Samantha, just Samantha (samantilles) wrote,
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random streams of consciousness...

I have been in the incredible need for a constant stream of intelligent, thought provoking dialogue/entertainment/etc in the past few weeks. I haven't wanted to watch movies I've seen recently, unless they are amongst my favorite, and chances are they are also makes from classic novels, such as my Jane Austen Movies (Pride and Prejudice, Mansfield Park) and I've watched even less TV than normal. The only show I've watched regularly are episodes of The Wire on HBO On Demand, which also takes place only ten minutes from me on the Streets (and in the second season, the Port) of Baltimore. Other than that I've wandered listlessly through the channels trying to find something other than news shows that could satiate my need for intelligent information/entertainment, so that I feel I benefitted from watching it, and not just wasted time... then I came across an interesting show I've always slighted before, on HBO of all channels... I say HBO of all channels because it is the one station I watch the most shows... in its early days it was Dennis Miller Live, then Oz, Sex and the City and even now and then The Sopranos, until The Wire came along. The show that has intrigued me so is Def Poetry. I've always slighted it, assuming (as in making an ass of you and me) it was little more than rap artists spouting out their vulgar lyrics, and I'll admit every once in a while a music star comes on and gives a mediocre performance. But it is the unknowns, the real poets, that come out and perform (yes perform!) their poetry, full of their lives, their emotions, what they stand for, and I can't help but applaud them alone in my room when some of them have finished. It is not a racially sided show, though the music stars seem to be a bit... Black, White, Asian, Short and Tall, the Mourning and Rejoiceful, all seem to come out and share a defining poem for them... one of my most memorable was two short white guys reciting a poem about being short, and another about a guy who wanted to know the inner secrets of his woman's mind, not just her body... I've heard the saying "Prose is a way of telling a story, poetry is the way of telling it" and I can't help but agree with it wholeheartedly when I listen to the performance of their poetry on the show. And it is a performance; the inflections of the voice, the tapping of the foot, the near singing, the anger, the powerful hand movements, the presence on stage all impact the poem to make it more than just words on a page. They are the hammer that drive the tale into the hearts of those whose ears are open enough to hear it, and I for one am ashamed my ears weren't open till just now... thank goodness its on On Demand, and I can catch up with several episodes at once!

Back on to the first note, I've also taken up more heartily than before the need to listen to Audiobooks... perhaps it was tonight when I moved around the bookstore cleaning, listening to the eleventh hour of Orson Scott Card's Xenocide when I realized that at least while I was cleaning, doing menial work for a menial pay (and that is being nice to the meager pay I get there, including the discount) I was also READING, enhancing my mind, and not wasting that time to worthless mind bogglings... Its hard to pay total attention to a book and read my LJ, or update it, or do mental work while listening to an audiobook... it takes nearly full concentration on the story, allowing the imagination to develop it into something more dimensional, but while doing menial work like cleaning the sinks in the rest room or putting books up straight, I don't need most of my concentration on that; I can devote most of my attention to the story at hand... it also depends though on the story itself... I tried listening to Emma by Jane Austen on the way up to Chicago for Memorial Day, but the story itself required too much concentration for me to dedicate to it and the road, and so I had to turn it off... but the Ender series I'm listening to by Orson Scott Card, just like the Harry Potter Series, is sensationalistic and quick moving, and I've sat in my bed, in total darkness for several hours on end while just soaking in the story of Ender's Game, Speaker for the Dead, and Xenocide. I also think my recent turning to nearly consistent listening to audiobooks has developed the need for more intellectual entertainment, not developed from it. I have but six more hours (plus 49 minutes, 5 seconds) until the completion of Xenocide and nearly contemplated sitting up till four in the morning to try to complete it all in one sitting... But I think I'll be happy to complete two hours of it, and save the other five for tomorrow... I certainly hope to have Xenocide done by tomorrow, and I hope to move on to Moby Dick unless I am absolutely compelled to download the fourth book in the Ender Series, Children of the Mind... I really do want to get Moby Dick done, whether by paper or by audiobook; though what I have read of Moby Dick I really really would like to hear a good version of the chapter The Sermon especially if it is done well by the narrator... what a powerful powerful part of the story thusfar the Sermon was, and I long to hear it shouted from the Altar... plus I want to see the movie, but I want to wait till after I've read it before seeing the movie *hehe*
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