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Vila's Poetry
I am a Poet | A Heart is a Lonely Hunter | Searching for My Religion
WHAT INSPIRES ME?
What inspires me? I've often asked this question about my
painting and my poems. The answers are always the same, people,
places, and things.
On people, I search for a person of authenticity. Once
I find them, I hold on to them for as long as I can, because
as an artist, I crave that authenticity. It is a rare quality
to find these days. So often people conform to society's norms,
and they rarely know who they really are. Or dare to live
their life as they imagine it to be. I rather die of boredom
than go through a conversation with a person who does not
have passion in life. My muses are often of strong individuals,
who come from various backgrounds, economics, education, eccentricities,
and ethnicities. Perhaps, it's because I am bored, and I need
intellectual stimulation, and I search for that in a person
of authenticity. Once in awhile, I get lucky and find my muse.
On places, I loved to travel. In my short life, I've been
blessed, and have traveled all over. My favorite places are
in Europe, particularly, Marseille, Paris, Tuscany, and Venice.
Perhaps, it's because I loved art, history, and old architectures.
I often ponder through these cities, and imagined the kinds
of people who have lived here, traveled here, and what their
lives may have been then. When I travel, I write poems, in
my imaginary mind, I write poems about love, longing, passion,
and erotic thoughts. I think its because, I read a few too
many love sonnets, and writings by such authors as Henry Rousseau,
Henry Miller, Anias Nin, Ayn Rand, E.M Forster, the Great
Pablo Neruda, Virginia Wolfe, Jack Kerovac, Tolstoy, Dante,
Flaubert& etc. I also loved tropical places too. I find
that I can't live without the sun on my skin. I loved Hawaii,
Puerto Vallarta, Palm Springs etc... And I can't live without
the nightlife, dancing, the theaters, the Jazz, and Symphonies.
I loved New York City, Maccallans 18 on the rocks, or my favorite
bottle of Malbec, and I am in haven. New York City is the
only place in the world, where people don't sleep. It is the
only place that I've been inspired to write poetry at 3am,
while waiting for my train in Penn Station. Now that's inspiration.
Summer of 2004, I was fortunate to be in New York City for
fourteen days. Aside from work in those fourteen days, I was
absolutely inspired by the city, the energy, and the people.
Thus, I wrote 20 poems.
December 2004, I was also lucky enough to get away to Mexico,
Puerto Vallarta. My first time in Mexico, and I fail in love
with a city call Salulita. A beautiful quiet, seaside surf
town. I met a two years old girl name Maggie there, and she
was trying to teach me how to let go. What an extraordinary
thing, innocents!!! I spend an entire afternoon, crashing
into waves with Maggie on the beach of Salulita, letting
myself go. If she only knew, what good she's done me.
On things that inspires me are art, photos, books, and
items that have story and history behind it. Movies, music,
and live performances inspire me as well. I love foreign films,
particularly French, Italian, and Spanish. I loved foreign
accents. I don't know what it is, but I find it extremely
erotic and sexy. And yes, they do inspire my writing as well.
On the subject of art, I see art as an extension of truth
from the artist. Truth in that the artist allows the viewer
open interpretation, whatever it is that the viewer wants
to see in the artwork, its there. So, I appreciate the brutal
honesty in art. Photos are captions of time, and in it
is also truth and honesty. It keeps time still for that moment,
and I loved its stillness, because you can not go back to
that time, once time passes, it's done, and its gone. Books
stimulates my mind, as is with people and places& .book
served as my psychological escape to a place I can't be, so
I loved that temporary escape from my reality.
So, you see, I am just like you, in that I search for truth,
meaning, love, I am malnourish and I need you& . Tell
me, what is it all about anyway? There are no answers, just
questions, like poets and artists before me, they too, have
searched, and not found, perhaps some did find, so as my story
goes, I will keep on searching for my authentic self.
I am the journey and the journey is I.
For Your Reading Pleasure, read and review
my poetry at www.poets.com.
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