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Caught in the Storm

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Caught in the storm. This is the only way I can accurately explain the way I’m feeling these past two weeks or specifically 4 months. If you’re a constant reader of this blog, you might have read “The Year that never was part une & part deux” After basically losing everything I’ve worked crash and burn in my professional as well as my personal life, I haven’t well in every sense of the word. I don’t feel ~as bad~ since what I will now start calling “The Second Great Depression (2008 edition)”… it’s been bad. On top of everything that I’m passing through it doesn’t help in having more or less a family that supports you when they please or better yet say they support you and then stop.

Right now I’m in limbo mode. I have to start preparing to leave the island to start my masters. I can’t do as much as I would like for I have to visit where I’m staying to actually have an idea of what I can take and leave here. I’m equally utterly terrified and completely excited of being in a new place, new people, new experiences but at the same time I don’t want to leave home (mostly because of my friends). I don’t know what exactly I’ll be doing as a Graduate Assistant, but I’m most utterly grateful for the university in giving me the opportunity. So in these next two months I have to, go to the Open House, start packing, try and not get “the support system” to me (as I have done before and it’s not good), try and not get myself killed by two of my friends, try to move on and start living the way I would like to.

He told me I was in over my head, I didn’t want to say yes but I know I am. I’ve bitten more than I can chew (as I always do). Not going to lie, throwing myself like this to somewhere I’ve never been to, alone, with a very limited (to almost no) budget 2058.63 miles away from what I know… it’s not going to be easy. I know that if I come out victorious from this… nothing will stop me. I just have to wait for certain things to resurface, try and maintain calm and let this storm pass.

Hear it thunder
And I wonder
How long can I hang on

I’m caught in the storm
I’m caught in the rain
I’m caught in the rush that hides this pain

I’m ready to drown
But it’s coming down
But I feel so alive
(…)
Let me wash away
You can find me after the flood
Let me wash away

Caught in the storm

100 love sonnets

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Uncategorized

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way
because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest ismy hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

The stage

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

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Atlas

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Uncategorized

Upon this sable skin
life slashes against me
disappointments
loss
rejections
plights…

I have become an Atlas
but worry not…
your skin can heal me
one line at a time.

-mp 2013

Ave Maria (Bruckner)

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Sung by: Schola Cantorum

If Music is the exaltation of the mind…

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

“Music is the exaltation of the mind derived from things eternal, bursting forth in sound.” Thomas Aquinas

Now, if Thomas Aquinas, a 13th century Italian priest, said this 8 centuries ago… what can we say about Literature? Most of the quotes you will find about Literature is on how language is used to create worlds, galaxies embedded in a piece of paper. I’ve read many quotes on Literature, but they never express Literature as “one of the highest forms of creativity that can withstand time and space. Literature, just like music, is an extension of the author’s very soul. A piece of a life lived. The victory in a defeat. The death of a life that never had the chance to live. Literature is a form of art which can exude, exchange or digress emotions with the reader and writer. Literature is an exaltation of the soul, creating itself from the most vulnerable part of it’s creator; embellished in a piece of paper so that it can be shared with humanity.”

-musical poetry

 

 

[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Musical Poetry, Poetry/ Literature, Uncategorized

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

by: E.E.CummingsOne of my favorite poems. My soulmate dedicated this poem to me not so long ago…

A musician’s job

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

“A musicians job is not to entertain. Our job is to soothe souls, melt hearts with harmonies, and arpeggios which transports you to another world. Our job is to make you lose your expectations and let imagination run wild only for a moment… it is then, when silence resounds, that the harmonies die with the symphony of elugies”

A musician’s job
-Musical poetry

Second-Hand Advice

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized

Just write it.

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“Just write it.”
Put pen to paper in that intimate ache
Like a lover’s thrust
And write.
Let it flow in ways you never dreamed it could
Just tear down the flood gates restraining rushing tumbling words like swift salmon
Fleeting and silver in the half-light of my head.
Well, I’m writing now and
I’m caught in the slipstream of furious expression
I don’t know where we’re going, but
Anywhere has to be better than here.

Nicole Best

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Your Statistics: More Than Just an Ego Boost

by Boricua In the Midwest - Jose Clavell, posted in Uncategorized