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I’ve Been Tagged Again! The T.A.P Tag

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For as much as you might expect someone like me to combine anime and poetry, especially considering they are the main two topics of this blog, I rarely get the chance to do it. Well, I’ve now been finally been given an excuse to do so. Thank you to Keiko for tagging me for this. Here are the rules:

The Rules:

  1. Headline your post with “The T.A.P. Tag!” and put “tanka” as one of your tags.
  2. Make sure to link back to the original post that started the tag (this post!).
  3. Make sure to mention the person who introduced the tag to you!
  4. Pick 1-3 of your favorite anime.
  5. Write your tanka about the anime you’ve chosen. It’s fine if you decide to do only one or two if the schedule is tight.
  6. Tag at least 3 or more bloggers you know, and get their creative muscles flowing.

The three anime that I’ve decided to do are: March Comes in Like a Lion, Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai, and The Promised Neverland, just to throw in something current. With that said, here are my poems:

March Comes in Like a Lion

When sadness rains down,
It hits much like a typhoon.
Isolation is freedom,
and everything gets better,
but only for a little.

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai

It is often true
that the mind is powerful.
It can bring great joy,
but when nightmares become real,
All we are left with is pain.

The Promised Neverland

Around each corner,
in places buried within,
lies many secrets.
We think that truth is power,
but some secrets are too dark.

Tags

Feel free to ignore this tag if you are busy, but I am tagging:

Moyatorium

Takuto’s Anime Cafe

Terrence Crow

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Aniwriter Update #12: Back to School Again

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It is that time again to give you all an update on what’s going on with the blog. So, in order to keep this quick, let’s just get started.

Going Back to School

For me, the new semester has started and that means new classes. Right now I’m taking Intro to Philosophy and Intro to Poly Sci, which, so far, have been fairly interesting. However, me being back in school now part time and also working the same hours at my job as before means that I will have a lot less time to write, and that means less posts, so don’t expect as frequent updates.

Future Content

As someone who has been writing on this blog for approaching two years now, I have realized how easy it can be to fall back on doing the same thing over an over again. This is why that am really going to try and experiment when it comes to the content I make in the future. That includes new kinds of posts, as well as some potential collaborations, so stay tuned for those.

Posts from the Last Two Weeks

Normally, I would just list everything from the last two weeks that I have written, but since most of what I have done is just Poetry from the 30 Day Poetry Challenge, and Episode Reactions from the new season, I’ll just link those categories here.

And that’s it for this update. Yeah, not to much going on for this one.


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Tell Me What Death is Like

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So, a lot of my poems are somewhat spontaneous. Usually, I’ll think of a central idea, and sort of just go from there. This one, however, was inspired by a song called “I’m Sorry” by Joyner Lucas. Its a great, song and I would highly recommend checking it out. The song focuses on the suicide of one of Joyner’s friends, and how it affected both his friend and himself. Its been one of my favorite songs for a while now, and it has given me a lot of inspiration, so I thought I would use that inspiration to write a poem based on that song.


For a while, I have wondered about the status of mortality:
What does it mean to be alive?
Is it simply to be filled with blood and have a pulse,
or is it more?
But more so I have wondered what death is like.
I do not know if ghosts or spirits roam the earth eternally,
or if angels often come down from the heavens to check on the living,
but if they did I would ask them to tell me what death is like:
Is it the problematic dichotomy of heaven and hell?
Is it a maze of rivers and guardians of lost souls?
Does death exist like darkness, surrounding the conscious and suffocating it?
Is death all of those things?
Do people experience death the way we all seem to deal with life: by retreating
into the worlds, we feel most comfortable in?
I do not know what death is like, but I am often tempted to find out.


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Do Not Stand and Watch Your Own Demise

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No special intro this time, just something that was spur of the moment and thought turned out fairly well.


When the light in your eyes starts to fade,
and the source grows ever distant,
when the green in the grass becomes a pale gray,
and the blue sky goes black,
when the hole in your heart widens,
and won’t stop growing,
remember to move.
Get up, and move.
Throw your hands around like gravity doesn’t exist,
jump like you know you can touch the sun,
and bask in the glory you know you will have someday.


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To All the People I Could Not Say Hi To

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Sometimes my introvertedness gets the better of me, so here is a poem about that.


Isn’t it amazing how much work goes into saying just a few words?
First, the mouth takes in air,
then the brain sends signals to fire thousands of neurons.
The mouth must then reopen and with the help of vibrating air,
words then flow seamlessly out, or so we would all like to think.
There is actually a lot more to saying a few words than that.
Speaking is actually a lot like cooking,
because every ingredient is chosen carefully and used in a specific way.
If you leave a sentence in the oven too long it might burn,
but take it out to early and it becomes cold.
Saying “hi” is hard, not because of the ingredients but because
every time I try to cook with that word it always goes missing.


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Blerd Lines: Where Fiction and Reality Both Meet Tragedy

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As I mentioned in my last update post, today, I’ll be doing something a little bit different. If you don’t know him, Lujaune “El’ja” Bowens is a spoken word poet who has been honing his craft since around 2005. Today I’ll be reviewing his third collection of poems titled “Blerd Lines”

Full disclosure: I have interviewed him before for an article I wrote back when I was with The Hawkeye, my school newspaper, and he did send me the book to read, so make of that what you will. With that being said, here’s the review.


Poetry has always been known for individual expression. Whether it be about the beauty of nature, or the solitude of silence, poets express themselves in uniquely interesting ways. However, poetry in recent years has come to take on a new, underlying theme: Identity. With the swarm of socio-political chaos that has swept its way into the White House, and which has also been the propagator of bigotry and hatred, identity has become more important than ever. El’ja Bowens’ “Blerd Lines” is the perfect example of how this theme of identity can play out in beautiful ways.

One part of Identity Bowens focuses on throughout the book is the accepting of others for who they are. In the poem “That’s All Folks,” focuses on the attempted demonization of non-heterosexuals that changed the character of Bugs Bunny from a less heteronormative one to one that was explicitly Heterosexual. Later on in the poem, Bowens cleverly describes a situation in which someone responds to a doctor’s suggestion that they will “see the light” when it comes to their sexuality, and then that person responds to the doctor’s assertion with Bugs Bunny’s signature catchphrase “What’s up doc?” Making the doctor’s suggestion that sexuality is something that can be grown out of the punchline reinforces the idea that being judged for arbitrary things that people have no control over is wrong.

Bowens also grapples with the reality that he is a black man in America. In the opening poem “Don’t Be Alarmed,” he makes it clear that despite having a diverse number of interests, he still fears people seeing him in a one-dimensional light, or as he puts it: “I can’t blame people that gaze like its 1000 convicts.” Later on in the poem, Bowens brilliantly pushes back by saying he has a “smile has a melody that replicates a thousand rainbows,” and then wraps up the poem with “Don’t be alarmed because I’m here to live my life…”

In “Eyeore’s Dilemma,” Bowens cleverly imagine himself as Eyeore, but in this story, he wonders “Maybe if I changed the color of my skin Then maybe I won’t see what gloomy looks like in the mirror.” Try as he might to forget about the pain of always being perceived as fundamentally different, just like Eyeore himself, Bowens distracts himself by comparing that pain to rain and saying “one of the nicest things about the rain is that it always stops… Eventually.” The comparison to here to Eyeore is fantastic because just like the pain created by racism, it’s not likely to go away.

But Bowens’ poems aren’t all doom in gloom. In fact, another huge aspect of his work is his identity as a nerd, and he is not afraid to show it. In “Don’t Be Alarmed,” Bowens makes his passion for video games such as Final Fantasy and Manga like Dragon Ball Z and Bleach abundantly clear. In “Nerd Haikus and Other Ramblings,” Bowens again makes reference to Manga and Anime when he talks about the idea that Trump holds the Death Note, and that Piccolo is a real father to Gohan. Sure, Both these pieces are somewhat more serious in tone, but they are also reflective of his passion for things generally considered to be nerdy.

What appears in “Blerd Lines” is not just a collection of poems, but a continuing story of Bowens’ identity. In this book, he puts himself on display, all his fears, hopes and aspirations. Sometimes it can hard to face a world where people are judged arbitrarily for things they cannot control, or for interests they have that don’t harm anyone else, but to Bowens, that is all apart of what makes us, us. I’m sure that for many poetry has become that thing you remember studying in high school English, but “Blerd Lines” is absolutely worth your time.


If you want to get the book for yourself, you can find it here when it releases this Friday.

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Untitled, or not, I’m not sure

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A poem about titles, because why not. Here ya go:


When I thought about what to write for this poem,
I didn’t start with a title.
Despite this being my usual working style, something told me to forgo it.
Titles are often just short summaries, a fraction of a fraction.
They can tell you everything, and nothing.
In that regard, they’re quite useless, aren’t they?
Titles also make us think about what it is we’re about to read, watch, etc.
For example, the title “Death of a salesman” might get us thinking, both in a literal
and figurative way.
People make judgments based off of titles, and no matter how often you tell somebody
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” it won’t change the fact that its a lot easier to read the
cliff notes version than a whole book.
Most often when I think of titles, I think of what the author thinks of that thing.
It is easy to engage with a piece of art and come away with a completely different
idea of the work than even the author, similar to how everyone jumping into a pool
will always have a slightly different splash, or maybe a very different splash.
Titles are often the rival of expectations, and much like a pool, expectations can often be
surface level, until you splash further down.


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Tragedy/Comedy

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For this post, I wrote a poem focusing on the similarities in tragedy and comedy. Enjoy!


I think one thing can be considered at least partially true is the link between Tragedy and Comedy.
Whether we like it or not, they are two sides of the same broken coin.
Tragedy is almost always followed by a nervous, hysterically laughter.
Comedy is often times laughing at the misery of others.
This same phenomenon exists in the theory I have about rape jokes: No one really tells them because they think it will be funny. They tell them because violence is a lot easier to deal with when you can project it onto others.
In some ways, a suicide note is really just a stand-up routine in which the joke is always a bullet to the head.
Shakespear never wrote a tragedy without someone playing the fool, because he knew it would be too much to bear.
When we talk about Comedy and Tragedy, what we really mean is that laughing and crying aren’t so dissimilar.


Sorry to drop something a little heavier out of nowhere, but what do you guys think of this one? Let me know in the comments below. Also, if you want to support the Aniwriter through donations or are just feeling generous, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi. Otherwise, thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos!

The Comet

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Today, a poem titled “The Comet.” Enjoy!


The night sky shines beautifully.
The moon glimmers and brings light to the dark.
But, while the stars clash, blasting their light at one another, somebody else arrives.
Like a dance through cluttered terrain of the clashing stars, in comes the comet.
This rare specimen makes its presence known, gallantly gliding into the center of attention.
The comet sticks around only for a little bit, then retreats.
Just as quickly as it came in it leaves, with the stars and the moon all having felt its presence.
Sometimes, I wish I could be a lot more like the comet.


What do you guys think of this one? I know my poems have been a little bit shorter lately, but that’s largely because of a lack of inspiration. Let me know in the comments below. Also, if you want to support the Aniwriter through donations or are just feeling generous, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi. Otherwise, thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos!

Across Universes

There is a prominent idea in science that states that universe is actually made up of multiple universes.
Each new universe we create is filled with the decisions we did or did not, will and will not make.
Every new universe means there is always a new what if that plays out an entirely different way.
It is not crazy to think that in this infinitesimally vast amount of universes, there is one in which the stars exploded and killed us all.
If there was ever a question about ending up in a universe without you, then I might have to make the stars explode.
There is a scientific theory that states that all matter expanded outward from a singular point.
I have always wondered whether or not the Big Bang Theory and the Multiverse theory we’re mutually exclusive.
If there was ever a universe in which you did not exist because the perfect combination of cosmic dust did float into the same orbit, then I would collect it all and put you together myself.

It is crazy to think that I could live without you at all. Solitude would only bring me closer to my heat death.

 

Inspired by: Orange


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