Author Archives: Kelly Wu
Your Choice Reporting 4
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.
Kelly’s Creative Work 3
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.
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Feature Story Podcast
Music Credits go to Selena’s song, “Si Una Vez.” Sorry about the poor quality pictures. [display_podcast] idc feature story podcast final
Haiku Podcast
My Haiku Podcast. Music credit to Ryan Cabrera’s song, True. [display_podcast]
Haiku-10/26/11
It is funny how
The person you know can so
Easily become the person you knew.
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
Haiku-10/25/11
Trying to beat
Time itself. Racing, racing
To get ahead.
Haiku-10/24/11
I admire those
Who have the capacity
To do it all.
Haiku-10/23/11
Heart beats faster as
My stomach sinks-
Feeling ill.
Haiku-10/22/11
Walking home alone-
Time for reflection or just
Time for nothingness.
Jenny’s Podcast
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.