Nov 9, 2006
Wrote an interesting little piece in creative class the other day. It was a moment when you hear the characters voice crisply, and it’s more dictation. Especially this, which was an odd mix of slang. Wasn’t sure what I was writing until I looked it over again.
The telephone rang. I looked at the call display to see who it was
“Oh - My - God! Like, you totally won’t believe!”
I saw the number, I saw the name, and yet I sill picked up the phone. Why?
“So Dave went to Lisa’s and totally found her tets up and snoggin Janet. She was like shocked. And he was like, shocked!”
Why? You’d think after a lifetime of listing to your little sister dish all the latest gossip, the voice wouldn’t sound like nails on a chalkboard.
“He asked if he could play too, but she just slammed palm on his specs. I mean, It ain’t pussy foot it they tri’d. But, you need a reboot on her thoughts. I mean seriously - with out her monkey toy it ain’t banana cream; it’s just pie.”
Half the time I had no clue. Where does she get these terms?
“Turns out she’s been fakin his grades for a semester. He ain’t her localhost and she’s changed providers! Hell she’s gone from packet to ping! We are talkin, like some serious backbone overhaul.”
What did she say?
“So, like, he went from hotmail to gmail, re-proped his DNS and is looking for a new server.”
With that she hung up the phone. What did she say?
Jul 25, 2006
Like my previous project, Nick is a poet, I’m starting a new sub-blog called Nick Reviews. This blog is designed soley for my opinions on Movies. I do watch a lot of them, and might have a few words to say about them.
It all came about with a writing exercise for my creative class. We were given the task to write a review. I enjoyed the process, plus I also enjoy giving an opinion without spoiling the movie. There is no need to give the plot away. There are so many other things you can review a movie besides the plot. Acting motivations, cinematography ( if anything cool ), and general feeling.
The whole idea is to improve and tweak my writing style, plus to learn more about the industry. I hope you pop by and take a look.
http://www.whoisnick.com/reviews/
May 4, 2006
I don’t post enough poetry. Last night we had an exercise in class called, ode to spring, and here is the poem that came from it.
A landscape of white desert
Nothing but howling of the wind
being torn by sleeping claws of trees
Each wooden stump a tombstone
engraved “2005 A devoted Mother”
But in this time of rest and death
the sun conspires with
the moon, the sky and stars
And with wiccan like chants
and native tribal dance
they splatter the ground with
a concoction of love
so powerful to wake the infinite slumber
And slowly from faded calling
she claws through the soil
With sweat and ache
her joints pop and muscles shake
Finally she peaks just one finger
above the ground
Above her white grave
And on the fingers tip a bud of pink.
Apr 1, 2006
I’ve been quiet, Mainly because I’ve been in TO working crazy hours in a room they call the “War Room”. With that name, you know it’s going to be crazy. However, A long flight, and I’m back home in Vancouver.
I’m sure I’ve got reams of emails and voice mails waiting, and I’ll get to them, one by one. But in the meantime I’ll share a drunk time poem.
Words flow like Leffe
Sweet with a cinnamon taste
Hints of Valentines
Blurred by consumption
One line dulls the heart
One more the mind
Verse after verse the
Words mix and blur
Eventually
Creating only your desires
My Key and strokes are
Not my own
Until the day after
A trail of garments
And a naked stranger
Under your arm.
Mar 10, 2006
Could be the sleep deprivation. Could be the crazy gene waking up. Who knows. I decided to modernize an old poem about unlikely poets.
I’m A Poet
I don’t know it
My Feet show it
They’re Longfellows
And they smell like the Dickens.
….Boyd!
Oct 31, 2005
I’ve been looking over the past 121 post’s I’ve done. Reading some of the things I’ve tried and some of the topics I’ve tried to discuss. In doing so, I’ve notice that I really do break one of the most cardinal rules of blogging, “pick a topic”. I haven’t done that. I switch backwards and forwards and sway back and forth. In a way it’s similar to my life but really what it is, is my own personal struggle to find my voice.
For bands and musicians, they ship them out to foreign countries where no one in the main market can here them. It gives them the opportunity to play; try new thing; fail and succeed. But I’m not shipping myself to those countries nor do I have a development fund to try some very expensive failures. For me this blog is my way of stretching out and trying.
So although a good blog has a topic, a better one has a writer that the topic resonates with. So for those, like me, that are trying, the only thing you can really do, is keep writing. Eventually the voice will come out loud and clear.
Aug 15, 2005
A nifty community blog. They give you a word and you write about that word for 60 seconds. Then you post it. Easy peasy window to the soul. Give it a shot, why not?
Jul 24, 2005
Wake up caged amungst the lost
Walking through their world
Look at the posters pointing
The way not traveled has
been traveled too much
This world rich with illusion
You think you’re found
You think it’s wise
To walk amongst the found
is not travelling at all
On a pedestal looking up
In your caged Freedom
I’m alive and drentched in
the lonely
The Lonely we are
Jul 24, 2005
Kateri wraps in tight
Holds with might
She’s just fine don’t
mind the sight
Kateri’s got her quill
it’s her thrill
hematic pill
grisly thrill
Jul 24, 2005
Tounge on tounge on
Cheek to cheek
Dripping with mataphors and
thoughts; ideas
With Intensity
of sweat flying from
Boxers Face
Hit with the glove of
Inspiration
