I started off the day be being not accepted into CantoMundo, which marks the third time I have applied. I'm not sure how to feel about this. It makes me question my poetry, or more so what others think of my poetry. I get a lot of support from local writers, and I am thankful, but wish it was different. I will probably apply again, but I have become disenchanted with the process and group. I'm sure I would feel differently if I was selected, but when I see many others who deserve this opportunity more than I do, and do not receive it, I begin to wonder. I don't have much time to be sad because I will be presenting at the NACCS conference in San Antonio soon and besides that I have work and teach.
So, I have tried to enjoy today as best I can and continue to initiate a change within me that creates results and creativity. I haven't done well working on my manuscript or new poetry, and I have bought films and records I said I would look over. Oh, and the numerous books I buy. Those are still unused. So, I'm trying to change that somehow because a few friends are able to maximize each hour they have. On the other hand, I feel like I don't do much. This post is horribly emotional. *l*
Well, let's end this soon, but not before I explain the picture above. This is a scan of "Transit", a film I bought some time ago and I began watching as I cleaned my home office. After much neglect my office became a pile of student works, and old projects. *I hope I didn't lose Juan Ochoa's cards* Anyways, the movie was background noise and it helped me cross off a movie from my "must watch" list.
The Review:
If it weren't for the constant cliches, this film would be much better. That and the lighting in some places as well as bad audio. The best part was the tagging. The ending was typical. Yet, I didn't hate this film because I have seen much worse on a larger budget. Transit attempted to make a statement but I don't see much difference. Yes, this film was 2005, so perhaps it was relevant then, but what insight did this film actually give into a tagger"s life? Not much besides the common barrio story and being pulled in by friends while everybody else knows what is right.
that's it for me. i have to work on some questions for the conference.
let me know what you think.
-ic
So, I have tried to enjoy today as best I can and continue to initiate a change within me that creates results and creativity. I haven't done well working on my manuscript or new poetry, and I have bought films and records I said I would look over. Oh, and the numerous books I buy. Those are still unused. So, I'm trying to change that somehow because a few friends are able to maximize each hour they have. On the other hand, I feel like I don't do much. This post is horribly emotional. *l*
Well, let's end this soon, but not before I explain the picture above. This is a scan of "Transit", a film I bought some time ago and I began watching as I cleaned my home office. After much neglect my office became a pile of student works, and old projects. *I hope I didn't lose Juan Ochoa's cards* Anyways, the movie was background noise and it helped me cross off a movie from my "must watch" list.
The Review:
If it weren't for the constant cliches, this film would be much better. That and the lighting in some places as well as bad audio. The best part was the tagging. The ending was typical. Yet, I didn't hate this film because I have seen much worse on a larger budget. Transit attempted to make a statement but I don't see much difference. Yes, this film was 2005, so perhaps it was relevant then, but what insight did this film actually give into a tagger"s life? Not much besides the common barrio story and being pulled in by friends while everybody else knows what is right.
that's it for me. i have to work on some questions for the conference.
let me know what you think.
-ic