Hour of the Muse. A video poem that I wrote, directed and performed in.
A video poem written and directed by Marc Alexander Valle ©2018
A video poem that I wrote, edited and performed in. All photos from pixabay.com
I never wanted to be a writer first. I wanted to be Steven Spielberg. At age 8, I asked the school librarian if she had a book on Spielberg.
She said, “No, but he’s a very interesting person. I think I’ll look for one and order it.”
I kept going back to the librarian nearly every day to see if she found the book and she eventually ordered it.
“It’ll take two weeks to get here,” she said. Once again, I went to the library every day and asked to see if the book arrived. I thought that maybe asking for it would speed up the process and ever time she told me that it takes two weeks to get to the school.
So as I waited, I tried to imagine what the book would look like and what it would say about Spielberg. I wanted to know about every movie that he made and what it would take to be a movie director. All I knew was that this was the man behind all of my daydream fantasies, and he got paid big houses and cars to make them. Movies allowed me to explore a more courageous side of myself that was not manifested in my interpersonal social life. I could be anyone I wanted after the credits started to roll, and I believed that I had a few characters of my own to share.
When the book arrived it was thinner than I thought, but I opened it and took in the new book smell. I could hear the glue of the bindings and the hard cover crackle. The pictures were in color, and I sat down to take them in.
I can’t remember exactly what was said about him in the book. Over the years I would take in more information about him and all the information seems to conflate to that book. But I do remember that this was the first time that I read a book that was purely informational. Until this day, I’m good at absorbing trivial information and consider myself an info junkie. I have so much data in my head that it fuels my imagination and serves as points of references in my mind. This book started it all.
The book didn’t help me become a filmmaker, but it helped me see the world more critically as non-fiction has allowed me to do. It helped me become a better writer and artist, who work deals with the critical analysis of reality and its nature.
A video that I wrote, edited and performed. All photos from pixabay.com First published in The Drabble (https://thedrabble.wordpress.com/)
A video of my poem, Beyond the Pillar of Hercules. Written, edited and performed by Marc Alexander Valle. All photos from pixabay.com
(The real names of the people below have been changed.)
For the first time, I leaned in during our dedication of merit, the part of the meditation session where we dedicate our sit to someone or something.
“I’d like to dedicate the merits of my practice to those who have shown me kindness and compassion. We often forget that in a jungle of hurtful people, there are those who still help.”
I didn’t say it exactly like that. I never speak as clearly as I write, but I finally spoke out because I meant what I said.
Most of my life, I’ve focused on negative people. I’ve often referred to them as “my enemies”. I thought that if these people were not in the picture, I would feel respected and understood.
My Buddhist reverend stresses the importance of compassion, reinforces it through repetition. It took years of going to practice for it to finally seep in. People have been compassionate to me, and I only wanted more from everyone.
Pam was the only person who talked to me in high school without me having to open up first.
Albert helped me when I was trying to make a movie. I wanted to be known as a young man.
Donna invited me to a party at age 23 when I hadn’t been invited to one in years.
Tanya set me up on a date when I couldn’t even get a hello from a woman.
Gabriel helped me be more confident about myself when I did get more dates.
Professor Dan sat me down and helped me set up this blog.
Ellen is my friend today and is always on the lookout for potential career contacts.
Mom and Dad did so much that they cannot be thanked enough.
I can’t owe it all to mediation. Meditation was the tool. I chose meditation because there was something in it, something I needed to sharpen my awareness and love of myself. I helped Marc first. Then, the door of perception opened and allowed me to see the things I needed see at the pace that I could bear.
I don’t know how I made the choice to help myself. Somethings will always remain a mystery.
Performed at Coffeehouse Without Limits in Allentown, PA on June 27, 2018. Sorry for the unstable video. This is all new to me.
The hardest part of being a person is to separate the positive voices in this world from the all the garbage that people have to say.
Which people are trying to help you and which people are talking non-sense and coming from a negative place?
Because you don’t want to be so confident that you’ll give up good suggestions that can help you. But you can’t take in all the comments that come from someone else’s pain, frustration and arrogance.
Many of us are in the positive places that we are in because we listened to people that had our best interest in mind. Our parents, our teachers, our friends, etc…
This notion that we shouldn’t listen to anyone is built on the belief that someone else will hurt us.
So how much do we let in?