2 posts tagged “indie films”

It is currently one oh seven, and I have counted the blog entries I'm supposed to have to the ones I actually do, and have come up short. As of July second, I am supposed (emphasis on the word "supposed") to have ten blog entries, and including this one, I have seven.

And so, in order to rectify this amazing mistake, I am going to...

rectify.. it.

Yes.

Moving on.

Let me give you a slice of my life.

(Hence the cunningly and cleverly crafted title of the entry.)

I am seventeen.

I am currently enjoying what is left of my summer vacation and what is starting to become a very enjoyable indie rom-com in which I am currently the co-star.

I'm the host/editor/bumbling creative breeze behind The Poet's Passage Podcast. If it's on the internetz, that's my fault. I am very sorry.

And I am in Puerto Rico.

Sure, yuk it up. You'll laugh now because I'm on a ridiculously small island that has a ridiculously high humidity percentage, but when hell freezes over and global warming turns the Arctic Sea into a hot tub, I'll be wearing a wool sweater and going "What?!!?!?! Betch."

Let's see. Most people I meet consider me to be a poet, but I prefer to be labeled as "stable."

My hands don't like being still, and my ears love to hear new and strange things.

My motto has always been : If you love it, set it on fire and then film it and frame the cat.

(I'll get you, cats.)

The wind will shape us.

The wind will make us.

The wind will unravel what we worked so hard to weave.

The wind does not care when it blows your face in my hair, and to the wind it does not matter that your lips are glued to mine. It's so terribly ridiculous.

For a moment there, I forgot how to spell that word.

It's almost 1AM, and sometimes I wonder whether I am writing a blog entry, a poem, a slice of my actual life, or  a piece of fiction. This is one of those times.

Have you ever been watching a movie and found yourself panicking because you don't know how it's going to end?

You know, you find yourself missing the pedictability you set out to avoid by renting an indie film or a foreign movie about cars and you don't knw how to quell the thirst for something mindless? Also, when you don't know how long the movie's going to last and if you'll have to plan your next meal around this spontaneous combustion of cinematic proportions?

I don't know what's going on, only that I am thoroughly enjoying it.