Inkspeak!

I'm going to quote Anneliese on this--

"Just a reminder that submissions for InkSpeak are due this MONDAY the 23rd. You can submit pieces in the picnic basket across from the office, or electronically at InkSpeakmag@gmail.com. Directions for submission are on the FH website, under News/Events. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me, Jenn, or Mary. Encourage anyone affiliated with the college-- students, staff, faculty, alumni, anyone-- to submit. Thanks!"

Monday the 23rd, by the way, is today.

For more information on Inkspeak, as well as an online version, click here! and scroll to the bottom of the page.

Please submit!

Concentrations pt.II

My dreams have been commandeered by insane Nordic musicians galvanizing stages across Seattle. Bass riffs storming the marrow of my bones, vocalists just a hairsbreadth from my face and singing so close I can feel the heat and wetness of their sweat, grasping hands with them for just a split second of forever...all these things have happened to me in the past few months, but not recently, and that’s the painful bit. I miss my Finnish bands, the Norsk and Swiss…

I’ve also been thinking about my concentration quite a bit. Some sort of triumvirate of earth, rhythm and words. The stringing-together of words to imitate—and, essentially, create—life; drumming and rhythm as evokers of emotion and energy. Humans and the planet we inhabit inspire me. A muse birthed from the chiseling of earth and nature by human hands. Inspiration driven by decay, the seasons, a mouse, slow supernovas. Stories written about the current suicide mission of homo sapiens and improv on the drum set that emulates the clicking of beetles. These are the emotions and images and thoughts I want to bring to my concentration.

I remember my writing transition from last quarter: I was so adamant that I’d be studying storytelling through creative writing and percussion . And before that, in spring quarter of my freshman year, I was sure I would use Tolkien as the focus of my drumming and writing concentration. I certainly haven’t lost interest in any of these sparks (I’m avidly following the The Hobbit movie blog and recently memorized Tolkien’s Shadow Bride for Poetry and Sound), but what I’ve come to realize is that I should focus on an idea rather than a singular project (such as putting Tolkien’s wildly complex Silmarillion to percussive song…which would still be awesome). I shouldn’t limit myself. I should become widely versed in a focused area of study (such as words, earth and rhythm) and from there, go crazy (I can probably check that last bit off the to-do list). Of course, come spring quarter, I’ll probably have stumbled upon another epiphany. Doubtless it will still involve words, rhythm and earth.

Even so, my plan is to take the concentration seminar next quarter, to expand my self and my passion. Ultimately, in my collegiate afterlife (and perhaps before), I’ll be an internal, self-sustaining cycle, feeding myself with my passion. My food will be my drumming and my writing (literally, if I manage to support myself with them). And at some point, I won’t be waiting for those Nordic musicians to come to me. I will go to them.