Anti-Columbus?

So Columbus Day has come and gone but I am wondering if there’s a common consensus. Does everyone know what Columbus actually did? Does everyone know how detrimental he was to whole population? How he raped, pillaged, enslaved, and murdered… To me that isn’t someone to celebrate.

The whole history of the United States is skewed and the truth is only recently coming into the light, as the books we read in public school are so biased. All written by a rich white man, who was in the position of power, following a line of oppression, and willing to exploit humans to help themselves.

Adolph Hitler himself stated that some of his inspiration for genocide came from the United States. A fascist, who killed millions, said he gained inspiration from explorers coming to an inhabited land, and ripping it away from those who had settled on it. It truly is disgusting to me that we continue to ignore what it is that we have done. Maybe not us specifically, but as a ‘culture’ we celebrate someone who destroyed an indiscriminate amount of lives.

It isn’t just about Columbus, it’s about the American perspective, it’s about our lack of knowledge, and understanding. It’s about the wrongful information we receive, in order to better fit the narrative. We are fooled into thinking our country is great. When in fact, our country could be great, we could be compassionate, empathetic, and helpful to others. Unfortunately, I don’t think that’s something we can do until we acknowledge our past for what it truly is.

There is, of course, room for human error, as those in the past are just as human as we are now, and we all make mistakes. Mass murder is not something to be taken lightly. That isn’t a simple lapse in judgement. Columbus set out, commissioned by Spain to find gold. To make money, and when he found ‘savages’ (which is just ridiculous, as they had more knowledge in many areas, and had created a predominately peaceful way of life), he decided to exploit them for all they were worth, putting them in chains, forcing them to change their beliefs. Destroying not only the people themselves, but their culture as well.

How do you feel about 1492?

Echo by Woodsy the Performance Poet

John is able to elicit emotion through words more eloquently than anyone I’ve ever known. I’ve found his words sometimes haunting, sometimes consoling, hopeful, and dark. The contradiction shadowed only by the truth of it. There are moments of triumph, moments of defeat, and most importantly millions of little moments in between, that can only be captured by a true poet. Someone who feels completely, and knows that words can become a gateway to human connection.

I thought I would share here, one of his pieces, accompanied by a few of my own works, I hope you’ll consider reading some of his other beautiful poems at https://woodsydotblog.wordpress.com

I saw your face this morning –

something I needed,

outside of it all.


I reached out,

years too late to feel your skin,

and felt the echoes of your spirit.


These days,

it is the shadows

and empty spaces

that push me forward –

not quite

a ride or a dance or a dream…

just the last little ticks of nightmare…


falling away.


But here you are,

nestled in blue…


in the surf and the sky

and the morning…

and all of those things I can’t do.

 
Here you are,

filling

this crater of heartbeats

with the echo of yesterday’s screams:


“I’m getting better!”


The one damn thing you needed.

The one thing I did, too.


So did the world that forgot you were there…


showing it something,

everywhere.  


Sometimes, I’m lost here,

just like you,

slicing the world

with a hot steel blade:


“I’m getting better!”


(from this, from them, from you)


Trying

to shove a kinder,

less merciless truth

into indifferent ears:


“I’m getting better!”


(from this, from them, from stuff you say… stuff you do)


The only scream

I have left –

and sometimes,

the only scream nobody hears anymore.


A ghost scream,

throwing out my numbers and my codes,


filling

the crater of my heart

with precious bursts of echo,


like that smile:


always the gentlest

of explosions,

your smiles.


Starbursts

in the bear pit…

tiny factories of bonfire,

sat on the edge by darkness

and

blossoming

somewhere between…


I saw you sadder than before.

You saw me deeper in there too.


You hold some part of me

that’s still far better in your hands,

haunting

all those happy endings

that came scavenging

in your wake.


The truth is,

I’m more at home in darkness now,

whittling your echoes into kindling

and lighting our bonfires

with their own kind of peace…


riding out your faces and your loves


and showing the world

and the lights out of town


just what they say about me.

Doodles: Day 6

One more doodling day to go! I’ve been having a lot of fun drawing a bit each day, it’s something that I think a lot of people lose over time. Once life gets busy, and we are all worried about the daily grind, artistic hobbies can take a back burner. It’s sad that the world seems to undervalue creative minds, with so much going on in technology and science fields, we all know that becoming a computer engineer is a lot more monetarily rewarding, and a safer choice. Rather than becoming an artist, writer, or musician, which is basically asking for a life filled with uncertainty.

All that said, drawing more, and pursuing more artistic fields has given me reason to keep cultivating a part of myself that is really defining. I’m not a computer engineer, and I accept that fact that not everything will be conventional, or safe, about my path in life. I may never become a professional artist, but I sure as hell like spending my time doing things I truly enjoy. Whether that be writing, drawing, painting, sculpting, or photography. I never feel as though that time was wasted.

Doodling: Day 5

As some may have noticed, if you read my last post, I left for a weekend camping trip. It’s safe to say, that it was a much appreciated break from everything. It’s always so nice to be completely disconnected from the modern world. It makes me so excited for my future plans of travel and camping around in different national parks. I’ve talked often about how much I crave adventure, and escapade. Every time I get out, and go somewhere to camp for a few days, it reignites that desire in me.

Anyway, after a few days without posting I thought it was about time to get back on the band wagon, and keep, keeping on. Without further a do, here are some crappy doodles I tried to do during the drive. Moving vehicles on dirt roads, don’t make drawing easy, that’s for sure. It’s the effort that counts I suppose. Also, I found that drawing with pencil, after days of using ballpoint, is supremely difficult. I have always preferred pen for drawing, I’m not really sure why but, I think I’ll probably be using pen from here on out.

Reflecting on the past: Sketches

I thoroughly enjoyed looking back at old notebooks, and because I found an old high school sketchbook recently, I decided to reflect on some old drawings as well. I find it super interesting to see what my tortured adolescent brain decided to come up with. Let’s dive in, and find out.

As it turns out, circles and lines have always been my thing. Maybe I speak fluent alien, and just don’t know it?

I really like this one, I remember it taking hours upon hours of stippling, I’d say it was worth it none the less. It’s something pretty to look at, and it’s actually quite relaxing drawing a bunch of tiny dots, in interesting patterns.

Another one of my favorite doodling habits, shapes and shading. What a way to kill a few hours, especially during school. I have to have a million homework assignment sheets, and old tests, all covered with drawings like these. School was never really a source of enjoyment for me, but I found doodling to be a good way to kill a lot of time there.

Ignore the page staining, I must’ve spilled some coffee on it at some point… Oops. Anyway, this is the first page in the sketchpad, and as you can see it’s could definitely use some work. That said, the emotion behind it still holds strong for me. I was a pretty angsty teen, but to be honest it was only because I was so mad about the injustices of the world, still am, to be perfectly honest. This drawing was created after watching a documentary about war-torn countries, and seeing images of children stuck amidst the chaos, just broke my heart.

Well, let’s follow the last image up, with some characters I drew. Honestly, drawing characters was one of my favorite things to do, although I have to say, I still suck at drawing anatomy. I really only drew floating heads, it’s always fun none the less.

See what I mean about the anatomy? However, this alien guy is actually one of my favorites from all of the old sketches in this book. I just find him so cute, and I’m sure I had some story for this guy as well. Maybe I’ll have to revisit and revamp some of these old character designs.

Well, I guess that’s about it for shareable doodles, for now. Does anyone have tips for learning to draw figures, people, and anatomy?? I would genuinely appreciate any tips or tricks, especially now that I’m taking some extra time lately to doodle away.