(Both CopperWire's hip hop Sci-fi beats collective app album and Laser Life's creative writing reading series are powerful alternatives to the kind of art experience that separates disciplines whereby the poets only hang with poets or dancers only dance with dancers. By clicking on the respective pictures, check out CopperWire's KickStarter page, my work to resurface New Media Initiative Multimedia Arts Collective and Laser Life's co-organizer Alex Smith's Sci-fi mix media art blog Raised by Wolves. May we live out the Alternatives as we experience it.)
Within the genre of Sci-fi, one has the chance to express out-of-this-world questions, dreams, thoughts, wishes and desired experiences. It took me until hours before the reading to realize that for the past year, Sci-fi was my mode of expression all along--the Astroplane on which I most comfortably rollerblade.
I thought I had nothing to say; and when I did, it did not authentically reflect me. Here I found a place for my mystical thoughts, speculation and the desire to paint that all over me--this flash of enlightenment on the very day I was to preform.
You are in for a treat. Check out my reading at the Laser Life show at the A-Space in West Philadelphia last Friday night. Below is one of the poems I read.
I know many of my friends wanted to be there. Glad I was able to record it for those that missed the show.
(part of Dead Cat in My Streets Series)
By Shayna SheNess Israel
That fence had iron bars
As wide as a sideways child
Two sisters thought as they filed
Shoulders first onward, afar
There was nothing said of exploring
Deft voyagers soar knowing this not of themselves
Sent to fetch laundry & to the store for things
Pondered passage & left coconut milk on shelves
"See this rock; a jagged tooth
Climb this tree; I bet you two
Watch, fire from sticks & spinning scissor kicks
Shh, stand over here; remember, they can see down this ditch"
They estimated twenty minutes perfect
How to delay dryers & disperse grocery store lines
How to create a diversion, how to play with time
Ways to have escapade & house chores checked
In this ditch, they combed thru grass
Tapped a maimed sparrow & scrambled
Clutching arms, they walked back like mistrustful cats
Twisted & gulping, must’ve tried flying fell out a nest they gambled
Returned with milk, fresh linen & exact change
Coyly tipped to their rooms & unwrapped the sparrow lamed
“We shall nurse it in this draw & tomorrow return it to its nest.”
Three explorers in flight never having pondered death
© copyright 2012
Shayna S. Israel is an educator, organizer, artist (poet/rapper) and founder. It is her passion for social justice and commitment to constructing spaces for womyn to develop leadership, networks and distinct voice that threads her various commitments.
This blog is to share daily writings as a way to make space for and honor creative voice.
I draw inspiration from daily happenings, news media, history, special events and whatever my heart desires.