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co – week 8 log

February 24th

7 hours – Interviewing Tammy and Quinten Butler

February 25th

3 hours reading – Hebdige

3 hours – writing term paper

2 hours – listening to music

February 26th

1.5 hours – watching “who killed Nancy?

3 hours – writing poetry

February 27th

2 hours – shopping for canvas

2 hours – mapping out drawings

4 hours – reading Biel

4 hours- listening to music

 February 28th

2 hours- drawing

2 hours – reading Debord

1 hours – notes

5 hours- editing videos

February 29th

7 hours –  editing videos

February 30th

3 hours – editing videos

5 hours – reading and writing poetry

Totals

This week:56.5

Cumulative total: 208.45 hours

Reading List:

  • Beyond the Music: How punks are saving the world with DIY Ethics, Skills & Values by Joe Biel
  • Subculture the meaning of style by Dick Hebdige
  • Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord

Punk Is…

Punk is the freedom to write this fucking poem any way I want to,

Who are they to try and tell me I can’t?

Does it threaten ones sensibilities so much?

They’re just frightened because I’m free.

Punk is the graffiti littering the public land walls,

because this is a statement of the freedom to express art,

not throwing an advertisement in your face for “the next big thing.”

Punk is knowing when you are being undermined and over powered

and standing up for yourself, even if it seems like you can’t fight this fight.

Being knocked down and coming up stronger and smarter than you were before

Punk is protecting your family at all costs

Who are they to tell me I can’t carry a deadly weapon?

When you are on the streets

Sometimes all you can do is fight fire with fire.

Punk is selling 5 grams to make twenty bucks

Who are they in their corporate mansions?

I am not going to get, or take handouts.

I look out for myself  and my family.

Punk is taking out your rage on your friend’s face in a fair and organized fight

without the gloves on.

Who are they to tell me who and where I can fight?

With all that is unjust in the world

Maybe all I need is a couple of stitches and a small concussion.

Punk is taking a poetry class In the middle of a recession

Because I want to further my educational and creative skills,

Not work a nine to five as an automated human slave,

A robot at a desk destined to die here,

fingers still clutching the keyboard.

Punk is attending a liberal arts college, not a 2 year trade school

Or fucking M.I.T.

Because I want to be able to stay on my toes

In the academic world, not fall obsolete to a fast paced society,

Ever changing itself.

Not challenging itself, but drowning itself.

THE PUNK PIT

we dance like animals fighting,

kicking and screaming in close quarters.

the group smells of stale beer and cigarettes

and anything else we’re wearing that doesn’t get washed.

boots clash on boots

and spikes scrape together in a violent love affair, mashing and molding

into each others crevices,

tearing at clothes not equipped with such armor.

Our bodies slamming like ocean upon rock, creating a spray of sweat cast from our brows.

sometimes there is blood, and you may get it on you

but don’t complain because when you decided to come to a punk show

you should have known what you were getting into.

 

Bachelard Reverie # 4

 

This anarchy runs through my veins,

the fibers of my being  secrete rebellion and aspiration for justice.

These streets speak to me, evoking an emotion only known as

anarchy.

Anarchy for order is the way i see it.

This so carefully built up government,

a now corrupt establishment

controls the way the streets

perceive life.

But they don’t walk these streets,

we do.

I will not be a figure in your corporate presentation,

i will not be your future shopping scheme.

I walk these streets and they see what i see,

the more i walk these streets the more i hurt my feet.

I bandage my fresh, open wounds with Anarchy.

co- week 7 log

February 17th

4 hours – reading (Hebdige)

4 hours – listening to music

February 18th

4 hours – reading (Debord)
2 hours – taking notes (Debord)

February 19th

4 hours – writing poetry

February 20th

2 hours – looking for shows

2 hours – listening to music

3 hours – creating artwork based off of punk music

4 hours- reading (Biel)

 February 21st

2 hours- reading (Debord)

3 hours – reading (Hebdige)

1 hours – notes (Debord)

5 hours- downloading video editing programs needed for interview editing

February 22nd

3 hours –  shopping for final art piece canvas

3 hours – reading (Hebdige)

2 hours – notes (hebdige)

February 23rd

3 hours – writing and reciting lyrics

2 hours – revising poetry

Totals

This week:53

Cumulative total: 151 hours

Reading List:

  • Beyond the Music: How punks are saving the world with DIY Ethics, Skills & Values by Joe Biel
  • Subculture the meaning of style by Dick Hebdige
  • Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord

Bachelard Reverie #3

“Attached to an odor memory, a childhood smells good.” (140)

 

a reverie; a state of being much like daydream or musing.

  i was thinking of you.

i walked past that empty lot the other day,

there isn’t a house there anymore.

all evidence of you is negative space now. removed from the existence of time and all feasible reality recognized by my being. This separation creates negative space, once full it is now starving. 

The other day i rode the bus down by the place where we first met.

these walls hold secrets unseen by living beings.

In my house, shoved into the far corner of a drawer

is an article of your clothing, left behind.

Every time i open that drawer i can still smell

your cologne.

Clinging, lingering, screaming at my memories,

tugging at them to conj our the image of your face.

The depiction of you.

          This was one of your favorite shirts.

 

co- week 6 log

February 10th

3 hours – researching Oi!

4 hours – listening to Oi! (The 4- skins, [Early] Dropkick Murphys, The Exploited, The Opressed, Mr Floppy, Slaughter and the Dogs, U.S. Chaos)

February 11th

4 hours – reading (Biel)
2 hours – taking notes (Biel)

February 12th

4 hours – reading (Hebdige)

February 13th

2.5 hours – trying to write poetry based off of the punk movement and the song Ghost Town by the Specials

2 hours – looking for shows

45 minutes – Learning the words to the song, People II: the Reckoning by Andrew Jackson Jihad

2 hours- writing poetry based on the music of Andrew Jackson Jihad

 February 14th

3 hours- reading (Debord)

4 hours – reading (Hebdige)

2 hours – notes (Hebdige)

5 hours- walking around Seattle looking for punk ethics and influences

February 15th

6 hours –  creating sketches of Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols

3 hours – reading (Biel)

2 hours – reading (Debord)

February 16th

3 hours – Re listening to the Album, Never Mind the Bollock, Sex Pistols (trying to learn the songs)

4.5 hours – revising poetry

Totals

This week: 56.45 hours

Cumulative total: 98.95 hours

Reading List:

  • Beyond the Music: How punks are saving the world with DIY Ethics, Skills & Values by Joe Biel
  • Subculture the meaning of style by Dick Hebdige
  • Society of the Spectacle by Guy Debord

Co Bachelard Reverie #2

“The most virile man, too simply characterized by a strong animus, also has an anima– an anima which can have paradoxical manifestations. In the same way, the most feminine woman also has psychic determinations which prove the existence of an animus within her.” (62)

 

I Want What I’m Not

She lives inside my head.

for me, she is perfect.

I am the man and she is my woman.

I am the anima and she is my animus.

She is specifically processed, built carefully in my brain. 

Sewn together

like a doll, she is exactly

what i want,

formulated for me and me only.

She is my woman.

 

He lives inside my head.

For me, he is flawless. 

I am the woman and he is my man.

i am the animus and he is my anima.

He is meticulously designed, built carefully in my brain.

Snapped together

like legos, he is exactly

what i want, 

devised for me and me only.

he is my man.

 

She is the woman i met.

The woman i have, my animus.

She is the one to make me who i am,

for she carries inside what i desire,

my anima.

 

He is the man i met.

The man i have, my anima.

He is the one to make me who i am,

for he carries inside what i aspire to be,

my animus.

 

“The dreamer wants his projected anima to have a personal animus as well, one which is not the simple reflection of his own animus.” (88)