My Voice

I use my voice when I have something I need to say. When it's something that there is no way I can keep my mouth shut. When I have to defend what I believe in, or who I love. I use my voice to express who I am. My voice doesn't care what anybody thinks of it, or how it sounds. Silence, is a mixed bag. It can be good when it has a strong affect, like a moment of silence for those we've lost. Or a moment of peace after something long and stressful. But it can also be a hazard. When you don't agree on something that's life altering, you need to speak up. To defend yourself you need to speak up. Don't make things awkward, make some noise. Don't let things pass by in silence, do something about it. 

Body Text

As I read the assignment, I was pondering what songs, T.V. shows, movies, etc etc relate to the workshop. I came to the conclusion that I should pick a song. Songs are extremely influential in this day and age, and literally everywhere you go you can hear a song. Songs are in the background of movies, in elevators, even as I type this my fingers make a little song on my keyboard. The first song that came to mind, was "I'm a Slave 4 U" by Britney Spears. Obviously the whole song is a sexual connotation. For some strange reason the blog, won't allow me to post the lyrics. The whole song she sings about her sexual infatuation for this person and how "[she] can't hide, [and how she's] not going to fight it." And the title, "I'm a Slave 4 U," all by itself shows she is just willing to give up everything for this guy. The message that has she all has thats worth giving is her body; stress on her only worth is her body. By the lyrics, rhythm, and beat, her interactions with this person seem to be casual and for fun. I'm not here to judge anyone, I've been in the same position once or twice, but I've learned from it. Your body and feelings and mind, are precious, and shouldn't be just simply given to anyone at any moment. You're worth the world, and no boy should ever change that. You need to respect yourself or no one else will. Of course, I love to dance and work out to this song. Its got an awesome rhythm and can really pump you up when you're getting ready to go out. But think about the message Britney's putting out there. And look where she is now.

From the Perspective of a Beauty Head

"I really hope tonight's the night," she thought, as the nice Vietnamese women pushed back her cuticles. Dave and Jenna had dated all through college, were homecoming sweethearts, both presidents of their fraternities. "A perfect New England boy and a lovely California girl destined to be married from the beginning," Jenna decided.

"You should go with Crimson Red for your manicure," said the nail technician.

Jenna nodded slightly, her staple color was pink but perhaps she should mix it up a bit to show her sophisticated side. But did she really care? Jenna was too wrapped up in imagining how the perfect night would play out.

Dave picked her right on time as usual. She felt confident as she slid across smoothe leather of his car. Jenna turned to give Dave a "hello" kiss and she could sense something different about his demeanor. He was nervous, anxious perhaps, whatever it was, Jenna didn't like it. Butterflies arrived in her stomach, accompanied by deafening silence. 

Her nerves cooled as they approached the restaurant where they had their first date. Dave opened the door for her and right there in parking lot, he knelt down on one knee. They never made it into the restaurant. 

Body Video Poem

Words Used:

-simplicity and strength in an eloquent design

-they are alive constantly building and rebuilding themselves

-protective layer

-400 chances to make a baby

-develops into a mature egg

-gene pool

- biological inheritance

-coiled passage ways

-twenty-three chromosomes

-completely new human being

One night, one dance, one perfect dance.

Simplicity and strength in an eloquent design.

I never thought a small instance of pleasure

could turn into the development of

a mature egg. 400 chances to make a baby and that night was mine.

All of these new things I have to think about:

-23 chromosomes

-biological inheritance

-the egg being constantly alive and building itself

This is all more complex than I could ever imagine.

-coiled passage ways into the gene pool

I need to form a protective layer so I can support and nurture this completely new human being.

Hi, I am Catherine!

SIGHT

I see the heat rising off the asphalt on the tennis court. It rises in swirls up into the sky to join the sun that burns my skin.

TASTE

I taste like bitten fingernails. Chomp Chomp Chomp.

SMELL

I smell like an art classroom -- acrylic, guash, charcoal, and clay all mixed together.

TOUCH

I feel like the silky texture of a freshly printed newspaper when you rub your fingers on it and your hand gets covered in ink.

SOUND

I sound like children laughing -- giggles, chuckles, screeches, snorts. 

Response to 11/07/7 Reading

Ideas for literary activism often come to my head, but dancing never crossed my mind. I suppose thats because I usually associate dancing with something inside a snow globe and for yours and others enjoyment. It seems dancing can be associated with so many different things and there are so many different kinds. I guess I never really thought that dancers were sending a message even without talking. A ballerina auditioning for Julliard shows that he or she is dedicated to studying and performing the beauty of dance. A ballerina at the ballet plays the story of the ballet, they display emotions with just the movement of their body. Teenagers at school dances represent them becoming their own person with their own moves and grooves. Words are the dance of someone's tongue. Think of rolling your tongue to make that rolling r's sound. 

I am what I am

I am what I am, and I do what I want. I am a free spirit that you see dancing through a parking lot. I am the zinging feeling you get after a hot shower. I am the pleasing yet undiscovered taste you receive after eating an odd concoction of food. I am the perfect sense you make when you feel like you aren't making any. I am the broken string in your guitar. I am the speck of white in your perfectly painted rainbow. I am the rock, when you are the water. I am the deep resonance in your laugh. I am the first rose bud after a long, cold winter. I am the shatter that breaks the window. I am the eyes in the back of your head. I am the fly on the wall. I am what I am, and I do what I want.