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Showing posts with label Featured. Show all posts

Thursday, June 29, 2017

s u r p r i s e !



i have a youtube channel!!!
(it's still a major work in progress)
(it will be an occasional extension for my blog)
my blog website is still the main place to go for my work (and always will be), but i have a video up on my channel about one of my favorite modern artists Idelle Weber. Haven't heard of her?
Then yeah, you should check the video out.

In the future, you can expect to see more spoken word, poetry, and other artsy/fashion related stuff on the channel.

Please like, subscribe, and comment as you see fit!
Thanks for the support!

The video is below!

-angelica





Thursday, June 15, 2017

Tangibles #3

(i'm really proud of this one. i haven't written something like this in a while, but when i did, it felt wonderful)


early 20s.
that's the time right?
the time to start looking,
for a job.
a life.
a love.
it's expected.
the cut off date is about 24.
never been kissed? at 25?
you're off to a bad start.
welcome to 20,
they say.

early 20s.
this is my time.
to start looking,
for dreams.
for places.
for goals.
don't worry,
i've been kissed many times.
by the sweet smell of libraries
by the ranges of pages in my journal.

so come here 20,
let's share a spot on the ride through life.
but here's the thing,
i take my time looking through the windows.
i get lost in the blur outside.
and i never give up my seat for someone else.
in other words,
i travel it slow.
that's what I say.


-angelica delucca


Saturday, April 8, 2017

tangibles #2


evening.
he sat quietly, 
silently staring out the window.
"What do you say to a world leader?"
I smiled.
"You say the truth."
he typed on. 
a little noise wound up 
into the moving air.
history, 
history being made.
the letters rolled on.
April 1st. April 1st.




-angelica delucca

Friday, February 17, 2017

tangibles #1

i feel like i want to be a kid again.
a little one.
when everything was new and the sun was bright, never blinding.
when stories were made in plastic dollhouses and people had depth to them. 
and sometimes, when i look too deep in the irises of someone's eyes, or when i skip over the cracks on the sidewalks, 
i feel her old wildness.
will you help me get it back?
sit in the overgrown grass and watch the stars with me.
let's be flowers in a world of weeds.
let's help each other be kids again.





-angelica delucca

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

"walking through new york"

I had a big creative assignment in one of my classes this semester. The assignment was to act like a "flaneur" and write about New York City. "Flaneur" is a French term used to describe idlers, or wanderers. In 18th century Paris, this was a way of life for Parisians (and still is). Writers and artists would wander the streets for inspiration and pure observation. My piece is a poetic story.

This is what I came up with.

“Walking through New York” 
-a story of the city in autumn

It’s funny how different a city can look when you walk through it alone in autumn.  

Thursday, November 17, 2016

writing for readers 1. old books


note:
i have this wonderful friend who is just as obsessed with poetry as i am. we often text each other randomly to occasionally discuss creativity, poetry, writing, and of course new revelations in our lives. in our last texting conversation, my friend brought up my blog, and she asked about giving me a topic to write about. and i thought the idea of readers requesting topics for me to write about was a great idea! its a win-win really. i get instant inspiration, and readers get something personalized to read. so i am opening up my blog email (which you can find in the contact area of my blog), as a way for you all to request topics for me to write about. 
the first topic is: old books.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Pieces of Paris (part 1)

I've been trying to figure out how to write everything down that has inspired me lately. The truth is, it's an overwhelming and extremely difficult task to have all of this material and not know where to begin the creative process. I have seen so much in these past months. In two weeks, I traveled to three different countries and saw three major foreign cities. I flew to fashion capitals and took trains to rugged villages. And ever since I have returned, people have asked me what the best part was. What was the most beautiful  place. And I have no clear answer. Every sidewalk held its own grace, every stoop had its own story. And the collection of each place was just as beautiful as the next. But I think that what makes a place beautiful is how you choose to walk around in it. Everyone sees a place differently, but to really see the beauty of a place, you have to become a part of it. You have to forget that you are only a visitor. Because when you feel like you belong there, then the whole world becomes your home. And as a traveler that is the most freeing feeling I've ever experienced. But I still didn't know how to write it all down. All of this inspiration was just coming at me, and what resulted was scribbles of lyrics and sonnets and journal entries. I don't really know what to call these pieces of writings, because they are all  really pieces of moments from all of these beautiful places. Some were written on trains between countries, some were written in a Parisian flat, and others were thought off along ocean cliffs. To begin, here are some pieces of Paris, along with a little video accompaniment.