-----> Inspired by my blackness, haha?

Black Man

NO, black man! You cannot hit it, I've been beaten enough. You cannot use me as a sample and will not remain a visitor if you don't plan on making this your home. There's too much elastic in your back replacing the spine that once made you a man anyway, screw your flexibility! I am your sister, you are a man, BLACK MAN! I can still hear the cries of all the babies left behind by their own fathers. I can still see the pride of mine own so ashamed of my behavior and the way that I dressed that I couldn't even get that bed time story I cried so many nights for, or that protection when that question "Can I hit?" turned in to "LET me hit it". O, black man, I got the tongue of Nikki Giovanni ... I am bad. I look just like Maya Angelou, I am not cute, I am phenomenal, write it down on your skin. I breathe like Ruby Bridges, jeez can you help me?! Black man you don't have to look like that other black man that looks like that other black man. Suck up the blood of my wounds, sweep the track of my shoes black man, but don't forget your roots. Your jaws couldn't flap a mile in my space. Listen to the sweet charity of a brown girl, who has mistakenly been labeled as overlooking where she came from. But how can one ever forget being a light skin, hazel eyed, black kid feeling like you was born to be called everything but what you truly was? I'm speaking from the same umbilical cord you was clipped from, black man. You're a brother, my brother! You cannot hit, maybe we can talk about something else? Strength. Overcoming. Prosperity. How to not be a statistic, black man? Black man. Black man. Black....MAN! The only thing I hate more than a sentence without a period, is that you are on the streets, seeking to undress everything but your own mind ... Remember your daughter next time you ask a female can you hit, remember your mother and what you learned from she and your father, all the things about your family nobody else knows. Black man, not "my N.I.G.G.A.", conquer your mind. So black women can focus on helping you correct other things. #maskless#BlackHistoryMonth

Sincerely,
Black Woman

Was inspired to learn Photoshop .. 

Did this for my boyfriend for Valentine's Day! *inserts hearts and whatnot*

#MiKENergy

4,000 Miles

What's not to relate to in this play about twenty-one year old Leo who smokes pot with his ninety-one year old grandmother Vera, Amanda, who he crushes on, and Bec? NOTHING!! I mean, even if you've never smoked pot with your grandmother OR kissed your step-sister that night you were drunk, the language of this play still helps you relate to each character and the randomness of their conversation which forefront's their youthful life.

One motif that I found throughout this play was found in the language. The word "whadayacallit" was used often by Vera. This exemplified her as not an old woman who knew not what she what she wanted to say, it was something else. The word showed relationship between Vera and Leo. Below is an excerpt from the play... I mean the WHADAYACALLIT! 

Night Mother

'Night, Mother is definitely a theatrical production that can present have a few questions. Listed below are a few of them I came up with:

-Will Momma convince Jesse to not kill herself?
-Will Momma ever find out the real reason why Jesse wants to kill herself?
-Will Momma accept that Jesse is going to kill herself?

Though all of the questions above ARE important, I don't feel like any of them can be a MDQ. I feel the most legitimate question, and only MDQ in 'Night, Mother, is the one that asks will Jesse kill herself or not. This question is the only question that can be asked that has a definite yes or no answer. Example: Had Momma appeared to have accepted that Jesse was going to kill herself or that she would be fine without Jesse around, we could never know for sure what was in her heart. By the end of the play, what we COULD know is that Jesse is dead, that's solid, no debate. I think "Will Jesse kill herself" is the only MDQ.

(Theatrical Production)

 

 

(Movie link)

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1-1Gv5bI9o

TRIFLES

As for THIS movie. HA! I suppose we all can think of a time we may have been cold towards something we should've had emotions towards, but, murder? I'm not sure about this one. I mean, I highly doubt that if I accused of murdering someone, nevertheless my husband, that I could sit in my fancy rocking chair pleating my apron and such as Mrs. Wright did when Mrs. Hale and Harry came over to ask her husband John about sharing a phone line. The development of Minnie Wright's character was one that was cold but not so far gone that the audience couldn't relate to her. The facts that were uncovered by Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Peters were legitimate facts that helped the audience to understand the detachment in Mrs. Wright's heart towards the death of John. KNOT IT!

 

 

TRILFES

play 

Overtones

Believe it, OR NOT, I had not idea that there were only two characters in this play until I was halfway through the reading and Margaret actually showed up at Harriet's place, where Hetty and Maggie stirred one another up. When that was discovered, I then understood the controversy between Harriet and Hetty. The line where Harriet tells Hetty that "I am your subtle overtones," explained a lot about the relationship between Margaret and Mattie as well. Which leads to one of the things I enjoyed the most about this play. All dialogue between Maggie and Hetty was not as structured as the dialogue between Harriet and Margaret. Which allowed the audience to understand clearly that the conscious does not verbally speak clearly and concisely to the world around it. Power of the OVERTONES!

Short Film

Play

(I had trouble inserting the actual video, forgive me. Here is the link)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QQfWxUB2eA

My Blog :-)

Firstly, this blog is being created for my Script Analysis class at LSU. Here you will  find my 'ever so selected, intriguing thoughts and notions' on plays that are assigned to our class as a whole and requires everyone individually to scrutinize(harsh word?). I am looking forward to reading these blogs in the future to have documentation of my progress with additional hopes that present and future theater students from the university can visit my page as a fond example of how to progress in their own personal analysis as well. 

I admit that this IS a challenge for me. It hasn't been often that I have been open, though now I have no choice, to sharing my writings with others. If you have gmail as well, feel free to follow me, KendreaDeon.blogspot.com of course.

First thing I'm keeping in mind with my school related posts is that I have EVERY idea about who is reading my posts and I want to respect everyone according to how we are connected. With my posts that are NOT school related, what I'm keeping in mind is that I have NO idea who is reading this. That gives me comfort. I find myself more open to audiences that I am unfamiliar with vs those that I have a direct connection to. Tangibility vs. Intangibility? Something like that.

“The intangible represents the real power of the universe. It is the seed of the tangible.”

―Bruce Lee

Second thing I am using this site for, as you've probably already guessed, is a public online journal type thingy. I suppose throughout the semester I will keep things moderate, as a representation of me staying mindful of my primary reason for having a blog page anyway!! 

I must go. My brizzzain going crazy!

I hope you enjoy.

AnyHOOT, THIS IS ME, Kendrea Deon! Watch me grow, and invite me to watch you do the same!

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