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Springtime Sestina

DSC03031Bryant Park, NYC, 5/3/2013

 

Springtime Sestina
-KB, 5/8/2013

I awaken to an unbearable itch.
My eyes are swollen, filled with water.
I ponder if I am sick or with fever,
and I long for a box of tissues,
as I open my blinds to greet the sun
on this glorious day of Spring.

Somehow I always forget about the evils of Spring,
and how it brings forth a constant itch.
I instead focus on the beauty of the sun,
as my eyes constantly water,
and I become a stock-holder in tissues,
all to spite– and enjoy– my Spring fever.

When did I come to possess such a fever?
It certainly wasn’t at the mention of Spring
or the fortieth trip to the supermarket for a box of tissues
or the ego-induced exchange of words over whose throat had a worse itch
or the desperate splashing of eyes with cool water
or the blistering burn caused by the sun.

It’s deceivingly beautiful, the sun.
It turns the world round, gives its inhabitants a delirious fever
that is only healed by the cool, clear water
of an April rain, or perhaps a fresh spring
surrounded by flora that gives you a natural itch
to explore nature’s beauty and cry tears of joy into your tissues.

But what makes up the layers of my flesh’s tissue–
burnt a crimson red from the Springtime sun–
sensitive to the most miniscule of nature-induced itches…
What causes my haze-filled fever?
It is the lethal season of Spring
that makes me want to hide beneath the surface of the pollen-free water.

Yet, I break free from the water,
soaring past the surface, leaving bruises on my alabaster skin’s tissue,
as I try to forget the harsh Winter in hopes of a freeing Spring.
I imagine myself dancing beneath the sun,
forgetting, just momentarily, my hay fever,
as promises of sunshine and new life mask the itches.

So, for this, I smile at the sun,
grateful for my Spring fever,
and ready for a remedy for this seasonal itch.

NaBloPoMo 2012: November 10th– Once, The Musical

(Today is a Saturday and thus a NaBloPoMo free-write.)

I absolutely ADORE the theater world, and I’m a bit of a Broadway/theater junkie. I’ve been lucky enough to have seen quite a few shows on the great white way, and I’ve seen many other shows in local community theater productions. I find the theater world to be breath-taking, and, although I love all theater productions, musicals are my absolute favorite. There’s something so beautiful and compelling about hearing a story through music. Today, I had the privilege of seeing the Tony award winning musical Once, a beautiful story that tells a love story through music in Dublin, Ireland.

My family and I went to see the play to celebrate my Grandma’s birthday, and I wasn’t sure what to expect. The name of the play sounded familiar, and, after seeing a commercial for the play on tv, I remembered why: I’d actually seen the movie last year. I had rented it from the redbox machine when it first came out, and I loved the movie, until the ending. Then I blocked it out of my memory because the ending left me feeling very upset. (I’m not spoiling it for you, don’t worry.)

The film was beautiful, but the ending really frustrated me.

In the theater today, I wanted to cry. Everything about the play was beautiful and unique. One of my favorite features of the theater was the fact that the stage was actually a bar, and theater-goers could buy drinks ON STAGE before the show and during intermission. I thought that was a really cool way to form a connection with the audience, and it really added to the feel of the play.

The play itself only had one set, but the lighting, props, and sound effects worked with the imaginations of the audience to create another world. As someone who used to work sound effects and lighting in school plays, I really appreciated the thought put into the details of the setting of the play.

The music was beautiful and stunning. All of the actors and actresses played instruments at some point, ranging from guitars and pianos to accordions and melodicas (a piano/ woodwind combo). The singing was powerful, strong, and simply stunning, and each song told a new tale. I have a HUGE respect for anyone with musical talent, and I find even more respect for Broadway actors and actresses. The Once cast blew me away– they were able to sing, dance, and play instruments simultaneously. It was mind blowing.

Each song, even the few sung in Czech, were brimming with such raw emotions and feelings. I felt as if I was present in Dublin and observing a story unfold in my favorite pub. Most importantly, the songs revived my heart and emotions. I’ve been a bit skeptical of love and relationships in the past year as I’ve occasionally dabbled in the dating world, and, as cheesy as it sounds, Once made me want to open my heart and mind to love again. There’s something wonderful about a musical that makes you feel warmth, love, coldness, skepticism, innocence, hope, despair, and familiarity all at once. In the car ride home, my family was discussing what the title of Once could mean, and I really do believe the play makes you experience so many things at once that it’s a once in a lifetime moment and feeling.

If you are able to, I highly suggest seeing Once. It’s easily become one of my favorite musicals, and I suspect I’ll be singing along to the cast recording for weeks.


“Falling Slowly” being recorded in the studio


“I wrote this song for all of us here ’cause to live you have to love.” “Gold”

A Room of One’s Own

During BlogHer12, for the first time since May 10th, I experienced one of the most blissful feelings in the world:

I had my own room again.

I stayed in the Wellington Hotel for only one night, and it was absolutely wonderful. I hadn’t planned on staying in a hotel during the conference until a few weeks prior to BlogHer, as I planned on staying with a friend in Brooklyn the entire duration. When it came down to it, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome with that friend, or get to his place super late since he had to work early the next morning, so I splurged for a one night getaway in the city.

The Wellington was wonderful.

Check in was at 3, but I arrived around 12 to drop off my suitcase. They checked me in early AND upgraded me to a room with A KING SIZED BED. For someone who has spent the past 2 years sleeping in a dorm extra-long twin sized bed, and then going home for breaks and sleeping in a twin-sized bed in a room she shares with her teenage sister, this was GLORIOUS.

Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy annoying my baby sis and sharing a room with her, but it was such a nice, inexplicable feeling to have my own room again. I could come and go as I pleased. If I wanted to go to bed, I didn’t have to worry about bothering her (or her still being up). I could sing as loudly (and badly) as I wanted in the shower. (I can’t do that while at home, unless I want my family teasing me. I sound like a dying cat getting run over by a 18-wheeler when I sing…on a good day.) I GOT A KING SIZED BED TO MYSELF. The pillows were magically perfect. The mattress was bliss. I could flop around like a fish out of water and still barely mess up the sheets. (I usually end up re-tucking in my sheets at least once a night.)

Seriously, the first night of BlogHer12 was BLISS.

(I spent the rest of my weekend staying with a friend and Brooklyn, and his bed was pretty comfy too. But nothing– NOTHING– compares to getting your own king sized bed and hotel room to yourself.)

Also, the hotel I stayed in is apparently where Borat stayed.

Very nice.

Until I write a series of posts dedicated to BlogHer12…

Here’s a small glimpse of what the experience included.

-GingerSass went to Ginger’s Bar (like you didn’t see that one coming!)

-chilling with the Jimmy Dean sun

-running into Dani Shay outside of the Hilton where the conference was held and having a discussion about blogging, MySpace, and AfterEllen

-meeting the Lorax

I had an amazing time, and I honestly don’t even know where to begin writing about it!

Looks like I made it…

I’ve been a busy (wifi-less) bee since arriving in NYC for BlogHer12 yesterday afternoon! This is a brief post just saying that I made it, I’m having the time of my life, and I’m in love with BlogHer!

I’m not going to blog about my experiences until I have time to think and gather my thoughts, but until then I’ll leave you with this lovely gem from my train ride in to NYC yesterday. FYI… NJ Transit lied. BlogHer ’12 is anything but Hell. <3