Posted by: lovelovelove on: April 5, 2009
Stomp is a movie that I first watched back in middle school music class. It’s a very interesting movie because it’s practically the epitome of sound poetry. The artists in the movie take random objects lying about and make the most amazing and in sync music. I talking about dribbling basketballs, shuffling cards, and rattling pots and pans. And each time they have such a definitive rhythm! It’s not just random. You could actually picture a score for this.
Here’s one which they do with brooms (brooms!):
And another one where they use poles:
The kitchen one was also really interesting but I can’t find the link. =/
Posted by: lovelovelove on: April 5, 2009
Born in Trenton, New Jersey in 1954, Hutchinson is a sound artist whose work is internationally known. This is quite the big deal since sound powetry is still at its pioneering stages (if we use an industrial cycle analogy…). Her work has been showcased at international festivals at places such as Europe, New York, and New Zealand.
Her works include music and composition for film, dance, performance and the like. Mer methods includes the use of stories, language, and a mixture of ambient sounds.
Most of Hutchinson’s works are large scale, and she tries to engage as many people into her projects as possible. She’s truly dedicated to what she does, and is innovative as well: one of the things that make her unique is that she spent a chunk of her career singing into a long metal tube that affects the sounds she makes, changing them to art.
Posted by: lovelovelove on: April 5, 2009
Posted by: lovelovelove on: April 5, 2009
There have been lots of research done in terms of music and its ability to increase a person’s productivity and concentration in certain tasks, although no clear conclusion has been achieved. As it stands right now, it just seems as though those who are already reliant on music (and music is a part of their every day life) work better with music, while others simply don’t.
For those who already have music as an established part of their life, it’s only natural that working in a quiet environment wouldn’t suit them. Having beats and rhythms fill your easrs when you walk to school, when you’re on the bus to work, whenever you have free time and you’re not conversing with anybody. Music is part of many people’s background noise, and it’s hard to adjust at the absence of it.
Often people aren’t even paying attention to the words or the music. But rather, its familiar to have sound in the background hta you can just ignore, but you’re subconsciously aware of.
In the same line of thinking, those that normally listen to music will find their concentration weakened at the presence of it. I know that for myself, someone who hardly listens to music – I don’t even have an ipod/mp3/whatever – always get distarcted when I do. If I’m trying to do a math problem and music is there, I find myself concentrating on the words and writing what I’m hearing instead of ignoring it and letting it blend in as white noise in the background.
Also, for those not immune to the affects of rhythmic music, it’s difficult to keep still while something with definitive beat is playing. Techno music, fr example, is impossible to listen to without bobbing your head or moving around.
One of the only types of music that I can listen to without it affecting me much is music without words. This is because I find it very hard to find the passion or the emotion in a piece if I’m not hearing their voices displaying it, or if I can’t see their expressions as they’re actually playing.
An example of a pretty, slow song with words that I can simply never get myself to fade in the background is DBSK’s Love in the Ice. Perhaps it’s because I love the band and can hear the genuinity (<– possibly not a real world but whatever) in their voices as they sing and they do have such beautiful voices. However, I will be the first to admit that had this been just an instrumental that I was hearing through a CD Player, then I could tune it out.
(If anyone is reading this, just watch between 3:39 to 4:15 if you want to hear some real talent. These guys are just so talented in their ballads. ♥)
So yes. I think this is a rather interesting topic of study, but it’s not really… Basically, I think it really depends on the individual and his or her environment and lifestyle. Someone who lives beside a subway station can probably sleep soundly throught the rattling of the wheels on the tracks. But wouldn’t someone who just moved in have difficulty going to sleep?
Posted by: lovelovelove on: April 5, 2009
Yoko Ono is best known as the wife of John Lennon from the Beatles. She comes from a prestigious Japanese family which had almost as much power and money as the imperial family. She grew up briefly in San Francisco because her father was transferred there for business. She returned to Japan when she was 5 and enrolled at the Tokyo Gakushuin University for the elite. She was in Japan during the fire bombs of 1945 and survived. She was the first woman ever to be accepted into the Philosophy Department at the university when she was of age, but she never finisehd her schooling.
Ono returned to America soon after. In terms of her work, she was involved with the art group Fluxus, a group of avant-garde artists. However she soon left the group because she wanted to stay an independent artist, and didn’t fit well with all of Fluxus’ standings. Fluxus was known for their blending of media and “noise music,” which Ono was briefly a part of. Ono’s fate, however, was to be a conceptual and performance artist, and one of her most famous works is Grapefruit, a post-modern book filled with impossible and intangible instructions.
One was also one of the first people to broaden the concept of art to go beyond something that is framed. One of these include her work Painting to be Stepped On, which was basically a balnk canvas which became “art” as people stapped on it and left footprints behind.
Posted by: lovelovelove on: April 5, 2009
Our voice – or rather, our use of it, the way we juggle and choose which tones to use – reflect our personality.
To illustrate, let`s divide all the classes of all the people ever into two extremely wide categories: introverted and extroverted. 
An extrovert is exactly what the name implies: outgoing. From this one word tens of hundreds of different traits van be derived, combination of which are specific to every individual. Friendly, would be one of them, one of the positive ones. Talkative, opinionated, open, communicative, can easily make relationships. Then comes perhaps some of the more negative qualities, such as being obnoxious and blunt, as well as dependency on the outside world. Extroverts are often associated excessive hand gestures when talking.
All these qualities can be present in an extroverted, and these traits are often reflected on their voices.
Extroverts rarely have a soft, meek voice. Their voice may be naturally low or quiet, but extroverts hardly restrain themselves from loud laughter and animated conversation (it would be a good time to mention we`re looking at the very far end of the spectrum here). They are what would be known as social butterflies. But it`s not just the volume of their speech that reflects the personality.
First though, extroverts can be further divided into two (still broad) sub-categories: calm and passionate.
The tones of the subtler extroverts are smoother, lighter, easier. When they speak they speak with confidence. And though we may be able to imagine how a person `speaks with confidence,” it becomes difficult to actually classify “confidence” once it’s analyzed.
Ignoring the facial and body language that is present when one speaks confidently, the voice itself has certain characteristics as well. It’s level, no tremors visible. Confidence should not be mistaken with determination however, especially when writing. Determination implies a harder force behind the words, while confidence is more along the lines of easy, no tension in the vocal cords that might come out in speech.
In the passionate section, the volume factor is more relevant, as is the speed of the words being spoken. In a lack of a better phrase, passionate extroverts have more feeling in their words. There’s greater pitches and ranges to their literal voices and these ranges are constantly in use.
Intoverts are the opposite of extroverts. Where extroverts are socialites, introverts are quiet and often on their own. Introverts are associated with positive traits such as insight, ability of observation, ability to work individually, and focus. Negative traits include weakness in communication and unfriendly impression on others.

Voices of introverts hardly ever draw attention or cause a spectacle. But, once again, we can divide introverts into two, still broad, subcategories which are: shy and anti-social.
(I should also mention that I’m coming up with these subcategories. There are perhaps scientific terms for them, but even after hours of surfing the net, I couldn’t find them).
The shy introverts are often the type who don’t wish to be introverted. They have soft voices as opposed to quiet or calm. Often they are on their own, but not by choice. There is a difficulty in communicating. When they speak there is often uncertainty and nervousness in their voice.
But looking at it in a physical sense (show, not tell!), there is shakiness in their voice, and the flow of words aren’t wmooth, interjected with placeholders such as, “um,” or, “er.”
For the next category, anti-social. Usually this word is attached with a negative stigma, but in the context that I will be using this word, anti-social will simply mean a person who prefers to be alone. They are people who enjoy the quiet and often don’t make the first move in any situation, simply because they would rather not. All this is decided with a rationally thinking mind.
The people who fall under this group don’t have uncertainty in their voices. The voices are steady but quiet, and holds, once again, confidence. To add on in a physical note, there is no hardness or harshness in their voices, the words come out clearly without much hesitation.
It should be remembered however that no single person fits completely into one category. People are unique, and they are a blend of thousands of traits.
However, it is because of the fact that humans have thousands of traits that we have to be careful when writing about them, especially dialogue and our description of how the dialogue is said. Inconsistencies in character are some things that readers pick up immediately, even if its subconscious.
Posted by: lovelovelove on: March 10, 2009
Chilly Girl is a short story by Rebecca Rosenblum, in her short story book, Once. Ms. Rosenblum is Canadian and recieved her Bachelors of English in 2001 from McGill University (I want to go there too! But for something Science related). Then, in 2007, she recieved her Masters of Arts in English and Creative Writing from the University of Toronto. And, might I mention, she’s Canadian! Yay.
I have a great respect for Canadian authors. It’s a strange manifestation of patriotism for my country, I guess.
I quite liked Chilly Girl – it was a rather lighthearted story in comparison to the ones we read before. The main girl’s interesting, even though sometimes the things that she says and the way she behaves is a bit socially awkward. Her behaviour reminded me of Kyle and Jessi from Kyle XY – initially they’re both socially incompetent because their mind teneded to think in terms of logic and math and not people. To a greater degree, the main character in Chilly Girl reminds me of Mia from the Fictionpress story, Abide With Me, who has agoraphobia. Of course, Chilly Girl is no where near as serious and it wa smore for humour than anything else, but it still reminded me of it.
And I like the ending – a hopeful end to a sweet and charming story. I don’t really read short stories much because I love those novels with slowly building plots and character interactions and lot of dialogue, but this was nice.
Posted by: lovelovelove on: March 10, 2009
On the big wall of posters I saw this sign that basically said,
People who litter should be brutally beaten. ♥
I thought that was hilarious because the sign ended with a heart. So I looked up a bunch of other funny signs:





I’m just not sure how many of them are real. xD Photoshop does wonders these days, you know. =)
Posted by: lovelovelove on: March 10, 2009
Between Our Legs is a short story written by Lisa Foad. It’s really… intense and emotionally intricate and made me feel sad the entire time… so naturally I loved it. I guess I’m something of a masochist. Except not really since the idea of pain makes me woozy.
There are so many places in this story where I felt something that I might as well quote the whole story back. But I managed picked the 5 parts that most impacted me, and here they are:
pg. 3
The breese swirled its way round our bare legs, up through our mini-dreses and around our necks. Our teeth chattered. Our nipples poked through thin cotton. We wrapped our arms around the cages of our ribs and cupped our breasts with our hands. We were cold.
I felt… sad. Because the fact is, we females do do this. Perhaps not all of us, but some of us would be willing to walk in the cold to wear that shorter skirt or forego a sweater to wear that new top. This is something that I don’t have anything against because dressing nicely means as much to some as say, reading means to me. And I can totally understand having a big love for something. But the description here is appealing to my sympathetic side, with the use of, “bare legs,” “teeth chattered,” “thin cotton,” and “cages of our ribs.” I thought, I wish that this thing you want didn’t require you to put yourself in a palce of physical discomfort.
pg. 4
But our wars were burning. Something fierce. And in our heads, it was raining. Cats and dogs. So we did what we could manage. We covered out ears. We shook our heads. We shrugged. We tried not to want the things we wanted: to look nice; for someone to look at us nicely; for someone to worry because they cared; to not care either way. No way.
Sad, again, because it sucks that they’d have to be so unsure about something they want. And this want (assuming I’m correct on what this want is) isn’t hurting anybody. And they’re not even sure what they want, exactly, because they’re unsure of how to feel.
pg. 5
Like something was missing: drive or care. Like they’d give up easily. On their studies. Their plants. Their parents. Like they’d been given up on before.
We didn’t give up.
Something about the last line, especially since it’s in the guy’s POV, gave me an… ominous feeling. Like, didn’t give up n what, exactly? And they way that they viewed Sophie and Glo: I couldn’t help but feel that that’s how the rest of the world viewed them too and what they think might be true, but it sucked that no one cared enough to do something about it to make them feel otehrwise.
pg. 7
We had them by the hips. We had them by the hair. We had them by the wrists. They didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to. They dug into us, fingernails searching. Their searching said, Find me. We found them. Hands behind their backs, they didn’t fight back.
There’s just so many things about this that made me feel uncomfortable and slightly sick. The use of “we had them,” implies dominance, some form of physical ownership which Miles and Winston were displaying. And the fact that the girls weren’t fighting back said something to me about their mindset, though I’m not sure exactly what.
pg. 9/10
The difference between the things you want and the things you don’t want is slight. You can have anything you want. Youjust have to believe that what’s happening is what you want. You just have to believe that what you want is what ‘s happening. Or else the entire landscapes lift at their edges.
They have to convince themselves that they really wanted this. But the thing is, they don’t have to convince themselves, not really. They kind of already believed as it went along and that, “yes, I want this.” Because otherwise it’s just one more thing that was beyond their control. This is saddening as well, the fact that they have to believe that they wanted the violence.
This was an interesting read for me because it’s so unlike what I usually read and the characters are so different than me! Some characters I can relate to on almost every level but others, like Sophie and Glo, are like, enigmas. It’s pretty awesome.