This poetry thing is a killer. I have never understood it. And then I wrote a book with almost 70 poems LOL. But I am not at all a believer of it being something that can just be done every day. Like Edgar Allen Poe claiming that he had it down like a science. He did some great stuff, but not all of it was blockbuster material. Sure people can construct word compositions in stanzas using some metric and rhythm but that's only one type of writing. Poetry itself, in its essential state is transcendental. It is insightful and many times uplifting or empowering. That's why some people will tell others, why are you writing poetry? You're not an oppressed individual. Who knows. Maybe I just never studied poetry enough to know how to write it without inspiration. As things stand today, I am either inspired therefore I create poetry, or I am not and I just go about my normal person duties. Ahh, where is my muse? Where has my avian angel gone to roost? In the clouds or atop the tallest trees upon the highest mountains? Regardless, she is a ghost. My hands bear emptyness. And in my chest an absence of my heart. And in my mind the preocupation with hope and poetry...;)
My first all-picture post. No other commentary. Just click on each picture in the gallery.
Photo: Lucy Salazar Here I am holding my hat that I bought in Puerto Rico a lifetime ago, exactly 10 years ago. I never thought back then that I would be who I am today. But then again I was not me back then. Not the me that I am now, which is a much more satisfying self than the 2005 version. I guess that is why after the event I looked at the pictures and remarked to my great friend, colleague, and supporter of the arts Lucy Salazar that having her photographs in the background was so fitting because it reflected exactly what I was talking about: fluidity. The ability to change. To flux. We didn't plan it. I did ask her to showcase those particular photos but not to tie in to my book's title. I selected those only because I truly liked those in particular. As always, some things just happen. No need to force them. They just...flow.
Sponsor Fluid Chicano Films
Gabriel H. Sanchez
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