Showing posts with label instagram. Show all posts
Showing posts with label instagram. 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, February 15, 2017

introducing tangibles.



how many moments does a person experience in a day?

how many of those moments are brilliant? brilliant because they reveal life subtlety, as a sort of whispered poetry?

i've been thinking about moments. about how fast they happen, despite how frequently they occur. i have also been thinking about my blog lately, about making it something that the internet lacks. 

in reworking my blog, i came to the realization that what the internet lacks is a source of observation.

pure observation, pure connection, pure experience.


looking at different blogs, I've noticed that most are advertisements. and i get it- bloggers need to advertise products to make money sometimes (i'll probably be doing this too in the future). but a blog should not always be limited to mere advertisement.
a person should not be downgraded into a simple face for a brand. 

i want to start making this blog a true place for stories. and to do so, i'll be sharing stories. - the little stories in life that slip past us every day.
but not the made-up, make-believe kind. those are good too, but i'd rather write down the stories playing out right in front of my eyes. the real, documented observational story.
because life is pretty poetic, every last little moment of it.

take this new direction as a sort of journalistic poetry.  

so what does this mean for angelica's allegories? well, there will be more allegories.
you'll start seeing alot more "tangibles" as i like to call it. 
writing you can truly see, feel, and observe. 
i'll be writing about the things happening right in front of me.
the small, instant moments that make us human, and that are getting ignored.
and i'll be writing about memories, the kind that we all want to remember.

visually, my "tangible" posts will be shorter, almost fragmented, (like the moments they will express)
and each "tangible" will be paired with a visual.

you may notice that some of this "tangibles" will be more poetic, and others more journalistic. in the end, this will be an experiment for me as a writer and an (amateur) visual artist, and i hope you enjoy taking this ride with me. basically, my goal is to really make my blog into a body of work that i would be proud enough to possibly publish, and for angelicasallegories.com to truly be a place for stories.

in fact, i'll be opening up the opportunity for "guest tangibles". basically, you can send your own observational poetry in to be included, with full credit (or anonymously if preferred), to be featured on my blog and Instagram @angelicasallegories. 

hopefully you enjoy all of this and it inspires you to look up at the world more than down on your phone.

see you in the stories,
angelica

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

The Instagram Experiment


It was August 17. The exact time I do not know, it was rather spur of the moment, harshly put together, and carelessly whipped up. You see, I seem to make the most irrational decisions when I fail to overthink. This was one of them. But one, I must admit, I do not regret.