7th Annual Poetry Festival 2017

Jul 29, 2017 - Jul 30, 2017

Gaudys appeared at the 7th Annual NYC Poetry Festival on Governors Island on July 29th & 30th, 2017, reading on the main stage and Ring of Daisies open mic area. The event included over 75 poetry organizations and 250 poets, artists and craft makers, and poetry-inspired installation art. For more information on the event, visit the festival website.

 7th Annual Poetry Festival at Governor's Island (2017)   

7th Annual Poetry Festival at Governor's Island (2017)

 

  The Pearl inside the Orchid  sold at the 7th Annual Poetry Festival, Governor's Island   

The Pearl inside the Orchid sold at the 7th Annual Poetry Festival, Governor's Island

 

 Ring of Daisies Open Mic Event, Governor's Island

Ring of Daisies Open Mic Event, Governor's Island

A Review of "Honour: Confessions of a Mumbai Courtesan"

By Gaudys Laxury

The New York International Fringe Festival is presenting Honour: Confessions of a Mumbai Courtesan during its 20th anniversary from August 12-28, 2016 at the WOW Café Theatre. In this dark tale, Honour offers an emotional take of survival, pride, and the pursuit of truth in Indian brothels written and performed by theatre artist and NYWIFT member Dipti Mehta.

The one-woman show tells the story of the life of a young courtesan in the Mumbai pleasure district as she floats through her inner desires to escape or succumb to her ill-fated destiny. Mehta plays not only Rani, the courtesan, but also the wide variety of characters she interacts with: Chameli, the mother; Laal, the Shyam; the pimp; Pandit, the priest; Mina, the Eunuch; and Draupadi, the princess from the Indian epic Mahabharata. Mehta’s performance is amazing — she beautifully embodies each role while masterfully intertwining character performance with rhythmic dance combinations.

 Dipti Mehta as Rani, the Daughter (photo by Gaudys Laxury)

Dipti Mehta as Rani, the Daughter (photo by Gaudys Laxury)

The set is simple yet inviting, a chair with two pillows—less is more, which allows the audience to focus on the storyline and development of each character.

It would have been helpful to have a description on the program outlining the characters, but between Mehta’s interpretations and the background narration it is manageable enough to follow. The audience stays engaged throughout the entire show, laughing at the comedic moments and remaining quiet during the poignant parts. Mehta makes her incredibly controlled performance appear spontaneous and effortless, while fully and crisply embodying the characters.

Throughout each of the stories, movement and powerful music captivate the audience. One cannot help but visualize the struggles Rani, Chameli and Mina have endured and ponder how in real life most of the women involved in similar situations do not have a choice about their occupation.

 The introduction of Mehta as Rani (photo by Gaudys Laxury)

The introduction of Mehta as Rani (photo by Gaudys Laxury)

Each story is skillfully crafted and connected, and Mehta gracefully transitions from one character to the other. She is phenomenal in her theatrical interpretation of the main character, Rani, who learned the tricks of the trade in order to entice potential clients, but is not allowed to pursue her sexuality for her own fulfillment. The depiction of the complexities between the mother and daughter is deeply moving. Mehta is particularly hilarious as Mina (the Eunuch) and gives the priest spiritual dignity with her deceptively gentle but comedic manner.

Honour stirs many emotions — alternately fun, sad, touching, comedic, and entertaining — while bringing light to a serious subject matter in modern society: sex trade and the women involved.

Honour is playing at the WOW Café Theatre (59-61 East 4th Street, 4th Floor, New York, NY 10003).

There are two shows remaining:

Friday, August 26th at 2:00 p.m.

Saturday, August 27th at 5:00 p.m.

Tickets are available at FringeNYC.org.

Ridiculous...

Politics…aah, the proverbial word to not speak, talk, or mention now-a-days—but this is just getting plain ridiculous. Black, white, yellow, brown—we should all be united. Stop the hatred, stop the hate! The back and forth bantering, the arguing, the ‘I am this because of that and you should follow my ideologies too’…ridiculous. The ‘your skin is a certain color’ so you did this and you did that…ridiculous. The ‘she is a woman so she can’t be president' and ‘he is a business person with no political sense’ and ‘he is an old person who will probably die before the four year ends’...ridiculous. Let’s stop the hate. The back and forth, the protests, the arguing, the nonsense killings…ridiculous. The darkrooms, the alleys, the slashing's, the ‘shit’ being thrown in your face (literally and figuratively)…ridiculous. The taxing, the poor, the helpless…ridiculous. 

Why not utilize the sheer will of the people to force the revolution we want to see happen? If the process is not working with us or for us, than let’s work the process. A ‘write-in vote’ perhaps? 

Neither for donkey or elephant, than write in tiger, lion, or wolf. But let’s move the political process out of those dark rooms and into the limelight, our way in our terms. Let’s stop the ridiculousness and the status quo that seems to refuse to work for the will of the people.

Peace and love for all…because it’s all just plain ridiculous.

© Copyright 2016 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

The Tranquil Mountains...

The calming skies of white and gray, brings a breath of fresh air; a tranquility to the soul -- no sound.

Listening to boleros and slow rhythmic sounds, avoiding the cows on the road and holes on the ground; relaxing en route to the tropics and blue waters, brings a feeling of calmness and warmth all around.

The earthy brown soil, an old man tending to his cows, a lonely dog on the hacienda roof, the fresh vegetables and fruits; the feeling of walking bare foot, just take off those boots.

These tranquil skies are high and above, with birds flying free as high above the clouds; no one can hear your thoughts, the best time to scream out loud.

What tranquil skies in front of me; a moment to breath with your own thoughts and be free.

© Copyright 2014 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

Empire Skies...

Live your life and do what you want. Listen to your inner self - it does you no wrong. - freedom from all - freedom from the world - freedom from yourself - freedom from impossibilities Open up your heart and feel what is real. One look, one voice, one mind - an infinite impact to others. Be it realism, optimism, pessimism - live your life and listen to your inner self. The empire skies are up and above your reach; and yet close enough to touch. - freedom from doubts - freedom from the conventional - freedom from the norm Live your life beyond the empire skies.

© Copyright 2013 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

Rose Quartz

rose_quartz_heartTreasure life and live each moment, as if it were the last;smile one second each day- don't live in the past. Hug and give yourself a pat; live, dance, and be free - don't be a door mat. But if no smiles come out; then try a different route. The route to live day by day and moment to moment; the would, the should, the could - not the couldn't. Aim for your dreams to make it happen, as life could pass you by; avoid the dead ends, the blackouts, and pitfalls - just fly. Life can stop without a moment’s notice, a grandfather clock that standstill; But pause for a second and go, go go - climb up that hill. Don't wrap yourself in four walls without smelling the roses; see life through a rose quartz...aim for positive choices.

© Copyright 2013 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

Pursuit of Something...

Don't say...pursuit-of-something4I will call you, when you don't. I will text you, when you won't. I will pass by to see you...just from afar. We’ll talk later...cross my heart. Great things will happen to you...just not with me. I will reach you when I get back...couldn’t get to you, I busted my knee. You're cute...but not sexy. You're amazing...but next please. You're nice...but not bad. You're bad and not nice enough...don’t get mad. You're too tall...I can't see the sky. You're too short...I see that cutie over you passing by. You're complicated...simplicity would be sweeter. You're sweet and simple...complexity is not bitter. You're mysterious...you must be a spy. You're outspoken...no mystery – bye, bye! Today you brighten my day...but tomorrow reality will kick in. You make me feel so much better...yet the feeling is not so genuine. I'm concentrating on my studies...I'm just not into you. I'm focused on my career...you’re just not a part of the long-term view. A contradiction of endless anomalies in the pursuit of something; better to say more or shhh...don’t say nothing.

© Copyright 2013 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

Beat of the Night...

The stars beyond the horizon, glow dim throughout the night; but out of darkness lurks the luminescent deep and bright light.

Thoughts come in and out with the beat of every sound; the pouncing, the movement, the thumping...ready to be unwound.

The night is dark, the unconditional shallow halls, and quiet alley ways; but then comes the music, the people, the heart beats, that goes on for days.

Thump, thump, thump....boom da da da da boom; an explosion of lights, sounds, people - it's one of those crazy deep tunes.

Let's go paint that ceiling with rhythmic pleasantry; for it's a night of fun and laughter - the perfect zen and glee.

© Copyright 2012 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

Heartache…

Feeling so out of place…out of mind, body and soul; too young to roll in the big leagues, too old to play with dolls. More than a quarter of a century has passed; along with the drama and heartache - an improvisational thespian cast.

The frustration of not moving forward…go, go go! Always feeling like it’s in reverse – it truly blows!

Six months has past, a year, two, three, four...well we get the point; but no one tells you that time flies so fast, no advisement, not even a checkpoint.

No this is not your typical inspirational poetry, but an ode to the cymbaltic; a moment for venting, screaming, shouting and all that dark logic.

Save the hugs, the faith, the prayers as life is at a standstill; nothing seems to be progressing, it’s an unbelievable downhill.

And then there is that ‘to hang out with anyone, just to hangout’ mentality; but when deep down inside you’re yearning for stability.

What is age but an idiotic definition of time; a sublime stupidity, an excuse to contest a long hard climb?

© Copyright 2012 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

Triunfador...

Triumph is in the eye of the beholder -- walking alone is like walking in vain; but with great support and loyalty, you'll meet your dreams and aims.

© Copyright 2012 by Gaudys Laxury. All rights reserved.

Un Poema Para Las Madres...

Una persona única, especial, fundamental; Que trae sonrisas, alegría – más allá del auroral.

Siempre apoyando sin pensar; Nunca pensando de abandonar.

Es la gran persona de nuestras vidas; La número uno, siempre estamos agradecidas.

Nuestras mamas, ¡Qué lindas, que hermosas!

Que dulces… ¡Tan afectuosas!

Feliz día de las Madres a todos y en el extranjero. Con mucho amor sincero y verdadero.

Pensando en las horas…

Son tantos los pensamientos del día, que las horas pasan y todavía hay más que reflexionar.

Reflexiones en un espejo de quien será y no pensando en el que dirán.

Dirigiendo una palabra en ese aire tan frio, para entender y suavizar la locura de la mente.

Una mentalidad casi absurda, lleno de pensamientos e ideas, como un crucigrama, difícil de entender.

Comprenderse, motivarse, y aceptarse es la realidad, que un día tiene veinte-cuatro horas.

Horas que vienen y van como las aguas turbulentas, y tratando de organizar el día – nadando suavemente a través de las corrientes.

Las horas pasan, pero la tranquilidad continua, con un respiro profundo hasta el día siguiente.

The Desert Sphinx...

Walking in the middle of the Sahara desert,without a sight in the horizon.

Drinking but only the drips seen upon layers and layers of silky sweat.

Thinking of where to go and which direction to take, but still walking in this lonely desert.

The sun, so hot and humid hits the skin like a nice summers day in the lovely Jones beach but take away the ocean, the sand, and the people at hand.

Wondering which path to take, which road to follow-- as if there is anything left to swallow.

Run, run!! No where to hide, in this lonely desert, but only your thoughts and dreams and wishes will lead the path.

A stroll, a leap, a skip...a jump...but move forward as your mind is the companion in this riddle; the lovely riddle of the desert Sphinx.

Oh Willow Tree…

Frustration is the name of the game;amidst the dark blue sky and the swaying willow tree.

Running in the open road between the unknown and the unsaid; beyond the shadows and sublime triangle.

Feeling the waters in the sky like hot steam coming off a radiator; to the pressures of the volcanic seven summits.

Seeking, looking, gazing to the introspections of the world; beyond the hour glass, each time ticking by.

Like old father time and its antiquity to the baby new year; new hopes and dreams.

One look above beyond bright lights, moonlight thoughts; the darkness follows, but swallowed by the hollow willow tree.