Let's Get Aquainted

This is my first post on my first blog so I feel like some introductions are necessary. First of all my name is Becca Zuckerman, I'm a student as James Madison University in Harrisonburg, VA. This blog is a project for my Writing, Rhetoric, and Technical Communications class but its also an idea I've had for awhile now. This blog is meant to be a place where artists, writers and everyone in between can post ideas, artistic creations, and concerns about the world around them! Taking international issues as a basis for our artform we'll post responses and provide feedback for eachother. To demonstrate how this will work this first post will be a kind of practice. I'll provide a topic in this case: Introductions, post something that introduces you as an artist and a person, and then I'll post an artistic response and whoever reads it can do their own artistic introduction or comment on mine. Just to remind everyone that any medium is welcome I'm going to respond in a few different ways for this first post.

Me in a picture: one of my art forms is Lomography, film using toy cameras, this one was shot with a color flash holga 120

Me in a poem: 

Beat

Beat: of a heart,

of a drum?

Of your drum heart, of my dumb heart of your body as you cum.

Beat, that heavy beat, that full of heat beat,

                To

                                My

                                                Knees!

BEGGING PLEASE move my feet beat.

Beat freak, beatnik, note taking sidekick, old school poet spitting Ginsberg style rhetoric. Pick up dirty habits mostly for the helluvit.

Beat up

Ate up

Stayed up

Beatnik.

BEAT. Beat out the big guys, floating up in high skies, beat: cause defeat to elitists on the high rise.

Beat, like tired. Like breaking down the wire, like tryin to keep the fire burning,

                                                            “baby you’re a liar”

                                                              ---and I’m BEAT.

Beat like the sun beats down on my head, every day blonde head wishin it were red. Gonna beat up my shoes on this pavement til I’m dead, be a beatnik til I get kicked til that final notice says—that I’m BEAT. 

Me in a song: www.myspace.com/thepocketjournalists

Now that you know a little bit about what I do introduce yourself!