Blurb 4

Oblivious to the world around him, an old man sits in the corner of a train station and plays the erhu, a traditional Chinese two-stringed bowed musical instrument, with absolute concentration. Wearing a grey tux, tinted shades, and a fedora, he manages to emit a sense of class and refinement, as he uses the bow of the erhu to release sounds of melancholy music. The audience cannot see the man’s eyes because of his shades, yet they can still sense his sadness and compassion. The music is tear-jerking, creating a sense of nostalgia and wistfulness, as he continues to play with his head bent down. He is not asking for people for money, he is just passionate about his erhu and wants others to be too.

Blurb 3

In the midst of all the New York chaos, as seemingly millions of people rushed in and out of the subway station, stood a man in a painted mask. Dressed up in black, his grey painted face contrasted starkly with the rest of his appearance. His blank eyes, visible through the holes of the mask, seem to betray no traces of emotion. He stood on top of a small platform, his body changing positions every two minutes, as he imitated the movements and expressions similar to the manikins from shopping malls. He held positions without moving, his stillness evoking a sense of peace within the audience. As the rest of the world moved rapidly around him, at the moment, he seemed to have the supernatural ability to transcend time itself.

Feature Story 1

“Calentura,” meaning feverish, frenzied, and fiery, certainly lived up to its name throughout the night at Baruch College’s Mason Hall.  The night’s seductive salsa movements, provocative singing, and heartfelt poetry definitely served to ignite the stage and hearts of many audience members. Latinos of Puerto Rico, Columbia, Dominican Republic, Ecuador, Mexico, Costa Rica, and many more all came together that night to celebrate their respective unique and vibrant cultures. These Latinos, known for their fiery personalities, surely added their spiciness into each and every performance throughout the night. Continue reading

Review (I realized I never posted my review up)

The lights started to dim as people of all ages filled the audience seats.  There was a lot of chatter and rustle going on when the curtains rose up, almost as if the audience was reluctant for the show to start because they were expecting a boring performance by the Happy Puppetry Company. As soon as the curtains rose, the audience sat back in their seats and prepared for the worst. After all, like a loud member of the audience pointed out, “Who in the world would name themselves the Happy Puppetry Company?” The program that was handed out in the beginning of the show stated that the Happy Puppetry Company is directed by leading Taiwanese puppeteers: Mrs. Szu-mei, Ko Chiang, Chai-Tsai ho, and Shih-hung. Travelling around the world, they have arrived today at New York Chinese School in order to perform a Chinese traditional story of “Wu-Song, The Tiger Hero.” Although, the story of “Wu-Song, The Tiger Hero” was bland and predictable, the intricate puppet house, skilled puppet movements and vibrant music overshadowed any flaws that might have been present in the plot line. Continue reading

Weeks of Haikus

10/6

Oh, haikus, haikus,

Oh, how I love and loathe you,

Oh, haikus, haikus.

 

10/7

Like Rebecca Black

Would say, “It’s Friday, Friday”

Thank god it’s Friday.

 

10/8

Star night, star bright. I

Can’t see any stars tonight.

But never is it dark.

 

10/9

People on the train

Only one inch away, yet

So very apart

 

10/10

The anxiety

You get when midterms arrive

Inexplicable.

10/11

Staring at the middle

Of nowhere, trying to find

Something worthwhile

10/12

Oh, so cold in the

Morning, then warm when it’s night

Is this bipolar?

10/13/11

Dancing and movement,

Music and body expression,

Night and drizzling rain.

 

10/14/11

Wind passing through me

Cold rain caressing my face

Night to remember

 

10/15/11

Future lies before me

So intangible that I

Can’t help but be scared.

 

10/16/11

Pressure that I give

Myself threatens to break me

When I’m not looking.

10/17/11

It’s a cold morning

Some ask me how I survive

Without some coffee

10/18/11

Train rocks and cradles

Me back and forth, lulling me

To peaceful slumber.

10/19/11

Thirst overwhelms me

Water can pacify me

So that I can be.

10/20/11

Seeing familiar faces

Faces of my family

Warms my happy heart.

10/21/11

Friday brings on the

End of a past week and a

Glimmer of the next.

10/22/11

Walking home alone

Time for reflection or just

Time for nothingness.

10/23/11

Heart beats faster as

My stomach sinks-

Feeling ill.

10/24/11

I admire those

Who have the capacity

To do it all.

10/25/11

Trying to beat

Time itself. Racing, racing

To get ahead.

10/26/11

It is funny how

The person you know can so

Easily become the person you knew.

10/27/11

Struggling for some

Inspiration-

Come help me please.

10/28/11

Swiping my ID card

Got my laptop out-

I am a college kid.

10/29/11

Snow in October

Walking home, my feet are numb.

Freezing my butt off.

10/30/11

Growing up can be

So tasking-

Wish I was still a kid.

10/31/11

Halloween is here!

I’m addicted to Reese’s

Peanut Butter Cups.

11/1/11

I can’t wait until

November 11, 2011

To make a wish.

 

Blurb 2

Art sometimes appears where you least expect it. As students are sitting in the 12th floor hallway of Baruch College, waiting indifferently and perhaps, even dreadfully for classes to start, a male student suddenly starts dancing. Dancing to the song, “Party Rock Anthem,” he moved to the beat of the music not with clean and executed dance moves, but with infectious and exultant energy. Arms swaying wildly, as he kicked his feet up repeatedly, his dance moves can only be described as one of a kind, a combination of break dancing, hip hop, and his own unique flavor. As the music ended and he took a bow, the audience exploded with well deserved applause. He affected each and every one of them with his own unique interpretation of art, providing art and entertainment in an otherwise boring and dull day.