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The Cryptics of Gender Identity

In this study, I was asked to create a protest song/poem reading to address issues occurring around the world. I was instructed to research my own personal choice of topic for this poem. I wrote my own piano melody in order to compensate for enhancing the feelings and emotions in it. This poem researches the various problems with how people judge homosexuality and gender identity. That within both of these categories, I personally believe they are caused by how people identify themselves. There is plenty of controversy about how to define and explain what being a transgendered or homosexual means. And that there are people who believe that they are misguided and confused because they believe that opposing a “natural order” is inhuman and needs to be cleansed. I access these ideas in my song and put myself in the perspective of someone who acts on these beliefs. As an anti-homosexual, their only motive is to justify that their beliefs (opinions) against homosexuality has a real reason, when they are avoiding the simple and only right solution: acceptance. I do this just to see how obviously wrong it sounds. That opinions and beliefs are the cure to eradicate the cause for why people wish to love someone who they believe is different from them in identity, even if their gender is the same. A person born a certain way and identify as the opposite gender is still different from the person they choose to love, because they see themselves as that role fully. And regardless if they cannot reproduce or fit in with society, they are doing nothing wrong. It is as if we are forcing them to be “raped” by telling them it is better to be with a man if you are a woman and vice versa. In the world today, we know there are people who would go to a funeral of a man who was homosexual and call him the devil, and that he deserved to die. People will literally create laws in other countries completely stating that homosexuality and transsexualism is illegal, and you can be arrested and forcefully taken advantage of because they believe it is the cure. They commit suicide because they cannot believe they can go on living with people who judge them based gender. Intersex people are those born with ambiguous genitalia, meaning you are not physically just a male or female. When intersex people are “fixed” they decide that you are a certain gender and doctors literally mutilate infants and determine they are a certain gender based on what they believe is more physically fitting. Then that person grows up and wants to be the gender they were not given and was raised to believe they were something they actually weren’t. Intersex people have just the same psychological influence as a transgendered person and homosexual because they all want to be recognized by people a certain way. And saying they are in-equal and that someone deserves treatment over the other, or that it is their fault and choice, is wrong.

Poem: The Only Difference is You

Full original piano piece I developed:

The only Difference is You

Order is just another name to call practice.
In all the ways we speak, we practice not what we preach,
But by what we claim is order.

Organize, categorize, mobilize
Our ideas
Our beliefs
Our motives

But lest we remember our progress,
We forget what impacts we make
On those all around us.

Hide the eggs and tell them to go looking
So that in the end they can be rewarded.
By showering them with love.
But deny them the privilege to enjoy it.

Raise a child under the dictatorship of your order
To keep them healthy but closed to learning
To accept what they are made with
Not who they think they are

Tell them what to see.
Where to look for the answers.

And you believe there is no disorder in their indifference
Because your solution is that a person can be fixed
If we decide our cure is our opinions

So combine your morals with your actions
Combine your research and your commitment to do good
And tell a man he is not a man
Because of what he shows

Tell him that there is a way to love yourself
Tell him that there is a world of opportunity
Regardless if you were born as something opposite
Of who you are

You were born mishappend
So we fixed you.

You are a woman
So we raped you.

You are misguided
So we teach you

You are confused
So we disagree with you

But remember what you say is because of your order
Because your words turn to opinion
They turn into the sirens that mute all the screaming
When you realize he cannot awake from his dreaming

Asleep he dreamt of awaking from his past
When those voices told him to love because of how you are created
When the creation was based on the order
Of what makes someone one thing or the other.

Is a man a man because he can use you
Or is he a man because he can commit to you

Is a man a man because he can please you
Or is he a man because he can love you.

Tell him there is a way to love himself— because he loves others
Tell him there is a world of opportunity— because he designs it on his own.
Regardless if you evolved from something
Opposite of who you are.

If there is a difference
Tell yourself who to compare to.
Look around you and tell me they are all the same.
Only because they are nothing like each other.

So when you decide they are confused because of their choices
You can realize the cure was acceptance.

You can decide you believe your love is worth it.
You can decide because you believe you are the same.
Even if you believed you were made
As if you were perfect.

The Elements of Poetry

It is said that a painting can share thousands of words and stories. In order to capture this complexity, poetry is formed as a result. The way in which a poem can be written can be teach its story through rhythm, visual formation, word imagery, and pattern. Combining these into a poem, we create poetry that can share its morals through merely a series of words. Manipulating these words to give individualized patterns, which effect the flow of the poem can become representative for comprehending its morals. As a writer, I subjected the factors of building a poem and refer to them as elements. Elements can be described as the essence of something; which leads us to understand how poetry is symbolically built upon elemental use of a subject. In this project, I took the literal meaning of elements and developed a poem describing the particular natural element: water. By conducting research on a painting, I was asked to use poetry to capture the essence of what I feel can be told from the poem. In my first attempt to experiment with this method of describing a visual concept with poetry, I refereed to a famous painting which uses water as an enhancing component. I then developed a quick poem to capture the painting as if it would no longer exist, and only have life through my poem.

I then applied this practice into a personalized formation of poetry, which I was given the opportunity to fully construct in the matter using water. My poetic design was to connect it to myself, and give meaning to water and manipulate its concept to be used metaphorically. In the poem that I wrote, I took the essence of water and incorporated it into the sounds of the words I used, the pattern of word formation, and through the way the words and interact with one another. The water’s significance to the poem is embarked by the journeys I wish to tell as it becomes compounded in the way I developed myself as a person. Water is known to be ever-changing based on its environments, and it has functions that participate in the aspiration to nourish or impact greatly depending on its form. I used water and described it as a resurrected system, meaning water goes through a cycle. This connects to the way I describe who I am, and what I go through as a journey through life and change. I influenced who I am and what represents who I am through the actions I made in life to build on the idea of this water concept.


Toulouse Lautrec (1901) Admiral Viaud
Committing Action
 

The quake of wood that has no roots,

Uplifted from its tousled row.
My eyes release from my body,

Now to drench my dignity.
Water in the shape of guns.

The burden of sound, is the silence that breaks

As it begs for the last breath

Of

Forgiveness.
 

Mier (2007)/WATER/http://fav.me/dtau7m
Formation of a Journey
Evanescent
This presence
Stable scattered passion
Surpass torment succession
Rushing silent freedom
Reveal invisible breath
 

Dissolving
 

The winds
In the water
 

Awaken this inspiration
Fixation on the crystal pane of eyes
Soak the remaining embodied pieces of my wish
Forgiveness of a liar
Painting water
On a blank canvas
 

Condensation with             demanding whispers

Connection for          immovable desires

Metamorphose of               unbreakable bonds
Believe the shattered flesh of my frame
Reinvent manifestation
But let me begin again

Waltz Rhythm: “Letters From a Forgotten Boy.”

Poem and piano music written and narrated by myself, LT.

The waltz music originated in Germany, and influenced many other countries. It was reinvented by many composers and applied in many types of ways, often for dancing. Here, I wanted to match it with the moods and the tones of the words I use, so that each tone you hear can match the types of moods the words establish. This was created to look into psychology aspects and principles in the perspectives of people who have suffered due to losses of any kind, or restrictions. During the holocaust of WWII, many faced the challenges of what occurred during the growth of the Eugenics Movement. Which occurred in Germany, surrounding countries, and even in America. Many people where mutilated, experimented on, separated, and exploited due to their modernized scientific system. These principles do not only apply to this history, but in much of what we see today when it comes to studying human behavior. We reject the beliefs of others because we do not understand them, or we determine intelligence based on the calculations that are easier to handle in large quantum. This was made in order to look into what people can relate to artistically, musically, and mentally when it comes to actually understanding these feelings. Because we still face it even today, in ways you may overlook.

Every aspect of these patterns are justified through the words and sentences I use. They play off of one another just as their format does in the letter-skeleton pattern. This incorporates the elements I want to use for explaining the rhythm and my connections to it; elements are the meanings of words.

Rhythms in music themselves can influence emotional and personal connections, and these the elements I use. Knowing how they are subjected into words, sentences, and their pattern. The piano keys become the appearance and sound, while the words explain them.

The way any person interprets music and its pattern can be given its own meaning, and it becomes the art of conversation. Learning how to connect the way we think to the function of music works develops a heightened understanding of ourselves, and how to brainstorm for successful accomplishment. It allows me to experiment with literature and the functions of words in order to create a meaning following its subject. This is what this study has taught me, and I feel more connected to understanding music for its principles of function, and how it can influence a way of thought. In the culture it was born from, and through its listeners.

Letters From a Forgotten Boy.

Cry.
If not for your life,
Then cry for my sins.
I create your dreams,

For I am the Hands.

Just as hatred breathes love,
Paint me your storm.

Shout.
I reflect the illusion,
Its presence dissolving.
I embrace your pain,

For I am the Lips.

Let your tongue mutter,
Words I taste so sweet.

Question.
What could be,
Why the world wishes to destroy us.
I can be only be what I am,

For I am the Ears.

Be steady not what you hear,
Listen to what is.

Watch.
Brush against the edges of challenge,
Fall into the sea of your goals.
Look up into the clouded sky,

For I am the Eyes.

Let light cast down my joy,
Embrace the smile I give.

I am the Moon.
Show me your stars.

Cover them with mist.

So heart fades into madness,
But with a kiss I hush you into sleep.

For what begins
Another’s end.
Perfection in the eyes of sorrow
Paints only within desire.

For I may be a monster
This love has gone to bed.
My mind of ever spinning cogs
Tell the time ticks to the hour.

Seconds give birth to days
Days kiss the lips of memory.
Emotions that flourished
In remembrance to present,

Now forgotten
Silence my tongue
And bind my eyes.

Steady waters cool my flesh,
Through your reflection cast a shadow
My locks coiled and broken,
My eyes are hollowed pits.

This soul of mine to shatter
Has emptied into my own abyss.

I will forever howl to the sky
That casts light
As it falls to reality.

Of illumination,
Her face without a name
Angel I call
But only I touch the rain.

My hands create perfection,
This art is my keeping
Love grows to dampen the heart,
That I can no longer give.

If not all stars in the sky shine as brightly,
The clock strikes the 3rd
Just after numbers begin to change.

When all is clear your certainty lies
Awake in bed
You gaze at its wonder.

For whom G-d sped to guide,
Ever watching before we walk the earth together
To darken the light of day in life.

All is lost in forgiveness descended.
Based on moral judgment
For my sins wept
As the rain fell from the sky.

Will I lose you
My angel without a name.
Let your death be in peace

Love cannot cradle fate
Be still, my love
Be still
You and I can never be.

The Way We Change

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Persona
Embodied Metamorphosing
Experience Develop Challenge
Or wander alone divided
Union

Music Through Writing

How can anyone develop music that challenges the general understanding that music has to be heard by the ears?

What I noticed about this class was that I felt that the students in the class have a passion for wanting connection, and that the teacher wants to influence these patterns of communication. In order to fully grasp the curriculum of the course, I believe that the community of the students is something that is necessary in order to make connections to the world and self. I believe this course will open a way to reflect on what influences our daily thinking in order to come to a goal that satisfies our desires to learn; which indefinitely ties to the world. Observing the world at large requires any person to become more in-tune with their sensory abilities. I believe that what we are learning when it comes to recognizing and personifying sound patterns, it becomes a solid study to be more artistically inclined and want to explore our personal lifestyles while having an open mind for accepting other perspectives.

The poem bellow was written by myself on April 14, 2010 where I had a strong connection to music and literature with the ways in which it works regarding the understanding of the “self”. The “self”, in this case, defines the brains of writers who self reflect on their lives; modifying their thoughts in ways so to find stability in their lives. When writing this poem, the idea was to project how I connected these thoughts (the idea of “self”) to rhythm of pattern in writing: where we then find that music has the same sound but is silenced. It is silenced because the sound does not have to be heard in order to appreciate it, but how it works with the way that writing can bring rhythm to our minds. How are we to find any organization if our own thinking did not have its own beat? In the position I had when writing, the way to share this is to produce poetry and allow it to make sense before the viewer. So as you read this poem, think about how rhythm and pattern can be music but shaped and understood in many more complex ways. Think about the “self” of the person who shared these words; the pattern of his thoughts for expression. However it makes sense to us as the music that you can fathom.

Sounds of a Typewriter
A fragile delicacy lost to memory,
The mind’s elaborate grace to wonder.
I am the eyes kept closed,
For there is more to hear than site can paint.

A canvas of color,
A picture perfect detail of those eyes.
Absorb the image which creates your stirring thoughts.
Let opinion be your paint,
With which your brush has chosen to spread upon that board.

Detail what you see.
Show the world,
Which you view so differently.
Let them open their eyes to adore your masterpiece.

So paint me in the shape of your knowledge,
I am standing before you,
Inverse, am I?
Allow my hands to write this story,
Of a human being who chose to defy logic.

For I am living among the hidden,
Of men who sing silent lyrics rather than painting.
Let this be a riddle,
Who am I?

I am not the grace of God,
For the fallen have been shunned.
Though I am not similar to them,
I am correct to feel emotion in this body.

I am the keeper of secrets,
May I do best to speak the truth.
I am a complex of nor emotion or love.
For what has been lost took with it trust,
That can no longer bare arms to give.

I will walk before you as differently as perceived.
A mind of a whole percent more
Than what I am.
A world of critiques,
Allow me to read your poetry.

What breaks when spoken,
Is the the silence I devoted to keep the artists painting,
And the typewriters clicking.

To then count the sins,
That begin with a common letter.