Words and Wisdom

The power of spoken word is unnatural. 

My love of spoken word and written works brings up a common question that I can never find the answer to .

Which is more powerful: The man with the pen who writes the words that move others hearts or the man who can transform those words into something tangible, be it music, spoken word or what have you.

They both have their strengths.

Words turned into sounds is the biggest benefit to the  stubborn or unwilling reader. People who claim not to have time to read the words can have it flow into their minds another way. This is usually more opportunistic since the written work can be remade into a melody or a theatre act or a television show to reach a broader audience. Basically, sound an visual gets points for broader appeal.

However, when something is written out, as the reader you have the opportunity to experience the situation however you feel. It can be something as little as pronouncing a name different or placing yourself in the story. Each reader becomes their own author.

There will probably never be a solid answer. What i the point of art if no one can hear it? But what are they hearing if no one is creating the art?

-Peace

Self-Evaluation: The Interactive Blogger

When you think of a blogger, the first naive thought that comes to your mind may be an extreme. What first came to me was some sort of nerd who gets paid by the hour to sit in his house, probably unwashed, and input information into the computer. For a better image, picture Sandra Bullock from The Net to get a better idea.

Well this image is the FIRST thing to go when someone actually begins blogging or purposely learns about what a blogger does all day. So here are the basics-very condensed.

A- Blogging is usually a movement of love on the writer's part. They are not making big bucks right off the bat unless they start with a major company or have a sweet job. In the end, you need to be able to afford to do a minimum of 3-5 hours of research and then spend another hour or so preparing what you put up fluffed with plenty of related photos and links.

B- Everything I said about Sandra Bullock being a blogger is wrong for one simple reason: you NEED to have a life to be a blogger. No in betweens. Basically, even with the reach of the web, you can only sit on your but at home and read about something before viewers can tell that you haven't actually experienced what you're writing about. Why would I post feedback to what you're writing if every time it is clear you can only relate about as much as me, the commenter, and that is through a computer screen. Whomp Whomp.

So, unless you're lazy. you may have taken a quick scroll down to see if I measure up to the criteria I just laid out. Eh, partially. Everything is written by me and I have experienced them. But I wrote this post hoping it would inspire something in me to be a bit more interactive myself. MAKE something happen.

Any ideas?

The Skin I'm In.

So, a recent trip to the beauty salon provided me with more than the last year's worth of "The Game" reruns and Columbia gossip; I've got a new look. And, as always, with that new look come a few other "looks."

I experiment with my hair often so I'm used to it: arched eyebrows, eyeball exchanges and even rude comments. That doesnt bother me so much, I usually return the stare or laugh it off because I'm starting to get too old to hold grudges. 

Though I've adapted to the outside world, what IS starting to get under my  skin are my own thoughts.

Before I even stepped out of the chair I said to my stylist, " This is ghetto."  My stylist assured me it wasn't and in fact I've gotten positive feedback on it since I left the shop. My point, however, is that I'm not only my biggest critic, but I'm my biggest hypocrite also. I am the first one to point out that someone else is being an "ist" or practicing some sort of ism or stereotype association, but it took that moment in the chair to acknowledge that I place myself into a category before anyone else can have the chance.

As much as I preach acceptance, maybe I need to retire from the pulpit and go sit in the pews for a while.

Church