Hmm. A Lot Has Happened. I guess that is expected when you only post every four or five months. Whoops. Sorry to any and all adoring fans out there. On the other hand, hopefully you can’t get bored when you only get a handful of posts a year!
Anyway, let’s just jump in with what’s standing out as most memorable in recent weeks. Reaching all the way back to September seems impractical. I think I will start with today, perhaps, and then try to work backwards.
1. Today: The World is More Beautiful that We Can See
I’ve been feeling a little blah, mostly due to too many work projects and much ambiguity around my future plans. Then this weekend, something special happened. I remembered that art and music make life more wonderful! When Sunday was just an hour or so old I started reading Harry Potter, which was most exciting. (The final book, which I haven’t managed to read after all these years!) So that started the day off on the right foot. Then I decided to return to Hindi class after a two week hiatus. Even if I have no immediate plans to go to India, why not keep learning? Who cares if I’m too busy to study and if I’m not really learning THAT much and if it’s a long drive?
Then today in the car, something wonderful happened. KPFA, my favorite radio station of perhaps all time, usually plays bluegrass music on Sundays. But today in the car there was a mixtape playing of Bob Dylan and hip-hop artist K’NAAN, produced by J.Period. Now this left me quite confused. Actually I started wondering if Bob Dylan died and this was some sort of tribute, because the Dylan remixes just kept coming.
But then, god bless you radio host, I found out that no, in fact Dylan is still alive and well. The host had heard a track from the mixtape this week and felt compelled to play it. (Download it yourself from J.Period’s website, the album is called The Messengers and also features tributes to Fela Kuti and Bob Marley, haven’t listened to those yet but looking forward.)
Anyway the salient point is that this music was really exciting. I tend to forget how awesome Dylan is. The poetry today totally woke me up. The beat had to help. 🙂
Two things stuck with me: The line “He who is not busy being born is busy dying.” Wow, now there’s a thought. I decided this was great justification for Hindi class. I’m busy being born.
Then I got a little wrapped up in the imagery of everything, and thought about how beautiful words are. That they can paint a picture in your head, an alternate reality. I wish I could convey this to my students, who tend to not like words very much. How to make them see that words are a way of creating your world…if you don’t like what you see, imagine something different, and live in that place, at least for a while.
Anyway all in all it was a wonderful half hour or so and brought me back to life. I was reminded of a quote I heard earlier this week on the radio also: La Cultura Cura. Culture cures you. How true.
2. Talent Show
So a few weeks ago, to celebrate my birthday, I held a talent show. My friend Annie (who is a beautiful singer/rockstar!) invited me to her Annual All Participatory Talent Show a few years back and it was amazing. This year I decided to adopt the idea. I think it was an amazing success! My friends busted out all sorts of talents, from teaching a Scottish reel to re-enacting movie scenes to teaching an acapella three-part round. I loved it. I think this is a great way to celebrate a birthday, a day of birth, a day of being alive. What better way to celebrate than to create something? And to have people to create with.
3. Nuyorican Poets Cafe: My Heart Stops a Little and then Jump Starts
While visiting an awesome friend in New York, we went to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe. This was my second time there, and it was just as amazing as I remembered. If not more. The Nuyorican holds poetry slams weekly. If you are in New York, please go.
Out of the six or so poets there were two who made my heart stop. I had to sit still, so very very still, to listen to what they said, to take it in, to make sure I heard every syllable. I had to stop breathing for a few minutes to make room in my chest for the words.
The first poet is a woman named Falu, whose poem about Obama had the refrain, “There is a candlelight in the belly of a man.” I won’t try to tell you more except to say that it was stunning and I had to sit oh so still and you will too if you hear it in person.
The next poet is Adam Falkner. Now I know part of the appeal for me is that this is a skinny white boy up there, which you don’t often see at the Nuyorican. It gives me hope. And he’s a teacher. I was skeptical at first, especially when his first poem was about racism (oh dear please Adam don’t make this a white guilt thing) but then he surprised me. The passion and the fire in his words pierced the air and settled within me. It was real. I was moved. Or rather I was stilled.Then he drove it home later with a love poem, with the same intensity and fury. Damn. I wish I’d had the courage to talk to him after the show. And I wish I lived in New York so I could go to his poetry workshops.
And so that night I decided to write some poetry. Which so far is not going well, but you have to start somewhere.
Phew, ok, that’s all for now. Many, many more words left to say but this is getting long and my time is getting short. Over and out.
P.S. Next time will try to include some pictures.