my friends and the WONDERFUL gifts in my life.

I’ll always be dreaming about that infamous “downtime” I know exists out there somewhere, but in the meanwhile, I’m hoping that the summer sun helps to re-charge my batteries while I kick it (again) into high gear for thesis prep, marathon training, wedding attending, ballet, yoga, beach volleyball, art making, book making, studio time, reading, work, breathing, late night walks by the lake, animal hugging, home organizing and redecorating, possible vacationing with mi hermana, magic with friends, cooking fresh vegetables, fixing up the old website, creating a NEW website and everything else that is scheduled to happen over these next 3 months. MAN OH MAN…here comes the sun and summer, and it’s not joking around!

You can expect more frequent updates now that school is done!

"it's like Christmas and my birthday all in one day!" (quote from Ever After)

"it's like Christmas and my birthday all in the same day!" (Danielle from Ever After)

PS- I think this is a cute picture of me and my lovely friend (and fellow probi) from a recent graduation party where we celebrated many fabulous thesis shows and work and the artists who did it all! YAY CCC INTERATS CLASS OF 2009!!!

bummer to hot damn!

Saturday, May 9th, 2009 11:36 pm

I have a lot of work to finish up before the end of next week.

I’m SO excited about the upcoming summer…even with all the art “work” I will be busy on, it will be wonderful. Better than classes…better than “homework” assignments. I like just creating…you know, without “assignments” that really have requirements outside of my areas of interest.

Anyway…I’m pretty out of this week. I hate to admit it because it makes me a touch annoyed, but I really did get sick this weekend. MINOR sickness…but a cold with a cough and congestion and sneezing and light fever that has just annoyed the crap out of me for a week. Mostly, I’m fine, and most people wouldn’t suspect that I’ve been under the weather, unless they heard the annoying cough from time to time. But it’s taken a toll on my stamina more than anything else. I’m SO tired -all the time. I seriously feel like I could just sleep for hours and hours, wake up for an hour or two, then curl up for another 3 hour nap. I could do this all day if I had the available time.

Consequently, this has not helped me finish up my final projects/papers/work etc. Wednesday night I got a most WICKED migraine around 6:30 that put me out from early evening until 6:30 the next morning when my alarm went off. And I more or less slept straight through only waking up with the pain meds were wearing off and my head started to throb. Silly migraines, back the acupuncturist I MUST go.

Anyway…despite being sick (and knowing it) I went out last night 2nd Friday art walk in Pilsen. Saw some interesting stuff…bought a pretty cute – very me- skirt and oh-so-flapper era reversible hat. Yeah, it’s pretty fabulous. Then a few of my friends and I went and saw Star Trek.

Yeah…I went out with my germs (I was still in denial until today), fought my exhaustion and watched me some Star Trek. And it was DAMN GOOD! Definitely a favorite movie of the year thus far…JJ blew my mind. I honestly can’t tell you who I thought was the best in that movie because everyone did such an incredible job embodying the subtleties of extremely iconic characters. This young crop of gorgeous actors did amazing work and I was giddy with uncontrollable excitement the whole damn time.

Anyone who doesn’t like this movie (trek fan or not) is a fool or just trying to be different. There was absolutely NOTHING lacking in this film, nothing extraneous that didn’t belong and amazing camera and visual affects to add to the awesomeness of a great script and plot.

Yeah, sure, perhaps it was a *touch* light on Star Trek philosophies…but baby, I leave that for the sequel. First, we had to meet everyone…see how they came together to BE the band of merry men and women we loved to watch in syndication as kids.

I haven’t seen a movie twice in the movie theatre in a while, but Star Trek will be breaking that streak. I plan on seeing it AT LEAST one more time in the theatre…possibly two more times.

Yeah, I liked it that much. JJ – thank you. You rock. I love you work. You had me at Lost and sealed the deal with Cloverfield…now I’m a forever fan. Star Trek…worth the trek out into the world despite my silly immune system failing me this week.

i just don’t WANT to…

Monday, May 4th, 2009 6:17 pm

I’ve been dreading the work I have left to do for this semester.

Partially because I so genuinely HATE one of my classes there is just little to be done about it. I find it so sad that I have come to feel this way…but unavoidable really. And I guess that’s life. I mean, we can’t love ALL our classes right?

I’ve been reading a ton lately, both for school and for pleasure, and I’ve discovered that I do not love all the books I’m reading. At first I thought I loved joy reading so much that ANY book would do. Not so. And I know, you are probably thinking “duh”, but I didn’t know I would feel that way. I honestly didn’t. So here I am, come to find out that I do not, in fact, enjoy reading every single book I set out to finish, and thus it becomes a practice of patience and acceptance to get through the thing until the end.

I think this class is like that for me. I hate it. So much. *sigh*. And now I have to finish up the stupid work for it and I feel like it’s draining me of any spunk I have left.

And the truth is, I’m soooo happy about soooo many things in my life. I feel so up beat when I’m not thinking about this stupid 3 hours of my life each week (well, that’s classroom time, really this stupid class haunts me all week long with the loads of crap ass reading i have to do for it). Oh…I know, I’m being really hard on this one class. I know there are students who are eating it up, loving every kernel of “truth” they gleam from it.

Not I, said the fly. No, I think half of what I have read is total bull shit and the other half, while interesting, has been reiterated in so many freaking ways I want to blow someones head off. particularly someone IN my class, but that’s not an appropriate thing to say in a blog now is it?

ANYWAY…that class aside, I love ALL my other classes…I love my homework (or at least enjoy the end result of hard work) for these clases and feel like I’ve really learned a lot of valuable lessons.

Of course I’ve learned form the crap ass class as well. I’ve learned a LOT about what I HATE. What about people, and programs, and attitudes and personalities are absolutely loathsome (and therefor intolerable) to me. THESE are very valuable lessons, for which I am grateful even though learning them has been most excruciating.

And…now I am just avoiding the inevitable all nighter I must pull to get this crap ass assignment done for this crap ass class I must go to tomorrow.

*sigh*

It actually causes paint to my heart and, all jesting aside, causes a bit of panic in me, every single week! Isn’t that BAD! Should a class DO that to a person?

Thankfully, I’ve only got TWO MORE CLASSES TO GO and then I am DONE with this bull shit FOR EVER!!! FOREVER!

OH MY GOD. That right there got me so excited. I will NEVER teach a class like this that I hate so much. OH…I cannot WAIT to teach…the classes I teach will be WILDLY different from 50% of the classes I’ve had to take in my program. THAT keeps me going. THAT gets me fired up. THAT makes me want to get back out there.

Oh man, my future students will NOT feel this way about my class…and if they do, I will try to address that with them. I will NOT ignore my students. I will NOT fain interest. I will NOT lie to them. I will be open, honest, try to make myself AVAILABLE and do the best I can for, with and by them.

Amen.

OK…no more procrastinating…must.get.writing.

“…and that’s what makes my life so f*cking fantastic…”

Wednesday, March 25th, 2009 9:22 pm

I loved this song the moment I first heard it on the radio less than a week ago. Ivan figured out it was Lily Allen…I am so totally in love!!! YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS FABULOUS VIDEO FOR THIS SUPER CUTE AND CATCHY SONG!!!

Please, to enjoy…
Lily Allen The Fear

my wish list…

Thursday, March 19th, 2009 9:04 am

Oh man…wouldn’t it be nice to have an endless supply of funding? I would love to have:

  • A Lara Miller dress
  • Gocco printing set up
  • Holga 135 BC (I think that’s the model I want…)
  • A personal trainer/coach
  • A super large self healing cutting mat
  • A huuuuge work bench/table with a place to store large sheets of flat paper
  • A platform bed outfitted with 6 draws underneath is and a new mattress
  • A new closet (outfitted and equipped for the PERFECT organization of all my clothes)
  • A sweet ass board cutter AND guillotine
  • Two weeks in Koa Tao or any beach front place where I can have a spot on the sand that doesn’t get too close to another person…

And that’s it. That is my wishlist. Some of them are practical things I could use in my artistic life and would love to have…some of them are less realistic wishes but wishes none the less.

Just felt like making a list today…

the luck ‘o the Irish to ya…

Wednesday, March 18th, 2009 12:30 am

Tonight I got lucky with some things (book related) and unlucky in some things (particularly my drop spine box and being inside working on stuff instead of enjoying the wonderful 70 degree weather while drinking a nice cold Harp or Guinness…ahh well…)

All is made good again as I saw this picture of my youngest nephew Brendan posted on his dads (Mike) facebook. I’m going to fall asleep smiling and thinking about how absolutely FREAKING ADORABLE my nephews are!!! Brendan won’t know for years to come yet, just how that little smile of his can brighten my day and change my mood to a happier one.

Happy St. Paddy’s Day friends…and may all days be experienced as though it were cause for happy celebration. (And a well poured Guinness!)

Brendan is 3...that's his daddy's beer, but isn't he a cutie???

Brendan is almost 3...that's his daddy's beer, but isn't he a cutie???

because i can’t keep my mouth shut…

Friday, February 27th, 2009 11:34 pm

this will be a rant
this will seem ridiculous
i don’t really care.
it is what it is for me
this isn’t for you.

i keep waiting for the momentary relief that never comes
i don’t look so pretty
and i don’t feel that well.

on my ride home i read
but my mind was on you.

you are not one person

my mind is always swimming
around thoughts of you.

i do things because they are the right thing to do,
i know they are,
i know what i’m doing – now
but i hate it
because it’s not what i want to do
i don’t say what i want to say
because it’s the right thing to do
it’s how we play the game.

sometimes i see you and i need to look away,
i stammer,
i clam up.

i want to walk straight up to you
firmly pull you close to me
one hand pressing on your lower back
the other drawing your face close to mine,
and i want to kiss you
passionately
i think i would cry

i think about you and i get angry and i want to throw things
i want to scream and yell in your face
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME YOU FUCKER
can you even hear me
do you even think of me
do you even remember…
any of it

i fucking hate you
because i do not hate you

i love you

i despise you

i want you so so desperately.

i don’t know when i realized i felt this way…
i looked at your face
at your smile
at your photograph that captured the essence of you

and despite myself i smiled
and i yearned for you
for your touch
for your scent
for your taste
for your voice

i.fucking.hate.you

but not you…

you are too perfect and too precious to me
this is why i have to walk away from you
why i cannot speak to you
because i don’t want to speak to you
i want to kiss your perfectly pouty rose petal lips

those soft delicate lips
i want to kiss them slowly
i want to kiss them deeply
i want to kiss them gently
i want my lips to rest on yours…

i want to take you somewhere and not speak with words
i want to show you things and never let your hand go
i want to be bold as i know you want me to be bold

and i can’t

because it’s not what is meant to be…
at least not right now.

i do what i do because i care so much and it drives me insane

you drive me insane

why did you do this to me
how did you do this to me
what happened to me

i love you
and it’s always been you
and i hate you for it
fucker.

you make me cry in the middle of the night
you make my heart hurt when i hear your name
the lack of your presence kills my spirit
my smiles are fake so no one asks me what’s wrong

you are what’s wrong…
what you do to my heart is what’s wrong

WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME

why

i loathe you because i once loved you

i despise you because you are everything i knew you to be
but didn’t want to believe

i hardly ever think of you now except to pass judgement
which makes me hate you more
because somehow you are still there
in my mind
burning me with your fucking smile
your jerkish ways
your confident swager

i despise the person you are
…because i once was under your spell

but you…not you…not you…

you, precious
precious you

not you my darling that i cannot have
i cannot be with
i would never be enough for you
i would never give you what you want
i would hate myself for not being enough for you
i would hate you for knowing that i’m not enough for you
and baiting me still,
to fall in love with you.

you deserve better
which is why i walk away

i deserve better
which is why i hope i never see you again

we deserve better
which is why i wish you were here
with me
right now

fuck.

i hate you

i want you

i love you.

(you are not just you…)

fuck.

~~~
-Note from the author (me):
People have a tendency to read fiction and assume that it is autobiographical in some way. In many cases I imagine that parts of it are, but we also know that there are many cases when the whole thing is made up.

I do not claim this poem to be either, but am simply labeling this a work of fiction. It’s a dark poem…it’s aggressive and raw and – I think – sad and conflicted even. HOWEVER, if you have been following my blog, I think you would notice that I, Devin Schuyler, (the author) an not really that sad or conflicted right now. I’m stressed and perhaps over worked, but I am happy with my life and who I am. I’m just trying my hand at fiction writing, working on things I have heard about, felt myself, or just seem interesting to me.

To my friends: do not worry yourselves reading this poem. Already I’ve received a couple texts and emails…I smile at the love and support you all have offered. I also smile that you read my blog. This is not a cry for help or comfort or anything…it’s a work of fiction (which is why one of the category labels I gave it is “works in progress”.) I’m working on becoming a better fiction writer…I’ve got a long way to go, but my blog is a great outlet for me to get some of the ideas I’m working on out there.

I hope to write about life and emotions of the human spirit/heart. I hope people can connect with what I’m writing, or imagine a connection. Maybe you’ve felt this way before, maybe not.

In either case – I’m writing this note to remind people that not EVERYTHING posted on this blog is autobiographical. What is it that they post at the end of movies? Something about all characters and places of the film are fictitious and any similarities to actual persons and places is purely coincidental etc… Yeah, you can think about my “artistic” blog entries like that. I’m trying to grow as an artist/writer, so sometimes you might read something that seems like me, but do not always make that assumption because it’s on “the blog” that it IS about me.

Love to all… :)
Devin

The wonderful thing about self reflection

Monday, February 23rd, 2009 4:00 pm

Last night picked up the closest thing to a journal I’ve kept in recent years. It’s moleskin notebook and I’ve loved it for a long while (even before I was using it).

I looked at the dates of the 6 entries that are in it…they span the April 2007 up to this past summer while I was playing beach volleyball. The few pages of writing take the reader through a SERIOUS turn of events, emotions and realizations. Reading them all together, back to back to one another in sequential order, you can REALLY SEE exactly what I went through, when and why.

I can happily report that I learned a lot, and even when I was thick in it, I was still learning a lot and growing a ton. The thoughts I had about certain people in April of 2007 are FAR different than the thoughts I have about the same people in May/June 2008. I also did a lot in that amount of time, all quickly jotted down in this little book.

Inspired by what I read of my past in these six entries, I looked back on my blog. I went back to 2004. So much as going on then for me…and I was in a pretty rough spot at the time, emotionally. You can’t see the posts right now, because, as I discovered, it seems that something got messed up in the conversion process from blogger to wordpress and now my past posts are currently unavailable. I hope to have that remedied soon.

I was able to read them by logging into my account. I read a few from the past. I recognized IMMEDIATELY one thing I mention in a post from 2004 – my apartment having too much stuff and a serious need for me to get RID OF A LOT OF IT.

Hmmm…that hasn’t really changed much has it?

This is an important lesson learned. I’ve grown and changed a lot over the past 5 years…but still, some bad habits remain the same. I’ve changed a lot of the MAJOR bad habits, but some of the “minor” ones (clutter, not getting rid of enough stuff) seem to get better for a time but then come back again in the end.

I will address those matters more firmly. I know, deep down inside, I really don’t NEED all that stuff. I just have a problem getting RID of a lot of it. What’s that about?!

Anyway, going back and reading what was important to me, or what was on my mind way back in the day is quite an interesting trip down memory lane. I’m such a different person now, yet still oddly the same.

I’ve learned a lot and changed a lot and I will continue to grow. I love these moments when you see where you’ve been and where you are coming from and can also clearly see that you are making much needed progress.

Just as I always say, I am slow. Sloooow slow. But I believe that slow and steady wins the race, so instead of trying to rush myself unnecessarily,  I’m taking it one day at a time, one step at a time, working on what I need to do to better my situation/life/world/experience/self and doing it, piece by piece, inch by inch, day by day.

Self reflection can be a bitch if you let it be, or it can be the perfect opportunity for growth and change while helping you measure how much you’ve grown and changed up to this point.