2.13.2008 [at eaps]
it fell upon this paper, a muddied river
and with each lettered word
that falls upon this paper,
I spell response
I respond to life that
calls out to me and I
am flooded with whispers
before me lay
a muddied river that flows
stronger than any wind that blows
the river that leads and ends
with some unknown destination
I built this raft to ride upon
I gave myself this single oar
from the river’s source I am carried
with only a pole to guide me
as I near the rivers end
the water becomes clear
and the water becomes salty
the sun shines bright
I, with my bleached shirt
waves splash upon my raft
I, with my salty hair
the ocean before me is vast
I, with my single oar
my raft is tightly bound
as the oar turns to mast
and shirt fashioned into sail
the muddied river lay behind me
and I call back,
flooding her with whispers
for each lettered word
that fell upon this paper,
I spelled response.
Kevin M. Reader
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
The Moments of your Life
5.13.2007 (2) [Café Kopi] The Moments of Your Life.
birth
[insert your moments here]
death
Kevin M. Reader
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I really like to challenge preconcieved notions of what is and is not art, poetry, etc. I really want to challenge people and make them create. Invoke a personal response. That sort of thing.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The Sis realized
Mayamerica
Trendsetter, mold-breaker, poster child. Call me what you will. I'm going to be putting up a show all about being Mayan. It's going to be a thesis project. There will be informed materials. But it is all accessible, and I know what I am doing. Oh wait, I don't have a clue what I'm doing, but I know where to fill in the gaps. I know how to pretend like I know what I am doing.
The scary part is that I am not Mayan and I want it to be well recieved. There will be hardships and frustrations, but I will endure and overcome.
Here goes nothing and here goes everything.
Trendsetter, mold-breaker, poster child. Call me what you will. I'm going to be putting up a show all about being Mayan. It's going to be a thesis project. There will be informed materials. But it is all accessible, and I know what I am doing. Oh wait, I don't have a clue what I'm doing, but I know where to fill in the gaps. I know how to pretend like I know what I am doing.
The scary part is that I am not Mayan and I want it to be well recieved. There will be hardships and frustrations, but I will endure and overcome.
Here goes nothing and here goes everything.
Blessful
Rhymes with stressful.
I'm blessed with a wide array of wonderful special people in my life.
I'm blessed with doing many wonderful wonderful things in my life, right now.
However, the added pressure of extra things causes one to stress out. I've never been that great at time management. I'm a procrastinator if I want to be. Although, I can be proactive. I go out and do things on my own when inspired.
Speaking of which, I think I've got this thesis thing figured out. As long as my chips fall into place and not off of my plate, then all will be in order. If not, its back to the proverbial drawing board. Problem is, my lead is broken, and I'm out of ink. If I can't do what I want, I'm going to have to play by the rules and do what someone else wants. Which is alright. I mean, we play by the rules to get ahead within a given system. However, when we challenge these rules and step outside of our normativity, we really begin to create. That's what I am out to do, create. Then re-create. Then recreate. Enjoy myself through relaxation and restore myself physically and mentally.
Oh yeah, Minneapolis was awesome. Takes a lot out of a person riding in a car for 18 hours out of a given 36. It was worth it, and the people made the experience all the more worthwhile. A lovely performance was given. In spite of this, it is always nice to come home to the person that you love.
I'm blessed with a wide array of wonderful special people in my life.
I'm blessed with doing many wonderful wonderful things in my life, right now.
However, the added pressure of extra things causes one to stress out. I've never been that great at time management. I'm a procrastinator if I want to be. Although, I can be proactive. I go out and do things on my own when inspired.
Speaking of which, I think I've got this thesis thing figured out. As long as my chips fall into place and not off of my plate, then all will be in order. If not, its back to the proverbial drawing board. Problem is, my lead is broken, and I'm out of ink. If I can't do what I want, I'm going to have to play by the rules and do what someone else wants. Which is alright. I mean, we play by the rules to get ahead within a given system. However, when we challenge these rules and step outside of our normativity, we really begin to create. That's what I am out to do, create. Then re-create. Then recreate. Enjoy myself through relaxation and restore myself physically and mentally.
Oh yeah, Minneapolis was awesome. Takes a lot out of a person riding in a car for 18 hours out of a given 36. It was worth it, and the people made the experience all the more worthwhile. A lovely performance was given. In spite of this, it is always nice to come home to the person that you love.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Friday's List
Here's a list of stuff that I need to do:
- Ropes
- Oil
- Gas
- Air
Wow, that sounds really vague, or dirty.
See, I'm headed up to Minneapolis for 1.5 days with some friends to see some other friends in a performance. I think it's going to be in a bowling alley/theatre...maybe. I'm intrigued, none-the-less. 8 hours each way. Leaving Saturday morning.
My brother is coming in Thursday night to visit the U of I as a hopeful transfer student. A non-traditional. Then he's hanging out Friday for that stuff. That night, I'll be attending a formal with the 4H house as I will be accompanying Amanda. I'm excited to break out my dancing shoes and dust off a tie. There is something really romantic about slow dancing under some colored lights on a wooden floor.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Scones to pick with you
No, this isn't some crazy adventure through a mystery land where baked goods grown on trees like ripened fruit.
My boss made scones today, and they are lemon poppy seed. But for some reason they kind of taste like corn to me. However, they are delicious and I want them in my mouth. Then in my stomach.
I'm in an improv troupe. We perform every Monday. I'll be gone from this place called Champaign next year and won't have that anymore. That makes me sad. However, the prospects for growing up are exciting. I love to perform and hope I will have the time, outlets and opportunities to do so while I mature or deture, whichever way you look at it. So I say, seek it out, and make it last.
I think I was listening to a song by Beck just yesterday and the line, "You'll never find true love unless you look for it" rings prominantly true in my ears today. And that makes me want to book some flight tickets to celebrate true love.
My boss made scones today, and they are lemon poppy seed. But for some reason they kind of taste like corn to me. However, they are delicious and I want them in my mouth. Then in my stomach.
I'm in an improv troupe. We perform every Monday. I'll be gone from this place called Champaign next year and won't have that anymore. That makes me sad. However, the prospects for growing up are exciting. I love to perform and hope I will have the time, outlets and opportunities to do so while I mature or deture, whichever way you look at it. So I say, seek it out, and make it last.
I think I was listening to a song by Beck just yesterday and the line, "You'll never find true love unless you look for it" rings prominantly true in my ears today. And that makes me want to book some flight tickets to celebrate true love.
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