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.
This was a bit of fresh air for me.
I can’t believe that after one year of writing and filming my Katauta 52 videos, I completed my challenge. I’d like to thank anyone that has followed this year-long challenge.
So what do I do next?
That’s a good question.
I know what I want to do next for the Ospreyshire project, but I’m keeping that under wraps.
For my other projects, I want to release some of my written works that I’ve worked on for four years and to write more reviews fro the various movies and anime I watch.
Hopefully, things go well here.
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.