First Year Discovery Project:
3. Filipino Junk Food!
When I got back from the SS Card Application and Winter Coat purchase I checked my mailbox and discovered that I've got a package arrived from my mother's friend in California. Lo and behold, I got a box's worth of Filipino junk food: Pancit Canton, Clover Chips, Nagaraya, Oishi, Chippy, Chocnut, Tuyo, Calamansi juice, Mango juice and the controversial Skyflakes!
4. Roundabout Theatre Company's "The Humans"
I went with a couple of Group 48-ers last Saturday (October 31) to catch the evening performance of Roundabout Theatre's "The Humans" along 46th St. between 6th and 7th Avenue.
The play reminded me of Annie Baker's "John" which we saw last September 6 at the Signature Theatre. Both had the feel of "quiet" plays in which you had very "realistic" and "detailed" sets that evoked certain portions of a house or an apartment. You see characters fleeting through different sections of the house and speaking about seemingly "mundane" topics evocative of what we usually get worked out about in the routines of our day-to-day lives. There were portions of rhythmic conversations but there were also unapologetically deep silences and empty spaces.
I am finally falling in love with poetry the way I've always wanted to thanks to Kate Wilson's Voice class (we memorize and unpack a new poem every week). I've always been interested in poetry and was fascinated and partly envious of people who understood and wrote poetry because they seem to be getting something from the poems that I'm not getting. My biggest frustration with the way I had been educated with literature is how literature has been shoved down my throat in terms of "scholarly analysis." Poems had been handed out to me as one would in scientific papers and demand analysis of its symbolic, metaphorical whatnot nonsense.
Poems are not meant to be analyzed but lived in the body. They evoke those awkward spaces in life that are hard to name but truly exist. At present I retreat into poems as a kind of assuage to the emotions I go through in waves but find hard to express or name. Thank God for poets.
let her know
though that all the nights
even the useless
and the hard
I ever feared to
can now be
- Charles Bukowski
I am a Graduate Drama student at The Juilliard School from Quezon City, Philippines.
I intend to bring Lincoln Center closer to home, one entry at a time.