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application:
basics:
_name, age, location
Devon (pronounce it Devin), 17, NY
_picture
art & literature:
_name a musician [or group] who has effectively changed your perspective or expanded your thinking. include lyrics that bear some significance to you, and describe their representation of your ideas & emotions.
Pink Floyd. I used to sit infront of my computer screen for hours and hours writing analyzation essays about Pink Floyd concept albums. Roger Waters is poetry in motion. Collaborated, Pink Floyd celebrates intellect of the seventies in a progressive fashion. The Floyd's albums have expanded my horizons on issues concerning conformity, isolation, every day life, war, and politics. Their lyrics are meaningful to me and represent a side of musical expression that is like no one elses.
& as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend
& finally I understand
The feeling of the few
Ashes & diamonds
Foe & friend
We were all equal in the end
; Pink Floyd- Two Suns in the Sunset
"Two Suns in the Sunset" haunts me every fucking day. It's about a car crash. The feelings that a father, with two children in the back seat has before he crashes. It is atomic in a sense and overall untouchable. It sums up a lot of my ideas.
_explain, in depth, a particular work of art that you find meaningful, and its importance to you on a personal level. Kaddish is a poem by Allen Ginsberg. I was in a rehabilitation center at one point of my life and I remember thoroughly reading this poem every night. I was depressed. This poem was the only thing that gave me feeling at this point in time and nonetheless, it symbolizes a lot that went on my life that year.
_construct the following lists to embrace works of sentimental value:
_movies/directors
A Clockwork Orange by Stanley Kubrick. It's mind-boggling, and that is what I value in movies. I think that Kubrick was before his time with this film. He transformed Burgess' ultimate work into visualization that inspired generations for years to come. This is more than I can say for many directors.
Frank Zappa's 200 Motels. It is an interpretation film about how touring can make you crazy. The plot is simple, but the structure and scenarios of the film are amazing. The plot was written to be based upon events of the band, The Mothers of Invention's every day life. Zappa created confusion for the viewer by giving each scene just the right touch of insanity. It is genius.
Pink Floyd: The Wall by Alan Parker. The Wall is basically the mother of concept albums. It discusses and respectively argues conformity, isolation, war, and religion. The film itself portrays the lives of two members of Pink Floyd. One being Roger Waters, and the other being Syd Barrett who was dropped from the band in the mid sixties after sending himself into a void of narcotics and isolation. The Wall had made me question a lot of things that go on in the world, and it was a big slap in the face for me, if you will.
_books
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. Much like the film, it deserves respect. Burgess had transformed this book into a sequence of morals and angst. Burgess had created his own universe with this book. He used Russian influence for language, and musical aspiration for much of the creation. He simply stuns me.
Reality Sandwiches by Allen Ginsberg. Ginsberg used this book of poetry, scribbles, and sestina to compare everything to a Reality Sandwich that someone will eat at a Naked Lunch. His interpretation of life is immaculate.
Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. This is Burroughs outlook on the drug paraphernalia of the psychedelic era. For me, this novel is like putting four engines into one automobile.
_authors
Neil Gaiman. His work is the fantasy that I have never experienced in my own life. The imagery he uses creates this fashion of underground surrealism. He is the Stephen King of the modern age.
Jack Kerouac. Need I say more?
Also: William S. Burroughs, Anthony Burgess, Neal Cassady, William Carlos Williams, & Allen Ginsberg among others.
_items
A pen. Not a specific pen, just any pen really.
My glasses. I can see very well without them, but when I put them on I feel like I'm getting a better defining outlook on the world.
My keyboard. She's emotional, like me.
personal & political:
_what is one social ill you wish you could change and why? how does this affect you in your daily life, or in the lives of those around you? I want to change the process of the Department of Social Services. It's bull shit. In all honesty, I've been there, done that. It has come to my attention that unless you have four or more children, no job, and no financial support you can't be helped. Social Services is giving income to women who are having children for that purpose. It makes me sick. These women don't even look for employment. It's a disgrace that our society should even focus on this type of person.
_who or what has most inspired your intellectual growth and why? Experience is one thing that has intellectually inspired me the most. The harsh shock of reality first settled in with me when I was about ten or so, and I despised it. Over the years, I've realized what I have and what I don't have. I have mapped out every aspect of my life and decided that if I didn't suffer, I wouldn't be who I am today. I like who I am today.
_do you feel that you are prejudiced? I like to think not. Is my liking necessarily reality? No.
_do you think it is necessary to be politically correct in a learning environment? a working environment? I think it's good to have an idea of what's going on in specific environments. This need not apply to everyone. I think it's best if someone sets their own standards with being politically correct, but at the same time give into the mass and open their eyes to different ideas and views.
_in our generation, who do you feel deserves recognition as a genius, and why? what characteristics do they possess that are definitive of this title? Anne Waldman. She has lived thru generations and sequences of America and written it all down into sestina and prose. She is a guru, a teacher, a poet, a genius in my eyes. Her eyes tell the story of hippies on methodrine and peace rallies. It's insane. She has conquered anthology.
free expression:
_describe your greatest passion in life. Writing. I am just one big run on sentence. I want to stay up all night counting stars, and write poems on someone's skin. It's just passionate to me.
_describe yourself in ten adjectives - five positive traits, and five character flaws. Poetic, blunt, artsy, critical, indefinitude, clumsy, agressive, raging, lazy, & sleepy.
_insert a picture, poem, letter, or paragraph that is symbolic of your personality.
This is a poem I wrote. I like it- but you don't have to. It's just me.
Fragmented. Incline sky narcotic reaching back to touch pores of the mass. This is cocaine. Equation limbo between oceans of ink. There is progress; sketched out of white iris and bleeding heart, mountains fall as motion is of vibrant and mechanical water color. And I swim.
Rhythm exploit! Sunlight falls into corners of decade and the cycle continues. Street light structure determines the consistence. Fashion of the elaborate twenty four hours, seven days a week, and the poetry is eluding. I am the moment you have been waiting for to destruct the numb eloquence of matter. Sequences of time and space have provided the radio with another song.
Unruly in gracious barriers that could only be seen by the invisible. The seperations hurt me while I lounge under twilight screaming in five different directions of Heaven. The stars disown me as I am this poem and I hear myself in every speaker and every crash of the ocean as it spreads out over white sand to touch the afterglow of a lost gaze expired 200 years back.
Burning Paris' last book as I cross the cycle and watch generation collapse into the void that I can determine as a crack in pavement that I will one day have a conversation with as I can call it mathematics and draw the fractions and dividends in chalk upon black silk road that an empire fell asleep upon and the tune was like thunder as I lie there still not speaking to anything but my skull and everything that becomes a ship wreck in my velocity with the burning still in mind the cycle is destruct and I can sleep as I did before my humming was interrupted by some song they played on the radio as your shadow fell into the autmobile and every busy street in any city like Paris I am the eternity of this sentence as I watch the world fall into naught and I hum once again from the other side I sleep with eyes of dust and generosity
i'm stamped already.
application:
basics:
_name, age, location
Devon (pronounce it Devin), 17, NY
_picture
art & literature:
_name a musician [or group] who has effectively changed your perspective or expanded your thinking. include lyrics that bear some significance to you, and describe their representation of your ideas & emotions.
Pink Floyd. I used to sit infront of my computer screen for hours and hours writing analyzation essays about Pink Floyd concept albums. Roger Waters is poetry in motion. Collaborated, Pink Floyd celebrates intellect of the seventies in a progressive fashion. The Floyd's albums have expanded my horizons on issues concerning conformity, isolation, every day life, war, and politics. Their lyrics are meaningful to me and represent a side of musical expression that is like no one elses.
& as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend
& finally I understand
The feeling of the few
Ashes & diamonds
Foe & friend
We were all equal in the end
; Pink Floyd- Two Suns in the Sunset
"Two Suns in the Sunset" haunts me every fucking day. It's about a car crash. The feelings that a father, with two children in the back seat has before he crashes. It is atomic in a sense and overall untouchable. It sums up a lot of my ideas.
_explain, in depth, a particular work of art that you find meaningful, and its importance to you on a personal level. Kaddish is a poem by Allen Ginsberg. I was in a rehabilitation center at one point of my life and I remember thoroughly reading this poem every night. I was depressed. This poem was the only thing that gave me feeling at this point in time and nonetheless, it symbolizes a lot that went on my life that year.
_construct the following lists to embrace works of sentimental value:
_movies/directors
A Clockwork Orange by Stanley Kubrick. It's mind-boggling, and that is what I value in movies. I think that Kubrick was before his time with this film. He transformed Burgess' ultimate work into visualization that inspired generations for years to come. This is more than I can say for many directors.
Frank Zappa's 200 Motels. It is an interpretation film about how touring can make you crazy. The plot is simple, but the structure and scenarios of the film are amazing. The plot was written to be based upon events of the band, The Mothers of Invention's every day life. Zappa created confusion for the viewer by giving each scene just the right touch of insanity. It is genius.
Pink Floyd: The Wall by Alan Parker. The Wall is basically the mother of concept albums. It discusses and respectively argues conformity, isolation, war, and religion. The film itself portrays the lives of two members of Pink Floyd. One being Roger Waters, and the other being Syd Barrett who was dropped from the band in the mid sixties after sending himself into a void of narcotics and isolation. The Wall had made me question a lot of things that go on in the world, and it was a big slap in the face for me, if you will.
_books
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess. Much like the film, it deserves respect. Burgess had transformed this book into a sequence of morals and angst. Burgess had created his own universe with this book. He used Russian influence for language, and musical aspiration for much of the creation. He simply stuns me.
Reality Sandwiches by Allen Ginsberg. Ginsberg used this book of poetry, scribbles, and sestina to compare everything to a Reality Sandwich that someone will eat at a Naked Lunch. His interpretation of life is immaculate.
Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. This is Burroughs outlook on the drug paraphernalia of the psychedelic era. For me, this novel is like putting four engines into one automobile.
_authors
Neil Gaiman. His work is the fantasy that I have never experienced in my own life. The imagery he uses creates this fashion of underground surrealism. He is the Stephen King of the modern age.
Jack Kerouac. Need I say more?
Also: William S. Burroughs, Anthony Burgess, Neal Cassady, William Carlos Williams, & Allen Ginsberg among others.
_items
A pen. Not a specific pen, just any pen really.
My glasses. I can see very well without them, but when I put them on I feel like I'm getting a better defining outlook on the world.
My keyboard. She's emotional, like me.
personal & political:
_what is one social ill you wish you could change and why? how does this affect you in your daily life, or in the lives of those around you? I want to change the process of the Department of Social Services. It's bull shit. In all honesty, I've been there, done that. It has come to my attention that unless you have four or more children, no job, and no financial support you can't be helped. Social Services is giving income to women who are having children for that purpose. It makes me sick. These women don't even look for employment. It's a disgrace that our society should even focus on this type of person.
_who or what has most inspired your intellectual growth and why? Experience is one thing that has intellectually inspired me the most. The harsh shock of reality first settled in with me when I was about ten or so, and I despised it. Over the years, I've realized what I have and what I don't have. I have mapped out every aspect of my life and decided that if I didn't suffer, I wouldn't be who I am today. I like who I am today.
_do you feel that you are prejudiced? I like to think not. Is my liking necessarily reality? No.
_do you think it is necessary to be politically correct in a learning environment? a working environment? I think it's good to have an idea of what's going on in specific environments. This need not apply to everyone. I think it's best if someone sets their own standards with being politically correct, but at the same time give into the mass and open their eyes to different ideas and views.
_in our generation, who do you feel deserves recognition as a genius, and why? what characteristics do they possess that are definitive of this title? Anne Waldman. She has lived thru generations and sequences of America and written it all down into sestina and prose. She is a guru, a teacher, a poet, a genius in my eyes. Her eyes tell the story of hippies on methodrine and peace rallies. It's insane. She has conquered anthology.
free expression:
_describe your greatest passion in life. Writing. I am just one big run on sentence. I want to stay up all night counting stars, and write poems on someone's skin. It's just passionate to me.
_describe yourself in ten adjectives - five positive traits, and five character flaws. Poetic, blunt, artsy, critical, indefinitude, clumsy, agressive, raging, lazy, & sleepy.
_insert a picture, poem, letter, or paragraph that is symbolic of your personality.
This is a poem I wrote. I like it- but you don't have to. It's just me.
Fragmented. Incline sky narcotic reaching back to touch pores of the mass. This is cocaine. Equation limbo between oceans of ink. There is progress; sketched out of white iris and bleeding heart, mountains fall as motion is of vibrant and mechanical water color. And I swim.
Rhythm exploit! Sunlight falls into corners of decade and the cycle continues. Street light structure determines the consistence. Fashion of the elaborate twenty four hours, seven days a week, and the poetry is eluding. I am the moment you have been waiting for to destruct the numb eloquence of matter. Sequences of time and space have provided the radio with another song.
Unruly in gracious barriers that could only be seen by the invisible. The seperations hurt me while I lounge under twilight screaming in five different directions of Heaven. The stars disown me as I am this poem and I hear myself in every speaker and every crash of the ocean as it spreads out over white sand to touch the afterglow of a lost gaze expired 200 years back.
Burning Paris' last book as I cross the cycle and watch generation collapse into the void that I can determine as a crack in pavement that I will one day have a conversation with as I can call it mathematics and draw the fractions and dividends in chalk upon black silk road that an empire fell asleep upon and the tune was like thunder as I lie there still not speaking to anything but my skull and everything that becomes a ship wreck in my velocity with the burning still in mind the cycle is destruct and I can sleep as I did before my humming was interrupted by some song they played on the radio as your shadow fell into the autmobile and every busy street in any city like Paris I am the eternity of this sentence as I watch the world fall into naught and I hum once again from the other side I sleep with eyes of dust and generosity