Murmur
I forgot what it was like to talk
Like we used to in school-day recess
The words intersecting endlessly
No beginnings in sight.
I forgot how to write a poem
Though surely this looks like one.
In its heart is fear of telling
You what it thinks it knows and wants.
I want to remember what we talked about
On the bench in between the ringing bells
The space filled with murmurs and giggles,
Our stomachs with juice, our heads, love.
How did we do it without knowing
The rules or making them?
What to say, when to pause,
Who must speak with whom?
How did I learn to write a poem
Without knowing what it meant?
—Razel Estrella (2020)
28 April 2020
Murmur: Relearning poetry and conversations
They say that all poetry is an ars poetica. Well, I've drafted my first poem in years this morning. And while I have several concepts, lines and verses in my notebook, I only got around to sitting down and following through one of them today. Guess what, it's a blatant ars poetica.
17 April 2020
TikTok thoughts
Dropping by to share a couple of things:
1) I'm alive and coping rather well.
2) I miss going to the theater and concerts and then talking — BLOGGING — about it!
3) I downloaded TikTok start of March because I love watching people dance; it's another way for me to discover music; and the memes are gold. But it's also a medium where I can easily create fun videos. (The user is called a 'creator', which is telling of the community it wants to build.)
My first post was a tacky collage of my photos from the Matilda opening night, set to When I grow up, thinking that the platform could be an extension of my literature and performing arts storytelling. But since the video was so bad and the rest of 2020 events are basically cancelled due to COVID-19, I deleted it and just went on exploring and experimenting with the app.
By the way, I learned that it's the app formerly known as musical.ly, which I also downloaded and enjoyed in the past — as a viewer. Now it makes sense why I'm addicted to TikTok. A criticism against it is repetition or lack of original content. For me, we learn through imitation anyway, and creativity is often sparked by seeing something we love and then seeing how we can make it better.
If you have a TikTok, please let me know! I'd like to see some familiar faces there.
Leaving you with a post that's a bit more creative and on brand, haha!
1) I'm alive and coping rather well.
2) I miss going to the theater and concerts and then talking — BLOGGING — about it!
3) I downloaded TikTok start of March because I love watching people dance; it's another way for me to discover music; and the memes are gold. But it's also a medium where I can easily create fun videos. (The user is called a 'creator', which is telling of the community it wants to build.)
My first post was a tacky collage of my photos from the Matilda opening night, set to When I grow up, thinking that the platform could be an extension of my literature and performing arts storytelling. But since the video was so bad and the rest of 2020 events are basically cancelled due to COVID-19, I deleted it and just went on exploring and experimenting with the app.
By the way, I learned that it's the app formerly known as musical.ly, which I also downloaded and enjoyed in the past — as a viewer. Now it makes sense why I'm addicted to TikTok. A criticism against it is repetition or lack of original content. For me, we learn through imitation anyway, and creativity is often sparked by seeing something we love and then seeing how we can make it better.
If you have a TikTok, please let me know! I'd like to see some familiar faces there.
Leaving you with a post that's a bit more creative and on brand, haha!
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