Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

blog trailer


i cannot believe that i have been blogging for three years already! it has been one wild ride of creativity, revelations, and just good old fashioned openness. i would have never imagined that my little hobby/ fun thing could do would be a portfolio that helped me land my first writing contract and freelance job! thank you so much for following along with me, and for looking at my pictures and reading my words. the truth is that i created this blog for me really. so that i would have a place to store my memories and my creativity, and it would be a place that would endure the test of time and would be out there as a source of discovery for my friends and family. but it has become so much more than that. it has become a conversation, a dialogue between something greater than just me and my thoughts. enter you, dear reader, and your willingness to keep my thoughts and my artsy stuff in your own memory. i am honored to take up a spot in your mind. 

so to celebrate the past three years, i put together my first ever blog trailer! i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed creating it. 

until the next post! 




xoxo,
angelica

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.

Saturday, August 13, 2016

Pieces of Paris Part 2

I still find myself going back to Paris and reminiscing on it. Its one of those places that I can't believe  I have actually been to. It was a dream before I went, it was a dream while I went, and it remains a dream even though the pictures prove that I was there and it did happen. And when Paris was happening, I knew I had to capture every moment. I filmed, I wrote, and I snapped pictures on practically every corner. Doing all of this made it even more real to me. It made me grounded in the sounds, sights, and smells that surround and embody the city of brilliant lights. This post continues on with my Paris photo diary, along with the thoughts that bring them all together. I hope you enjoy them, and I hope this little post takes you miles away to a place that really is as beautiful as a dream.

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.


Friday, July 3, 2015

a poem, a message, a post. THE WILDEST THINGS


You may be wondering why. Why in one month, I haven't blogged. Why I've been writing every night and have all of this material yet have not put anything in front of anyone to read for a whole thirty-something days. And finally, why I didn't post anything in an extremely momentous month (June) in my life- like turning 18, graduating, and getting my license. Well I thank you for wondering. The best readers always ask why.
-But i'm not going to give you an answer, an excuse, or anything of the sort. This is not a blog about my life, it's a blog on my interpretations of my life. Of course, that means that I share something. So i'm sharing this poem for you to read. Like most other poets, the real meaning is meant for you, the reader, to figure out. 

So interpret, infer, dissect.

Here ya go...

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

People are like leaves...

People are like leaves... they change when the weather's good... and when it's bad. Sometimes, they get loose and fall, and sometimes... they get loose and are finally free. But the best part isn't when they're free. The best part is when they start to float and let the air spin them a bit and whir them around until they spread their colors all over the streets and sidewalks of a seemingly gray world. The best part, is when they let life carry them away and over the edge. Leaves, they tell their stories. In the cracks, breaks, and beauty that makes them fade. It's ok that we fall. When we fall, there's always that chance that someone or something will pick us up again...and return us to the wind.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Contest Winner! (Who Caught The Light)

I have taken a long time putting together this post, and the reason is simple.
I feel like these pictures deserve more than an ordinary post. I actually got a ton of pictures for this contest, and I have to say,
EVERY ONE WAS SPECTACULAR. I was not surprised at all because, quite frankly, art is everywhere. Creativity is captured on little phones with low resolution, the next Picasso might be stenciling on an ipad, and a future bestseller might be written on a typewriter. Who knows?! If it's art, let it be. After all, art is everywhere. 
Everywhere indeed. 
On that note,after much thought, I have chosen a winner.
BEHOLD. (dramatic sounding music play... NOW)
Oh and by the way, there were a couple of other photographs that I really liked, and I just had to post as they were also awesome. Of course I had to write a couple more poems too. The ones I choose to feature are all very different. Nonetheless, they all tell stories - pretty good stories.
You guys are just too inspiring!

Monday, January 5, 2015

A Galaxy Not So Far Away-the effect of traveling far and wide

I've been to a lot of places in my seventeen years of life. Happy places, interesting places, exotic places, and the ordinarily plain places. I like discovering new places. Traveling. I like the way it feels when I step off a plane or a boat or out of a car and the air smells different- more interesting. Call it wander-lust or just plain tourist behavior. It will always happen, because I will always find myself in new places, at new times. So I continue breathing it all in, the air, the trees, or the lack-of air and trees. Sometimes I like to look back at the pictures that still make me remember the sounds, smells, and feel of it all. In this post I endeavor to take you with me, dear reader, on this journey that I can't recreate but that I can only retell through pictures that flip through my memories like thirty second commercials. And even though I've been to a lot of places, there are only a handful that are so vivid in the back of my mind. I think of these as little galaxies, the rare travels that I prefer not to revisit in the future because they are doing just fine as photo albums in my mind. Besides, the best experiences only happen once. And oh how they happen. Here are just three of the stories that have taken me far and wide, and some not so far at all.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

All the Pretty Lights

I can never not have a poem idea in my head. It gets annoying sometimes, but I can't complain. 
This poem was born out of all the times I look at a city skyline and someone says "look at all the pretty lights", and I agree but always think that there is so much that's prettier. (I'm talking about the real light shows nature puts on for us). 
I got the opportunity to think about all this again recently on a NYC rooftop.
 Here's what happened next.