Samara O'Shea

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Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

Friday, January 20th, 2017

I’m taking a certification class in Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT). Recently, our instructor mentioned a poem entitled “Autobiography In Five Short Chapters.” She says it’s something she shares with clients on occasion to help them take responsibility for their actions and to emphasize that change is gradual. She didn’t bring the poem up on screen, so I made a note to look it up later. I’m so glad I did. I think we can all identify!

This poem has been known to resonate with people in recovery from substance use problems. I also think it’s tailor made for the unrequited love population. How I wish I had known of this poem when I wrote Loves Me..Not!

Autobiography In Five Short Chapters

Chapter I

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost… I am hopeless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter II

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter III

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in… it’s a habit… but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter IV

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter V

I walk down another street.

~ Portia Nelson

The Raven

Wednesday, October 10th, 2012

I am interrupting my hiatus to share a video art project I mentioned a while back. I teamed up with two good friends and we had some fun with Poe’s most famous work: “The Raven.”

Below is a description of the project and below that is the video itself. If you have a moment to stop by the Vimeo page and leave a comment it would be greatly appreciated (by me and Poe). Don’t worry, we didn’t cut the poem short. We’re only posting two minutes(ish) of the eight-minute video to accommodate short attention spans. Without further ado:

Edgar Allan’s Poe’s supernatural poem “The Raven” gets a 21st-century twist in an 8-minute video by Poker Fairy Tale. Although it was written 167 years ago, “The Raven” is as haunting and relevant now as it was when it was first published. Hidden in the shadows are themes of voyeurism, feminism and how social media enables the descent into modern madness.

Rarely is “The Raven” recited by a woman. Here, the female voice lends itself to emotional cues that might be missed with the traditional male reading. For example, the narrator mentions “smiling” twice in the poem leading listeners to believe s/he is more manic than melancholy. Filmed in the attic of the Church of the Holy Trinity in Philadelphia, PA the decaying exterior represents the narrator’s emotionally rotting interior.

Created by Samara O’Shea, Daniel Meirom & Jennifer Shahade for Features Samara O’Shea as the narrator. Sound mix by Quinn Waters. Poker Fairy Tale is a collection of game inspired video art excerpts created by Daniel Meirom and Jennifer Shahade.

The Raven from Poker Fairy Tale on Vimeo.

Here Comes the Sun

Wednesday, June 20th, 2012

“I fell for her in summer, my lovely summer girl,
From summer she is made, my lovely summer girl,
I’d love to spend a winter with my lovely summer girl,
But I’m never warm enough for my lovely summer girl,
It’s summer when she smiles, I’m laughing like a child,
It’s the summer of our lives; we’ll contain it for a while
She holds the heat, the breeze of summer in the circle of her hand
I’d be happy with this summer if it’s all we ever had.”

~ Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

Winter Solstice Poem

Thursday, December 22nd, 2011

It’s a very warm winter solstice here in the northeast, but I’m not fooled. She’s just waiting to wield her wrath. Winter is the cleansing season. I hope you enjoy (the season and the poem)!

When you startle awake in the dark morning
heart pounding breathing fast
sitting bolt upright staring into
dark whirlpool black hole
feeling its suction

Get out of bed
knock at the door of your nearest friend
ask to lie down ask to be held

Listen while whispered words
turn the hole into deep night sky
stars close together
winter moon rising over white fields
nearby wren rustling dry leaves
distant owl echoing
two people walking up the road laughing

Let your soul laugh
let your heart sigh out
that long held breath so hollow in your stomach
so swollen in your throat

Already light is returning pairs of wings
lift softly off your eyelids one by one
each feathered edge clearer between you
and the pearl veil of day

You have nothing to do but live

~ Anonymous

Happy Summer Solstice!

Tuesday, June 21st, 2011

Once again, the season changes. Let us not resist but welcome summer in her glory—storms, bugs, humidity and all!

Summer by Emily Dickinson

Summer — we all have seen —
A few of us — believed —
A few — the more aspiring
Unquestionably loved —

But Summer does not care —
She goes her spacious way
As eligible as the moon
To our Temerity —

The Doom to be adored —
The Affluence conferred —
Unknown as to an Ecstasy
The Embryo endowed —

Winter Solstice

Tuesday, December 21st, 2010

Welcome to the first day of winter. I think we should celebrate its arrival the way we celebrate all the other seasons. Winter certainly serves its purpose. It kills bacteria and bugs so we aren’t infested. It sends us inside to spend time with loved ones. It freshens the air, darkens the sky, and without winter we wouldn’t have such an appreciation for all the other seasons.

Below is a silly little video / winter solstice poem, and below that is a time lapsed video of last night’s winter solstice lunar eclipse. The season is magic already!

Winter Solstice Lunar Eclipse from William Castleman on Vimeo.

Autumn Equinox

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010

Autumn Song
by Katherine Mansfield

Now’s the time when children’s noses
All become as red as roses
And the colour of their faces
Makes me think of orchard places
Where the juicy apples grow,
And tomatoes in a row.

And to-day the hardened sinner
Never could be late for dinner,
But will jump up to the table
Just as soon as he is able,
Ask for three times hot roast mutton–
Oh! the shocking little glutton.

Come then, find your ball and racket,
Pop into your winter jacket,
With the lovely bear-skin lining.
While the sun is brightly shining,
Let us run and play together
And just love the autumn weather.