In my paradise, which is precisely fine
Got chased away with my fondling type
Place to place, one onto another,
Best of all possible world said a man with an optimistic humor,
This skill I learned from of catching fish not thinking much but bring home dish
Something strange that made me resist,
The beauty of her eyes, what a haze
How perfect it seem to be, but someone warned me not to be deceived
Place to place, one onto another,
I’m back at it again
Insider? Outsider?
Experiences of displacement and belonging are almost familiar to everyone and the few who are presumed to have not experienced it since they have not yet been able to realize it. On a personal level, it is convincing that deep down in everyone’s heart, there is that version of revelation that tells how it feels to be displaced or belonging somewhere. Displacement for this matter can be sensed in exceptional cases of people not feeling okay with them. The fact that there is something that people see as the obstacle to be at ease with their hearts is a significant factor to show that displacement can occur even to the extent of between oneself . Movement is, therefore, an explanation of the circular models through which people remind themselves of the renewability, linearity and the sustainability of their hearts regarding existence.
Progress concerning linearity is the dominant culture that people focus on when it comes to the pace of belonging somewhere, even to the extent of been determined by the peace in their heart. What this demonstrates is that migrants go through a lot of difficulties since they are those people who leave their homes and every other cultural setting that they belong to and from that time rely on their experiences and suffering to set up a new staring of life in another different cultural context. What is correct about the skills as a migrant is that there is a strange start since everything is different from what they are used to in their old life. What I am going to tell you all is the conflict that I perspnally went through as a psychologic analyst that came from a foreign country and lived with a double-consciousness for 27 years.
Been a migrant to the united states of America since 1990, my literature tells of the endless lessons that I encountered throughout the journey to restoring myself through the different cultural settings which were unfamiliar and unwelcoming from my old settings. The experiences I had as a migrant imply all the sufferings that have been of interest to every literary study. It is essential that as a migrant, though it might be the hardest thing to do, we should share the transpersonal experiences since through this, many people especially the migrants who are not familiar or strong enough to go through what we went through, to gain strength and focus on settling their mind and hearts. I feel that what we experience as migrants is a state-specific element that should be shared to bring consciousness to the other people and help them out. It is challenging that the description that the challenging journey gives us is an essential focus of the kind of challenges that we believe in as migrants.
Personally, I pulled from my ancestral roots of heritage and found in the settling on earth as my birthplace and home and then belonged to the world. What I mean is that this should be the motive of migrants and the displaced and this should be the real reason to believe that there is a home where we all belong as migrants, and that is here on earth. What it is that belonging and displacement have in common is the true glimpse of how hard it is that many people find it been a history since they have not experienced it. From my story, thousands and millions of people can relate to the mystery of displacement and belonging. My transpersonal experiences stretch to the most significant relief that every migrant and people displaced have when it comes to an understanding the intellectual and analysis of the sensitivity of communities and belonging to a place.
My transpersonal experiences can never or are indeed not a divorce of the sacred life that I managed to deal with as a displaced person, but they are a message of hope and a great help to another person going through the same issues. The relief that we experience as displaced people after we are in cooperated with some belonging and understanding of others in our new life is a clear evidence of what it is that we go through. Self-determination and feeling of responsibility should be the objective of experiencing what we experience, and it should be through our voice that we provide hope for any other person who does experience the adoption of belonging to this world.
All in all, it is to my testimony that at no point is it acceptable that any person who finds themselves in situations like mine to give or surrender to the mystery of thoughts that there is no hope since the earth is our home and we belong here. Exclusion of the fact that we are all sons and daughters of the land should be a case of consideration, and the purposes of belonging should serve as an approach of how we rewrite our lives and a platform to share our existence and journey through our transpersonal experiences. Now that we have put all my stories on the table, please kindly give me your advices Doctor.
Confinement
For my creative piece, I extracted five words from each of the five texts in my anthology. I then arranged them into a poem. The words that I chose all related to my anthology’s theme, confinement.
List of Words
From Nightwood, Djuna Barnes: picture (41), account (54), forever (41), pregnant (49), hesitation (41), image (41), mind (41)
From “To The Reader”, Charles Baudelaire: Boredom, buckram, Devil, torment, spirits, banal, delusion
From “445”, Emily Dickinson: Closet, pound, girl, still, lodged, brain, shut
From “890”, Emily Dickinson: Coffin, restricted, diminish, circumference, without, contain, breadth
From “Reading as Poaching”, Michel de Certeau: Pastures (165), garden (165), system (166), reduction (165), collected (165), caught (165), nets (165)
CONFINEMENT
Picture Boredom’s closet: coffin pastures.
Accounting gardens, buckram, pounds, restrictions.
Devil girl’s system, forever diminished.
Circumference, still pregnancy, reducing torment.
Brain caught containing banal images.
Collected spirits lodged without hesitation.
Delusion shuts mind net’s breadth.
Sabrina Rodriguez
Morning Mindfulness
What was that dream that I just had…that was weird.
I hate when my dog wakes me up by licking me.
It is so cold this morning
I love the sound of rain hitting the window, but I hate commuting in the rain
I am starving, what is that smell?
—-Reverse—-
Unknown Nights
Why can’t I go to sleep?
I wish my dog would stay by my side.
I am sweating tonight
I hate the quietness of the rain, but I love being out in it.
I can hardly eat any more food, but I recognize that scent.
Theme: Women being the catalyst for change in other characters
Kody Liang
You and Me
I am scared, I’m alone,
what’s this place? I cant escape,
I am broken, I’m distorted,
it’s a lost that you have cost,
I have lost what once I loved,
but it’s a pain I have to gain,
they said time will heal this wound,
but can you heal? That once was real,
Picture this, you and me,
us together and forever,
what a lie that you told me,
and like a fool, I believed,
You made a fool of me,
when I begged you not to leave,
one whole year, that’s how long it took,
to get me hanging off your hook,
Three months on, you wrote me a letter,
said we were better together,
fooled me once, fine! that’s on me,
but do it again? what a shame on you.
She was born wild and curious
A cage was no place for someone like her.
In the moonlight,
She was untamed and unstable
She was a wanderer.
Her heart screamed chaos
No matter how hard she tried she just had to
Run, escape, be free in her natural habitat.
She failed to understand it was Her who was not any better.
But with every goodbye, you learn.
* This poem is written in Nora’s point of view, specifically as if she was talking about her relationship with Robin.
Created a poem using only the vowel “o”.
“Johnny stop—don’t shoot
Oh god! sorry god!”
—only god knows how lost.
doors lock—thorny comfort now.
moms down low on bottom of floors
—no boys sorry.
dolls only known for lost worth
locks on rooms—ghosts born from lost sobs.
dolls look cold, frown—“look jolly!”
no. no. no.
show sorrow—don’t glow joy.
lost words show most.
“look son, mom’s loony
—only born to cook”
sorry Johnny, sorry son
thorny womb holds comfort.
tomorrow follows.
sobs don’t—
won’t stop
lost words know most.
Tutelage
Authority purpose manipulated
For moral acts or self-benefit
The just
Guardianship over others
Sympathetic and attentive
The Intent to assist and guidance of another
High-minded reasoning makes it an obligation
A destined pleased society
The Unjust
The oppressor acts on self-benefit
supremacy is the intention
Hatred drives them,
Ethnocentrism teaches and guides them
No justifiable reasonings exist
The silenced attempt resistance
An unpleased society
(Written based on the perspective of Candide at the end of his journey, where he holds an optimistic mind-set over his past and present struggles because of Pangloss guidance.)
I am my greatest enemy
All too familiar a sentiment
My greatest hindrance
My greatest enemy’s most damaging tool
Inaction
Instead of order, chaos
Instead of a homework assignment, a YouTube video
Instead of the weight room, the bed sheets
Others can guide
A speaker, heard
A sentence, or a paragraph, read
An action, two actions, dozens, observed
Rouse to resolve, to anger, to action
Briefly
But the true solution is within
I cast my chains,
And so only I can break them.
George Levitin