This didn’t even feel like one whole year already and I still feel wistful.
For those that didn’t know, I made a post last year commemorating Gloria Bland who is my grandmother. She passed away this time last year and it rattled me for a long time. This was someone who I was close to and it came out of nowhere. She died peacefully, but I wished it didn’t happen. After that, I had no more living grandparents. If you’re curious, that’s also my grandfather James Bland who died when I was only twelve years old. As sappy as it sounds, I know Granddaddy was ecstatic seeing his bride once again in the afterlife. I couldn’t stop crying at her funeral and I’m man enough to admit it. During this time, I was in the middle of my big Katauta 52 project and I was devastated. It did force me to honor her. That clock in the video used to belong to her, so that’s why I had it as the main image.
One year later, and I finally beat my own self-constrained challenge. I can’t believe I did this thing for 52 weeks straight on this blog.
It feels invigorating to complete a challenge. I ended it with my soprano ukulele.
This is my penultimate katauta in my year-long project. This time around, I busted out a Tibetan singing bowl to accentuate this poem.
I had this wooden frog help me with this poem. It was fairly traded and handmade.
I uncovered an instrument I haven’t played in years. This is none other than the melodica, ladies and gentlemen. Interesting fact about this instrument: it was also used in the song “Clint Eastwood” by the Gorillaz.
I decided to give myself more constraints by having an entirely alliterative poem with all the words starting with C.
A bad memory flooded in my head today.
This is something I should’ve said to a certain person years ago. Don’t let anyone bully you into silence.
What a peculiar way to place two holidays.
Does one get chocolate and flowers in the morning before getting ash in the evening?
I didn’t have anything written until I was recently inspired. This was a little Katauta about the subversion of being a king. I was highly inspired by Johnny Silvercloud’s article called “Don’t Call Me A King. Let Me Explain.” which was very well-written. I thought I would write and perform something with that same message.
I had a great conversation with my friend Jeannette the other day with how I was able to feel more confident in my interests and how blogging has allowed me to be more assertive with people in regards to my opinions.
The imagery I chose for this poem involves some movies and memorabilia in my small collection even though it’s not all of it. Yes, I also plug my indie film/documentary/world cinema/anime/short film review blog Iridium Eye on there, but it was relevant.
Here’s a list of the things shown in this video:
Haibane Renmei: Hanenone soundtrack
This Is Not a Film DVD
The Place Promised In Our Early Days DVD
Before Your Eyes DVD
Read Or Die DVD autographed by Crispin Freeman
Kimba the White Lion promotional NBC black & white cel featuring Kimba and Claw
Battle Royale Shirt
Interestingly enough, I’ve reviewed all of those thing on Iridium Eye. Just sayin’. Haha!
Hope you enjoyed that poem.
This Katauta is dedicated to my little sister who’s birthday is today.
Happy birthday, Ren!