Thursday, May 21, 2009

Subtle Beauty

I kind of forgot about this blog, but I've been thinking a lot about writing lately, so we'll see if this is just a lonely little post in the middle of nothing or the start of a writing streak. I hope it's the latter, or that I at least start writing other things. I've been home from school now for just about two weeks and it's a little strange being back in Connecticut. For one, all of the few friends from home that I have maintained since high school do not live here anymore, so it's basically just me and my family living in the suburbs of Hartford. It's starting to get pretty lonely and I have three more months, but hopefully I'll get a job soon and maybe meet some new people. Also, I'm a bit of a new person right now, and my world philosophy completely doesn't match that of my family anymore. This is the first time that's ever really happened. I don't know if it's awkward for them because they don't really know the extent of the changes in my life and ideas, but it certainly is for me. I don't know what I believe anymore at all, and they are all very firm in their beliefs, especially my dad and brother, so it makes for some awkward conversations and arguments and I'm not confident enough in my convictions to back anything I say up or hold a real opinion. 

But that is not at all what I intended to write. What prompted to me to write this post, kind of ironically considering the few convictions I do have, is a television show. I just watched the first episode of this season of So You Think You Can Dance, and it was such a heartening experience. My family loves shows like Survivor and American Idol. In fact, they watched the finale of American Idol last night (along with the rest of the world). I caught about two minutes of it before I couldn't handle anymore and retreated to my room to watch a fantastically awful movie with Mark Wahlberg from his Marky Mark days. I am constantly astounded and disgusted with the American public (myself included) when I see the hype surrounding things like this. When it boils down to it, these shows are not about real talent and love of the artist's craft, but about spectacle and that ugly desire for fame inside each of us. That's where So You Think You Can Dance is different. Maybe I would see things differently if I were a dancer instead of a musician, but this show (and the discipline of dance, with some exceptions) seems to truly appreciate and reward subtlety and sincerity. I think the reason it comes out so much in dance is that it's something you can't fake. It is nearly impossible to audition for So You Think You Can Dance without years of training and dedication. And not just a half-hour voice lesson once a week, which is what some people I know would consider "training" for a singer, but hours every day. You can see in these dancers that dance consumes their lives. They literally put every ounce of themselves fully into their craft and their passion. It is immediately clear to everyone watching when a dancer does not have training or does not take their art seriously. Subtlety and sincerity come along almost as a result of the sheer dedication it takes to train to be a dancer. In contrast, anyone with "pipes" can audition for American Idol and "make it." It's not about a lifestyle or an art, it's about entertaining and spectacles. I think the key difference here is that dance, by its nature, must be for the dancer. Not the attention that it draws, but the dance itself. As much as I hate to say it, as a singer, singing as a profession is usually for the crowd, not the singer. We are told and shown that the reward in the arts comes from the response to the work, not the work itself, which I think is a load of world-destroying bullshit, frankly.

I suppose what I'm trying to say is that I'm incredibly saddened when I see what is becoming of the arts as the world globalizes and technology makes cultural icons universal. I really hope that the discipline of dance never loses its inherent sincerity and beauty. I really think that the greatest boons of all the arts are the same, but manifest in different ways: sincerity and subtlety. Whether it's dance, the fine arts, music, or writing, the most sublime work is always the work in which the artist fully commits every bit of himself. That is what I strive for in my disciplines of music and writing, and it's incredible and really inspiring to see these things in so many dancers. I think dance is the only art left where you can't really "sell out" to "make it big," and I hope it always stays that way. 

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Feliz Cinco de Mayo, Todo el Mundo!

I suppose I should write a real post on this thing now. However, I think that I will keep it short as it is pretty late and I have had a long day full of caffeine and exams and cheese-flavored snacks and things in German and people having sex in the woods. So interesting, sort of delusional day all in all.

Anyways, I guess I will just sort of sketch out what I am trying to accomplish with this blog, among other things I am doing in my life at the moment. This past semester has probably been the worst and best part of my life so far. The worst insofar as it totally sucked and I have been pretty miserable for all of it, but the best in that I have learned a lot about myself and what I want and what I think, and I think the thoughts that I have had and the decisions I have made in this period will really shape the rest of my life.

I guess you could say that I have become a very different person than the person I have been for a long time, but I don't know if that is patently true. I think it's really more that I have realized that I have been fooling myself into thinking I'm someone that I am not for essentially my entire life. I've always had this feeling of sort of being out of place, and I didn't have that so much at AU, but the people and atmosphere and attitudes at AU were so different than what I grew up with that I didn't want to think that I fit in. And so I ran away. I came here to North Park, to the traditions and expectations of my family that I thought I wanted to fulfill, and was suddenly shocked to realize that I am not at all the person that I thought I was supposed to become for all of these years and never wish to be. It was a bit of a surreal experience to actually be exposed for the first time to the reality of this little culture I grew up in of my church and my family and my friends, and while it has been kind of miserable, I am so glad I figured all of this out now so I can actually begin my life and trying to find out who I actually am.

That being said, one of the biggest things I have realized about my life is how false it has been, and how much pretense those around me put on. So I suppose the real goal of this blog, and my life, is to find out who this person called Emily Poor is, apart from anyone else. And I am discovering that that is much harder than it sounds. I am prying apart my life, stripping off the ugly paint, and trying to put it back together. That metaphor doesn't really work, but it's 2 AM. The point is, I am trying to be as authentic and real as possible and discover what the truth in my life really is. The end. Good night, I guess. I wonder if this will seem at all coherent to me in the morning.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Here Goes

Well, I don't really know what I am going to write on this, but I feel as though a blog is one of those things a person like myself ought to have. Not that I am completely sure what "a person like myself" means. But hey, let's see where it goes.