a Night of Pomp & Poesy

So... I just hosted the Northfield Branch Relief Society's Enrichment activity entitled : a Night of Pomp & Poesy..... yeah, that's right, we had a poetry night as a Relief Society, because when I am in charge, we don't do lame things. After studying some Angelou, Ginsberg, Auden, Simic, and some of my other favorites (Jamie Kay was also so kind as to share some fabulous German poetry with us), we embarked on the task of creating our own poems through a series of games. The first was a take-off of magnetic poetry, where we were given sheets full of words and asked to cut and paste a poem out of it. Here is what I came up with:

Hollow Blood
by Hannah Hinckley

yellow ache
doesn't shout,
climb, steal, show or drift.
it is a rough, essential blow;
as spare as dust.
dig, cut
bone. rise small instead--
defying hurt through hollow blood.
oh devour chaos, taste rampant
longing, chilly and definite.

Next, we all drew slips of paper with topics written on each one. We were not to share our topics, but begin a poem by writing one line related to that topic. We then passed our papers around and each member of the group wrote one line of each poem, based on what other people had written. Here are some we came up with, remember each line has a different author.

Topic: Swimming in a lake

Barely visible beneath opaque waters,

my feet are treading.

with lightning steps,

men sing songs of glory.

No progress is truly made,

but my feet continue on

wading, wading, the occasional

splish, splash through the milky lake.

A pounce and snatch

wings of freedom give me life.

I fight away dark night,

and let the warm waters

consume and cajole my tingling

skin.

Topic: A first kiss


I don't remember his name
but that doesn't necessarily mean anything.
At least not to me.
For prey has no name.
Whispering tales of love,
He is remembered for walking uncharted paths
ones we soon mapped out together,
with looks, touches, mouths, our
longitudinal guide.
With speeds unmet
Breathing new life into me
And then we move on, two separate lights
to find another with which to burn.


Topic: My favorite animal


The tiger's eye sees
dreamy eyes weeping
their bright light draining into the dark night
a rush- a rumble- quick start, his eyes
notice all from within the forest.
Slow breath before the race.
Fire burning cain of water
The fury flows into the night
because he knows, down to his spine
and vertebrae, that he is not alone.
Flash. He has won.

Topic: What I dreamed last night


Blackness surrounds body's
Lifeless slack form
an eerie presence lingers before
the supine figure, not willing to leave him be.
But an untamed hunger calls.
Falling star give light to paths
the eternal way must be entered.
The gated junction between worlds
can shiver-- indistinct.
With claws that tear
Darkness gives me a peaceful sleep.

Well, those were some of the very silly fruits of our evening of pompous poetizing.... we really did feel very accomplished and literate.

this just seems like alot of work

Congratulations to me, the semester is over and done with....not without some blood, sweat, and plenty of tears though. The semester brought some unexpected and unwanted events, but also alot of growing opportunities. I got released from being the gospel doctrine teacher...but now I am a counselor in the Relief Society presidency...guess that means I have to stay awake during relief society...haha. I took a spin class this semester, and actually enjoyed it...although the instructor was the most gosh awful chipper person I have ever met...like she had sunshine coming out of her bottom...which was mega irritating early in the morning (along with the horrible country music she would make us listen to). I ended the semester in drawing with a series of obnoxiously large charcoal drawings of things like slugs and bananas....interesting to say the least; and in painting I finished with a very rushed series of bird paintings.

On a less positive note, I have been going to therapy (both group and individual) and am being treated for an eating disorder...not the funnest way to start out your summer.
But hopefully this will be just what I need to get me feeling tip-top so I will be able to go back to Virginia in the fall. And I would also be remiss not to mention the generosity of my mother for giving me a nook-work area in her studio. Thanks mom! (And she let me tag along to her blog get-together and I got to meet one of my fiber heroes Mimi Kirchner)

All in all I am feeling that in these crappy times... it can really only get better from now on, because if I haven't hit bottom this year, I don't want to go any further in the wrong direction. I am ready to move forward and stop being controlled by my problems.

sometimes force is necessary.

A drawing class and a painting class this semester are the perfect means for some forced creativity. A semester away from studio classes has left my critical-eye partially shut, and I am working to re-open it. A return to painting feels necessary and vital. Hopefully the good-vibrations that come when holding the paintbrush will translate into a more secure state of well-being.
Along with much needed diet and Jillian Michaels, I am shedding pounds and shedding the sadness of an unfortunately chemically-imbalanced brain. I am ready to look in the mirror and see myself again. And I know that a forcing myself to return to old-Hannah activities is a way to bring her back to the surface.

some work in progress:

Desire Paths

Architecture does its best to plan for the many directions people want to travel. With sidewalks, hallways, walkways and many other features to ease the process of getting from place to place, architects subtly guide people through the paths of their own intentions. But unfortunately for those careful mathematicians, people do not always stick to the carefully kempt path or sidewalk.

Desire paths. We have all seen and used them. When we cut across a lawn or round a square corner, we are creating a path: one not subject to the intentions of an architect but a path formed from our desire to get somewhere in a way design, or land does not intend for us to go. Your homework now is to seek out the desire paths around you, to find them and appreciate just why they are there.

I have long believed in the notion that sidewalks are oppressive, but was never quite sure why I felt this way. Sure, sidewalks are easy, but is easy and accessible always best? Do I want to always follow the docile path created for me? No. I most certainly do not. I have a rebellious spirit in me, that distinctly dislikes being told where to go and what to do. This is sometimes to my detriment, but I have learned to embrace the good things this has given me. This independence has helped me form of my life my own desire path. I know where I want to go, and I know how I want to get there, and though it may feel like I am working agaisnt the current right now, I know that I am headed in the right direction.

And along my path, I will leave my many marks, because I want to be surrounded by more than a cement sidewalk. Here are some recent marks along my path:

Blog Sabbatical Over

I may have barely come out alive, but the school year is finally over. Now on to the ever-stimulating summer pastime... the Family Swim School. At least I always have a place to come back to, is what I keep telling myself, but judging by the success of my collegiate career, I may not be leaving anytime soon.

So here is how the story goes. I am excited to go to school and to devote my time to learning and pursuing the things I love, but then in a predictable twist of fate, I find that I am not a functional person and I struggle to do just that: function. A no-go though (at least I can rhyme). So I come out at the other end sad, exhausted, fat, and with a horrible GPA.

I have always worked very hard in school, but I have always had success. I didn't think it was possible for me to fail at something I put every effort into, as cocky as that sounds. But I did. Sure I laugh it off, and make fun of the thirty pounds of joy that have come back with me from the experience, but I am still hurt by the feeling of failure. I don't know what reality I was living in, but I thought that I would be exempt from this. I was wrong.

As our dear pal Lucy would point out: "See this face? This is a failure face. It has failure written all over it"

But even though the experience has left a bitter taste in my mouth I think it was necessary. I am proud of surviving as long as I did and thankful to all of the people who helped me do it. I made wonderful and important friendships that have been more healing than any drug I have been prescribed. I have had a mother who has had to deal with the most high-maintenance college student in the history of man, who calls at least once a day needing a significant dose of mom pep-talking. I have a dad who sacrificed having a car for a year so that I would be able to have an easier time adjusting to the middle of nowhere, and who also financed this expensive flop and now doesn't even get the good-student car insurance discount. Ouch.

This chronicle of my collegiate time thus-far may seem like a horrible failure to the empirical on-looker, but I have now decided to count it as my most painful and necessary success.

And we actually did have some fun.

VIVA LA FRIDA!

So it's halloween-- and i love any silly excuse to dress up. I already had my first halloween party (dressed up with some friends as the spice girls--i was Ginger-it was a little scandalous but hilarious--anyways--no one needs to see pics of that) but tonight was my ward halloween party, and i was not at all intending to dress up-- but like ten minutes before it started, i decided to venture into my closet and see what i could muster up. As many people know-- i am mildly obsessed with Frida-- and so the choice was fairly simple. I think considering the time constraints I did very well. Viva frida!!!!

Napoleon of the Stump.

Oh politics. Oh this lovely nation. Oh the retardation of certain vice presidential candidates. Here is my reply to the completely frustrating ploy in last night's debate by Palin to distract us from the fact that she does not know what the hell she is talking about.

Palin is just an extension of the Wal-Mart, Nascar fan, ignorant consumer culture (or lack of culture) that is engulfing America today. Environmentally speaking (apparently she loves the arctic--but no where else) she has absolutely no idea what she is talking about.It's called ecological consequences folks. Nothing comes for free and every decision we make will ripple into every other facet of living and the environment. It is sad that after all of these years we are still ignoring Rachel Carson and Aldo Leopold--we are exempt from the rules the rest of the world must live by because we are 'patriotic Americans'. Americans need to suck it up and deal with the fact that we live in a world much bigger than Wal-Mart, our Honor Roll student,and our monthly Book Club. Palin is a classic case of the disease of ignorance that is consuming our nation. I don't care if it changes your behavior, just get a reality check and know what the heck you are talking about when it comes to the world at large. Our poo stinks just like everyone else's and there is nothing more patriotic than the peace that comes from understanding and accepting that. I love America and am blessed to live here--blessed to have the opportunity to make this nation great as a part of the planet on whole. With the blessings of living in this country with so much knowledge,opportunity, and resources at our disposal, it is our duty to utilize all that we can not to lord over the world with a manifest destiny-like zeal for imposing democracy, but to first clean up our act and make our nation an example others will be proud to follow,and to help them do it. Palin needs to get out of her beauty queen Alaskan bubble, learn about the real world, and stop winking at the damn camera.