My four ASL poems titled, "An Amazon", "All Is A Swirl Of Love (String Theory and Bjork)", "Blues", and "Beautiful Days" will be shown at University of Rochester for their Explore the heART of Disorder event. I will translate those original poems into American Sign Language along my original composed electronic music. Two of the poems will have
videos that I made from scratch, projected behind me, during my performance.
Here are the 4 poems that I will perform at U of R.
“All Is a Swirl Of Love (String Theory and Bjork)”
Photons dance through
Space and Time
In pure abstractions.
Invisible energies
Jazz up everywhere
In micro size,
In macro size.
All is a swirl of love.
Just close your eyes and believe.
They are our seas.
They hug us in beams.
Keep us warm and deep,
Always ever changing.
Dimensions morph in and out.
All is a swirl of love.
Touch anything and you will know.
Search inside and you will know.
Vibrating strings are in you.
Stretch from you up to the sky.
Enclose you and the whole time.
Blanket us all into one.
All is a swirl of love.
There is no need to hate or kill.
We are entwined
In micro size,
In macro size.
All connected
By unseen strings
That hold us
Like knots and ropes.
All is a swirl of love.
"Beautiful Days"
Sun rising.
Sun descending.
Winds dance cool and calm.
Clouds and starlights spangle across the skyway.
No fear.
No tears.
Walk through fresh air.
Cheer among friends and workers on jubilant landscapes.
Smooth journeys.
Cool atmospheres.
These are beautiful days.
Vast space.
Vast maze.
Explore ethereal roads of miracles.
Taste the colors of life through an open ocean.
Moon shining.
Moon dimming.
Snow or rain fall rough or kind.
Whirls of change cascade through days and nights.
Groomed paths.
Pools of sighs.
These are beautiful days.
"Blues"
Jailed blues moan beneath my ribcage.
Jam the guitar into the rhythm of the blues.
Join the grooves of melancholy through blue pine trees.
Blue-tinted moonlight bathes me into bluish chill.
A dark blue sea is the loss of pride.
Blow the blue silk smoke over my hair.
Drain some blue dyes out of my heart.
Shed some blue tears into the river.
Dissipate them all into thin air.
"An Amazon"
A steel-hearted gentleman
Grew purple and blue flowers
On her sweet, delicate face.
Her eyes coagulated
Into glass-stones.
Icicles hung from her eyelids.
Crimson cracks split her lips.
Bitter ruby wines dripped
Down into her throat.
Burning coals inflamed her flesh.
Fire flickered wild in her mind.
She slowly walked into a sanctuary
Where water fountains stood.
Poured some water on her face.
Nourished her broken bones.
Mended her broken heart.
The flowers turned into silky pink
On her sweet, healing face.
Her eyes turned gold,
Bright with majestic strength.
She approaches him as an Amazon,
Carrying a steel-laden shield.
She says, "I shall remember.
Your heart was never golden.
You led me into the dark.
Don't forget me!
You sucked my very blood!
You took all the joy from me.
Now I want it back!"
I will also perform up to 2 poems, spoken words and sign language simultaneously, at Bug Jar this Saturday night for the Occupy movements. I will perform a poem that have always been in my head and memorized called "Do Bongo. If time allows, I would perform "Fragile Earth". This is for support toward the Occupation movements and the fight against the 1% greed problems that are going on in this country.
Here are two poems for this event:
"Do Bongo"
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
Racial discriminations are not allowed in here!
Racial discriminations are not allowed in here!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
This ancient drum beat came from the land of Africa!
This ancient drum beat came from the land of Africa!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
The 1% greed is not allowed in here!
The 1% greed is not allowed in here!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
This 99% came from the Occupy Wall Street!
This 99% came from the Occupy Wall Street!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
Do bongo, do bongo, do bongo, do bongo!
Love, peace, and harmony!
Love, peace, and harmony!
Love, peace, and harmony!
“Fragile Earth”
As an alien in a cocoon,
I can see below.
They intermingle like discordant debris,
The thousands of emptied cotton gins.
Down below, they are playing with fire,
Abnormal with sheer insanity.
Blood and pleasures abused,
They turn grass blades into weeds.
Abandoning love,
They rip their hides
As vicious as ludicrous vampires.
They rape water lilies and water
Into rusted-brown oil.
Zeus’s lightning zaps and cuts
Them into broken parts.
They turn their Earth into a shape of the heart
With fragile fractures.
