No Mans Land

I wrote a poem, maybe four days ago about the state of mind I am in.




No Mans Land
It’s humid and black
Enveloping reality with its deep purple veil and reveals nothing
The opening has dissolved into the black of the shadow,
And I’m in the middle
Still, as a hammock missing a playful breeze
Still as the night when the universe has found peace, nearly impossible in its state
I sit, awake nor a sleep
Awaiting the light to flood in, giving birth to fresh new prisms of light
Waiting for something to come into sight
It’s a no man’s land, clear in it’s dislocation
I’m in no man’s land,
Expecting the organic push of gravity to arrive any moment
When finally; Without a thought
It places me inside an untouched socket,
Until my keen eyes follow it, and claim it
The indissoluble future arrives, with new found haste
Faster then last moments decay in a young woman’s memory




Anyways, I am moving in tomorrow...slightly nervous and excited. Hope everyone's movies are going well.

Love Hannah

-no old city can run away from having a beautiful church




-more pretty clouds




-so many of the most beautiful clouds I had ever seen, paired with the architecture I almost died








-another neat building








-so many amazing old buildings



- I don't know how to rotate it...HELP


- so many gorgeous spiral starcases

-mother and I interesting angle

-looking up! (to the future maybe? or just the pretty clouds)



that's it, I hope you like the pictures (I've been practicing my photography) I really enjoy doing it!

-the church was gorgeous

the tree seemed theatre-revolveisssh

Hello Everyone, so I am on day three of my journey towards university...it still feels far away, I thought I would post pictures...you know,of Old Montreal...hopefully you enjoy them. HOW ARE ALL OF YOU??? PLEASE E-MAILME!

love you all.

Things that Happen RIGHT before Change

All I can do is think about how I don't write enough, and how I can never finish anything. I came to the conclusion that I use writing as a tool (like many other people) to re-experience things, even if they aren't portrayed in the same order, or in a biographical reflection...which brings me to the reason why I think my "drive" to write has decreased and my need to just brew, and contemplate has increased, BECAUSE there needs to be a distinct shift for me from one point in my life to the other, so that I have a clear place that I can try and recapture, re-experience, and to incorporate positively into my memories so that I can use them for my new adventures...

that's all I have to say about that.

OTHER exciting news is that I will be starting a Revolve Society at King's (now it's obviously not official yet because I need to fill out a form when I get there on the 1st, but I'm hoping it will all work out, I will be recording how the society is doing from details to events [one of which is going to be a movie night where the girl's who are doing the film workshop will have their films displayed!] so yes, I will keep everyone up to date on the progress of the society)

Other than that, all the best to everyone! I won't have much time until the society is up and running to blog again, so this will probably be my last until september (which isn't too far away)

until next time...

GAH IT'S BEEN WAY TOO LONG SORRY!
I just would like to take the time during this post to say thank you to EVERYONE for the wonderful experience I have had so far. This has honestly been one of the most artistically enriching experiences I have ever had. I will cherish all that I have learned and hold it on closely as I venture into the foreign world of Halifax.

Please come visit me, my e-mail is hanzritz08@hotmail.com

do not hesitate to contact, share ideas, rant whatever.

who's going to shakespeare in the park on sunday?

anyways, just a short message full of love.

stay well everyone.

The Bubble has Burst!

I had a conversation with my brother while we were walking to Davisville station: well, it was more like me just talking and him day dreaming, so it was quite solitary in both respects, yet we were both actively trying to convince the other person that we were involved when really our independent thoughts were what interested us most. Somehow it worked, and no feelings were hurt.

I was thinking about how the idea of being an artist, and expressing yourself is so sensationalized and idolized at unnecessary rates. Especially for the type of environment the people I know have come from. Of course, if you come from an educated family, and are given a huge emphasis on education, and are provided with sufficient support with regards to food and shelter that you will have some extra alone time on your hands, and unless you have the brain capacity of a button, you might think once and a while. These thoughts might not make sense within the tight walls of your brain, so you might decide to write about them, after years of practice they form into stories, songs, poems, monologues, self portraits, and sculptures, it is clear that people of this environment are raised to have the time to express themselves, and yet we venerate it when some one says "I'm taking time to write" well good for you, you've had time you're whole life. NOW I'm not saying there isn't something selfless in this act, because after all, I do believe we give a little part of ourself to every piece we create, but it really says a lot about this extreme admiration that (me included) people of this environment have been extremely sheltered. What really amazes me (and this has been from people I have met through Revolve, and also through random encounters) is that, amidst moving to another country, surviving on your own in come which is not too generous, and learning a new language, an invidual finds the energy and brain capacity (which might almost be full emotionally anyways from all of the change) that they still have the extreme generosity and drive to still be creative and share. This is a new quality, and concept I admire so profoundly, that I am beginning to re-evaluate what inspires me to create.

I've learned that I can no longer feel superior, or different for writing, or doing things creative, it's what I've been raised to do, but instead of using it as vast inner monologues and self reflection to now look into other people's lives for inspiration: I'm definately going through a transition phase with regards to what inspires me, prior to the passed couple of months there were many new feelings, and experiences in my life that I could draw from as 'inspiring' but now I realize that there are many more universal ones outside of me that I must explore in order to connect outside of my tiny bubble. It's a beautiful one, don't get me wrong, but change is absolutely necessary.

Cheers!

Today's rehearsal was so exhausting, but despite the huge amount of ideas provided at all ends I still believe the show will succeed, and has so much promise.

I'm so tired right now. I'm currently dressed in a prince charming outfit. thought all of you should know...haha or if anyone reads this at all. I'm waiting for the guests. I feel like my life is a giant cannon of anticipation of waiting for events that are certain to happen, but what exactly they are is all a mystery, I suppose I would be extroardinarily egoccentric if I believed I was the only person feeling this way. I guess this existential 'suspended in air/time' sensation is fairly normal, but rather it is the way in which this suspension ceases, and we hit the ground, or the torrents of events, and the way we respond that makes each individual's experience of this existential awareness completely unique and therefore all the more solitary.

Those are my thoughts today, maybe they don't make sense, maybe they will in a thousand years, maybe they once did.

Cheers