Literary Arts Experience

Attending the Literary Arts Festival, I found it to be interesting, if not a bit boring.  Because I came in late at 6:00 pm, the auditorium that the festival was held in was full.  Thankfully, the cafeteria had television that shows what’s going on in the festival and speakers so that I and several other people in the cafeteria could listen to what’s going on.  From what I observed, the festival wasn’t a large room with booths and a stage like what I expecting from a festival, but just simply a stage for several writers to read the winning stories, plays, and poetry.  In hindsight, that would make sense since the point of the Literary Arts Festival is to celebrate writing and a way to do that is to read out the best stories to an audience.  Once the speakers stopped working and several people including myself couldn’t hear anything, we went downstairs to be let into the auditorium to listen to the Festival, where we were able to gain seats to listen to a dance group performing during the Festival as well as listen to the written works.

The dance group was an entertaining group to both watch and listen to.  The main reason I wanted to listen to the dance group, as well as watch their dance, was because as I was watching it on the television in the cafeteria, they look rather silly without the sound moving about.  Since their moved so strange to me, I figured that the sound was a key element missing that without it, the dance made little sense.  After getting in the auditorium, I learned that this dance was a step dance with a lot of stomping and clapping, which made a lot more sense to me.  The dance was very entertaining, though I didn’t care to much about what the dancers were shouting as they danced.  After the performance, the Festival resumed with more written work readings.

Some of the written works I listen to I recognised due to previously reading them with my Creative Writing class.  One of them was called Washington Mews, which I believe is about a moment when a buy and a girl breaks up.  The part of the poem that clued me in on the idea was when the lady in the poem turned around and walked away like she would did on a bar stool, but “the joy gone out of it now”.  This part tells me that not only are they breaking up, but in the same area they either first met or meet a lot up in.  As the man calls out, the lady kept walking, indicating that whatever relationship they had is over.  As she left, she said something in a different language that means something on the lines of he wants her and sometimes, she wants him too.  I think that this meant that though that the lady is breaking up with the guy, she is hurt like how the guy is hurt, even though it’s over for both of them.

The Festival was entertaining, but I wasn’t able to fulling pay attention to many of the written works without spacing out and losing what’s going on in the written works.  However, in the end, I found the Festival to be nice.

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