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Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
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Sunday, December 29, 2013

Mara Netto


This is my great-great-aunt, Anna Schwiebert. Her maiden name was Otten, born in Germany. She, like myself, was a writer of poetry and fiction. She wrote under the pen name "Mara Netto." My family has kept many copies of her original work, mostly unpublished, but several years ago my grandmother (her niece) from Oceanside, NY mistakenly sold several of her manuscripts at a garage sale. 

As a writer, losing something you have created is like losing a piece of yourself. These manuscripts not only represent Anna's life work, but her memory. I never met her, but her genes are a part of me, so I feel like I have also lost a piece of myself. I want to get these manuscripts back. For Anna. 


Let's see how far this goes. I ask that you please SHARE this post with others. Maybe the person who has these manuscripts or knows the person will see it and return them to my family. 

They will be typewritten, either bound or paper-clipped and slipped into manila folders, with the title and the author's name typed on the front, with the page count in the top-right corner. Most were written in the 1930's. 

Anyone with information can either email me at Licardist@gmail.com OR call me at (631) 587-9195. My name is Steven. 

Thank you so very much. As an artist and a writer, this truly means everything to me.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Enough Is Enough: The Gates


This is a call to arms.


There are dubious activities taking place right beneath our noses. Now is critical; this time and place in history is imperative. The globalized world, with technology that allows for nearly infinite knowledge (a digitized Library of Alexandria), is somehow no less ignorant. Humanity as a whole is richer than ever before, and yet the majority still starve and the minority revel in ever more lavish absurdity. All hail to the almighty dollar!
We can’t go green because there’s not enough green to go around. The democracy of American was founded on the belief that wealth is a deserved possession of all, and yet we live amidst a world where some hoard while others scrounge. The middle class is shrinking as the people with the money get power, manipulating us - even the information we are exposed to - into a false sense of control. Freedom isn’t free. 
Politics offer no solace. The common man is too busy bearing the weight of others’ revelry to organize. A unique population of people need to be the ones to change the world: Artists. Musicians, philosophers, painters, logicians, poets, bards, writers, actors, and even scientists need to band together and take back morality, take back the bastardized ethics of the modern world. Why artists? Because we transcend the hustle and bustle, the ho-humness of modernity. The desire to create is one of good, of love, of aesthetic beauty, and our craft is more important than the fickleness of wealth and the bribery of monotony. We have to be the ones to fix this. 


This is a call to arms for artists and the infinite strength of their creations: FIGHT!!!
The Gates
Bight my finger and chew on my soul
Determined to toss my bones in the hole
Better save your money up
Because there’s gonna be Hell to pay
When I spit fire
And rise from my grave  
Maggots in my eyes and dirt under my nails
With dusty black lungs, quick to inhale
You can push the barrel deep into my temple
Blow my mind out the other side
It means so much to be nothing at all
Because I broke the mold when I dropped the ball
I was the first to scream “FUCK YOU" in the face of dismay
I was the last to breath life into all the decay 

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

The Hand You're Dealt: If I Looked Like What I've Been Through

Don't hate the hand you've been dealt. It is your gift, your plight, and it is up to you to use it to better yourself and the world around you. Greatness lies on the outskirts of suffering. Struggle is the guarantee that the direction you are going in is the right one. Nothing grand is achieved without effort. You are in control of your destiny; you can get out of this mire, this bog that imprisons you. The chains that bind you are figurative for a reason.

I have seen men claw their way back from the brink of self-destruction. No string of bad decisions is beyond repair. We all struggle - often through similar situations, experiences, and tragedies. Telling your story can empower others to tell theirs, to create a network of support, to provide an example of how you can save yourself and others from the demons that haunt each of us. Remember... there is always someone who will miss you in the end. No one is forgotten and evil is always conquered by good. Always.

After being diagnosed with a Pervasive Developmental Disorder, I grew up among a lot of kids with dubious futures. Many have gone on to lead beneficent, productive lives. We are survivors. You are a survivor. We each carry the battle scars of our own personal civil wars, but we don't always wear them with pride. Our medals, our purple hearts, hide just beneath the skin - the silent aggrandizements of our perseverance. Own your struggles. Use them to make you stronger. To make us stronger.

What would you look like if you looked like what you've been through?

I must stress that I do not condone self-harm. Please never hurt yourself. Seek help.

If I looked like what I've been through
I'd have the face of a woman
and a man
contorted into a kind of in-between
delicate and masculine
with eyes that pierce and lips that tempt
with a jaw of glass that slices like obsidian
and a brow that collects beads of sweat
where ideas fall to their deaths

If I looked like what I've been through

my face would be scarred with age 
ancient memories tucked under my tongue 
to escape is archaic speech 
wisdom exuding, 
bleeding through childlike curiosity 
a fascination 
that hints at an old soul
inside a young heart

If I looked like what I've been through
I'd have a heart where my brain is supposed to be
I'd have a brain where my heart is supposed to be
and they'd constantly be switching
thinking, feeling
fighting for what is right
neither able to decide who is winning 


If I looked like what I've been through
I'd be dressed in a three piece straitjacket
with cufflinks
dressed to the nines in a canvas tux
with the images that cloud my mind painted on
a metaphor for my artistic fervor
my former affliction replaced with a brilliance
no less insane

If I looked like what I've been through
I'd have cuts so deep in my wrists
my hands would bend back as if attached with hinges
I'd have bible pages rolled up and tucked inside the veins
unfinished poems
dollar bills
that I'd unroll from time to time
to remind me
to hold on

If I looked like what I've been through
my blood type would be ink
and you would see it coursing
in sentences and verses
just beneath my skin

If I looked like what I've been through
my skin wouldn't be able tell you what race I am
but you would still judge me
I'd have the misplaced morality of a Christian
the pantheon of a Hindu
the hope of an atheist
and the history of a Jew

If I looked like half as much as I've been through
I'd only be half a person
an incomplete masterwork
a magnum opus
loaded only with dummy bullets
I wouldn't have half the passion
that bleeds like beads of sweat from my gaping pores
in rivulets of syntax
that I dab with looseleaf paper
to preserve
what I've been through

If I looked like what I've been through...
you wouldn't even see me
you would only see the things that make me me 
but they are not me
I am so much more than what I have been through... 
I am infinitely stronger  

Sunday, June 30, 2013

The Long Island Poetry Scene: The Jackal and the Ghost

Long Island is arguably one of the most vibrant artistic locations on the face of the earth. I am confident in that statement. It is almost as if anyone who passes through New York City on their trek towards the "fish-shaped Paumanok" is somehow laced with an untraceable level of inspiration that slowly seethes until it unwillingly incorporates them into a culture of artists, poets, writers, musicians, and everything in between. It is infectious - a beautiful blight.   


Last night, I had the honor of being a part of Bards Day, an annual event celebrating the release of the yearly anthology Bards Annual 2013, which included my poems Tete-a-Tete and I Am Thankful, published by Local Gems Poetry Press (the one's who released by book Death By Active Movement) in association with The Bards Initiative. I was honored with the Up-and-Coming Poet Award at the ceremony and am truly humbled by that gesture. Seeing so many people gathered at the Walt Whitman Birthplace in Huntington Station, NY, I could visually see everyone who had come to be a part of my extended poetry family. Not only poets - all expressive people on this Strong Island of ours are part of the collective effort to make this world better and to be a part of something bigger than themselves. We are a hellbroth of many different people, juxtaposed to each other like brilliant contradictions. 

There is a revolution coming and us artists need to be the ones to organize it, to drive it home, to take back this great nation of ours, and to unite the globalized world under a canvas of culture, community, and equality. Language does not separate us, beliefs, traditions, we are a oneness bequeathed with being, this existence, together striving to make it more than what it is. That is the burden of the artist and we can help each other carry it. Long Island seems to carry more weight than others, but this is a call to all expressive peoples everywhere - 

UNITE!!! 

The Jackal And The Ghost

This is a shot in the dark
A road with no signs
A blind man’s pointing finger
A sentence without an end
This is a depth nothing can fall to
A hole no one can dig
This is a thought you can’t have
An heir you can’t breathe
This is a sight you can’t behold
A picture of nothing
A tree without roots in a world without gravity
This is a baby’s dream
This is a number you can’t count to
A hunger you can’t crave
This is a journey you can’t take
A trap you can’t escape
This is a knot that can’t be untangled
A well you can’t well
Decadence you can’t taste
A kiss you can’t feel
A peace that lays waste
A future you can’t make
A past you can erase 
This is a blasphemy
A virtuous sin
A fleeting permanence
This is a split second glance
With no one else around
This is evidence
This is all the leafs in autumn
All the seeds you blew away
All the toys of childhood
All the games
These are all the jokes told
All the laughter
All the tears
All the boys and girls you’ve desired
All the fears
This all the preparation
This is all the grace
This is all the building up
The tearing down
The waste
This is the paper in the morning
The painting of a room
The doodles on a chalkboard
The gazing at the sky at noon
The trying and the buying
The regret and the hope
These are the nicks and scrapes
The jackal and the ghost 

Monday, June 17, 2013

Your Burning Bush: The sweetness of the fruit


This past Friday, I had the incredible honor of seeing and meeting poets Saul Williams and Aja Monet (with a performance from jazz musician Daniel Carter afterwards) at The Velvet Lounge in East Setauket, NY, official home of The Muse Exchange. It was one of the most reassuring events I have witnessed in a long while. Not only did I get to revel in the beauty of some of the greatest poetry and spoken word in the world, but it reaffirmed my commitment to the art of writing, of spoken word, and the goals I foresee fulfilled in this silly life of mine.
Your art is your gift to the world. Your gift to yourself. It has been given to you for a reason. Its yours. You made it. You packaged it. You delivered it. It isn’t something otherworldly, it is very real, and divine. It is your own divinity, a piece of God birthed within you. Your Holy Ghost. Your burning bush. Don’t snuff it - embrace it. Listen to it speak to you and carry its message to reality. 
There are moments of certainty in this life when we feel something, sense something, know something with certainty, and we exist in that moment for a fleeting eternity. Some call it inspiration, but it is your divine craft speaking to you, the echo of its whispers. It is only afterwards that we begin to question it. Don’t question it! Accept it into your heart and mind, and fulfill the prophecy of its realization. Be confident in your ability. If the want is great enough, it will carry you to achievement.
I experienced something divine on Friday and I felt it as we became one. One in a realm of words. My challenge to you is to listen to the voice of your gifts and accept the divinity of your craft. No matter what that gift is - love it, nurture it, cradle it in your arms, and bequeath it to the rest of the world. 

The sweetness of the fruit
vindicates the rind,
while self lies at the root
and love germinates the vine.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Getting The Message: Strabismus


"When you get the message, hang up the phone." ~ Alan Watts 

I recently met a man who decided to get healthy and lost over 200 pounds using LSD. Yes, you read that correctly. Lysergic acid diethylamide. Now, I'm not saying that dropping acid is the next big fad diet, but it certainly was a revelation for me. (Did anyone else find it ironic that "diet" is in the name?)

The man's argument was that taking LSD allowed him to reach a higher power and allowed him to reconnect with himself, giving him the peace and confidence within to free himself from an unhealthy lifestyle. What was brilliant about his experience was that he used it to frame an argument for why people abuse drugs and why it can be so damaging. When you get the message for the first time, it is an incredible experience - life changing, mind blowing - like learning you were adopted or your sister is actually your mother. The problem is, like most knowledge, once you know, you can't unknow. Once you get the message, have the experience of receiving it, you can never achieve that experience again. Yet, people yearn to, they want to have the same experience, and this is how they fall into an abusive pattern of drug use. The man's argument was, once you get the message, use it to better your life, use the knowledge for your benefit, instead of trying to get the message over and over again.    

Now, for a long time, I was hugely against drug use. Any drug use. In fact, I am proud of the fact that I have never taken any recreational drugs. But as I've looked into the use of drugs, particularly psychotropic drugs, I've reconsidered my position on the matter. In my opinion, if something enriches your life, if something makes you better, happier, more successful, helps you achieve your goals, to love yourself, than no one can take that away from you, no matter what that thing is. So long as it is used responsibly, as long as you control the message, the knowledge it imparts to you is yours and yours alone. Use it, don't abuse it.          

Strabismus 

I am that blistered opus,
The third eye of a segregated sky
Spilled across the sclera of a wall-eyed dream;
A seed sown into a vein, halfway to the heart,
Screaming for sunlight,
Biting at the bulbs that flicker a bit higher.
I am that patchwork nowhere
Constructed of drought-ridden hopes,
Sucked up through a straw
Protruding from the partially realized lips of a fetus,
A wormhole with exists in boilerplate dimensions,
Furnished with names unpronounceable.
I am a you
That was a me 
That we can't remember;
I am the remainder of a number that no one counted on,
A queue in a cumulonimbus maybe
That was never called.
I am the organelles,
The will-o'-the-wisps that occupy cages of quanta,
Keeping the corners warm
To numb the conscience of a crestfallen chromosome.
I am amness,
Being in the act of becoming,
The has-been of a yet-to-be.
I am when;
I am now;
I am only a memory
Searching for a mind to be cherished in.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

The Freedom of Truth: Liar's Plea

Truth is a curious phenomena. It is something that can be very powerful and beneficent, but also incredibly spiteful. For those who adhere to truth and honesty, life is pretty kind. The truth will set you free, so they say - free from guilt, free from fear, free from apprehension. I think the greatest danger in falsifying the truth (lying) is the culpability that builds inside us. As time goes on, guiltiness will haunt, while the chances of the truth coming to the surface increases. It is a terrible, beautiful game.

Truth is dangerous and powerful. Hold true to it and it will never spite you. Turn your back on it and truth will stab it. 


Most people avoid the truth because of the pain or consequences that result from its admission. To avoid such inconveniences, we often fabricate a lie to put off the angst of the moment. The problem  with this is that the pain is minimized for a time, but after a while, especially if the lie is maintained, the pain of the truth getting free becomes far worse. The bigger the fiction, the harder it will fall, the sharper the pieces, and the farther they'll scatter. Also, as time passes, the victims of truth will increase exponentially. Truth must be kept in check by ensuring it is spoken of more often than not. Truth enjoys attention.

We all lie, and little white lies aren't so bad sometimes. But there is a huge difference between a petty fib and a massive fabrication. Have you got lies you've been keeping for a long while? Do they eat you up inside, but you're too afraid to tell the truth? Set those who may be hurt by the truth down and tell it to them gently yourself. They will appreciate it, maybe not immediately, but with time they will respect your courage. It is the worst when the truth is admitted by someone or something else. Don't be afraid to befriend the truth. Truth and honesty will sprinkle your life with goodness. It is the essence of karma.

Liar's Plea

If some solitude can be sought between
The rind that segregates me,
Perhaps some air could leak inside 
And nourish this sheltered being
Whose memories confine with sin
The falseness they betray,
While truth stands by
Suffocating, 
But refuses to decay.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

The Benefits of Expressing Yourself

I recently had the pleasure of hosting an informational event on the campus of Stony Brook University in Stony Brook, NY, discussing the psychological and physical benefits of expression (poetry, art, music, dance, and drama). The event was called "Health and Creativity: A Night of Poetry and Wellness," and represented a dual effort between the CHILL Peer Education internship program, which educates students on mental health issues on campus, and the "Spoke the Thunder" literary magazine that I helped found.
The event entailed a lecture-style discussion, presenting the findings of a literature review in psychological journals, interspersed with poetry readings from students (myself included) and local performers. Though I knew there were benefits, I was sincerely surprised when I began compiling the information, reading through the literature, and gathering materials for inclusion in the event. I was so surprised, in fact, that I wanted to share what I found with others. Below, you'll find a break down of the information I presented and the sources from which I got the information. All the more reason for you to get out there and express yourself!

The first study I stumbled on was one that looked at how poetry could be used to regulate the emotions of Iranian girls. The researchers found that "the use of poetry as an intervention technique plays a significant role in reducing signs of depression, anxiety and reported stress" (Mohammadian, et al., 2011). As will become clear with other sources, poetry can be used as an emotional stabilizer, which shouldn't come as a surprise to anyone. Another incredible article explored the relationship between humanities classes taken by medical students and their abilities to empathize with their clients. Shapiro & Rucker (2003) report: "Systematic research conducted on specific aspects of the humanities medical student curriculum shows significant improvements in self-reported empathy and attitudes regarding the usefulness of humanities to ongoing professional development." Taking humanities courses, particularly engaging in poetry writing, helped medical students to embody the experience of their clients. In another study, looking at how poetry can be used to help people cope with caring for family members with dementia, "The overarching theme gleaned from the data was that of self-affirmation. […] A prototype example of self-affirmation was the child caregiver who demonstrated less depression and burden as the study progressed along with greater self-transcendence and resilience… She noted that writing poetry as a participant in the study affirmed her confidence in herself. She voiced renewed faith that she could meet the challenges of care giving" (Kidd, Zauszniewski, & Morris, 2011). Writing poetry than could be used to build confidence and self-esteem. It also seemed to help care givers become more in-tune with themselves in the writing process: "As they did so, they became more aware of personal strengths and weaknesses, ultimately becoming more accepting of themselves in the process." In addition to these benefits, nine subthemes of "achievement, catharsis, increased acceptance, greater empathy, reflection, greater self-awareness, fun and creative, positive challenge, and helping others" emerged. The researches also found incredibly moving results, such as this: "One touching example was provided by a female caregiver irritated by the constant meaningless laugh of her spouse. After she wrote a poem about her feelings, she realized that his laugh was the only sound left to her husband; suddenly, it became something to hold onto and to preserve." Poetry, than, seemed to provide a means for people to slow down, appreciate their surroundings, and reflect on their situation. A similar paper employed poetry to help people surviving with severe illnesses (cancer particularly) cope with their affliction. Rickett, Greive, & Gordon (2011) recorded self-reports like this one: "A woman who had received treatment for breast cancer said: 'I was doing nothing – virtually hibernating at home. Worried about finances, worried about what I was going to do, because I had to retire quickly ... and I thought it would at least give me a little bit of something – something to hang my life on.' Afterwards she said: '[The course] gave me greater determination to make something of it. Not just sit around and think "well, my life is over", but "this in fact is a new beginning and I can do new things and I can start off again'". Tying it in to the previous study, medical practitioners and clinicians seem to be lacking in a particular field of treatment: "One participant started the course 2 years after being diagnosed with endometrial cancer: 'One of the reasons I wanted to do this writing, I feel like I need to draw more strength from within ... The oncologists are wonderful at what they do ... it’s about killing the cancer cells and that’s really great, but there is also a place for having those other contacts for healing the illness'. After the course, she said: '[It was] really enriching, because I’ve missed working and ... it was really nice going to do something and exercising your brain. ... Poetry has given me an outlet to try to untangle some of the confusion within'". Poetry, in some miraculous way, reconnects people with themselves, their world, and their life, in ways few seem to appreciate, although, I think us poets have known this all along. It can be used to connect and motivate people towards common goals. Sargent (1979) perhaps put it perfectly in his examination of poetry therapy in social work settings: "The members soon realize their thoughts, their feelings are shared across time and across culture. They have a common bond – not just with the writer but with each member of the group."
Music too seems to evoke something within us, and I found a plethora of evidence to support this. One study (Labbe, et al., 2007) compared participant's preferred genre of music for relaxation, classical music, heavy metal, and sitting in silence. The findings of the study were quite interesting: "Listening to self-selected and classical music produced increased feelings of relaxation as well as sitting in silence but not for the heavy metal condition. Listening to classical and self-selected music elicited reductions in state anxiety after exposure to a stressor. Interestingly, those participants who listened to heavy metal music not only experienced greater levels of state anxiety but were even more anxious after listening to the heavy metal music than when they were being stressed." I personally find heavy metal to be quite soothing (hell, I've fallen asleep to it!), though I sympathize with their participants. Self-selected music also resulted in the lowest rating of anger among the participants. So, if you're angry or just need to unwind, go listen to your favorite music, you'll feel better. Probably the most comprehensive and interesting article was a literature review itself, comprising a huge amount of information on the psychological effects of music. Yehuda (2011) wrote: "In more than half of the reviewed studies, a beneficial effect of music was found. The type of music presented was soothing (i.e. 60–80 beats per minute), and in the majority of the studies [...], self-selected music was used." The article contains all kinds of comparisons of how music can effect our neurological functioning, such as the following: "One example, of many, that demonstrates how music can influence neurological functions is given in a report that the amplitude of a startle eye blink reflex was larger and its latency shorter during unpleasant music compared with pleasant music, suggesting that the defensive emotional system is modulated by music (Roy et al. 2009). More profound effects are given in reports that demonstrates that musical training enhances activation and development of certain neuronal structures including cortex, amygdala, hippocampus and hypothalamus and improves plasticity and neurogenesis (Boso et al. 2006; Fukui and Toyoshima 2008; Hyde et al. 2009a, b)." The review also found that cortisol, a neurostransmitter in the brain released in stressful situations, is significantly reduced when exposed to music. Music also appears to play upon a strange and compelling physical phenomena: "It seems that music promotes relaxation via physiological and/or psychological entrainment. Entrainment is a physics principle, in which two objects vibrating at similar frequencies tend to cause mutual sympathetic resonance and vibrate at the same frequency. Entrainment is achieved using music to directly elicit relaxation. Musical stimuli and physiological processes (heartbeat, respiratory rate, blood pressure, temperature, adrenal hormones) are composed of vibrations that occur in a regular, periodic manner and consist of oscillations. Musical stimuli, specifically rhythm and tempo, can be used as a synchronizer to influence changes in physiological responses (i.e. heartbeat, respiration, blood pressure) through entrainment (Thaut 2003)." Perhaps the strangest finding I came across was a study that compared levels of negative emotions after watching a humorous movie, listening to music, and performing aerobic exorcises (Szabo, Ainsworth, & Danks, 2005). "The results of this experimental study demonstrate that watching an episode of entertaining humorous video or listening to new age music is at least as effective as a bout of moderate intensity stationary cycling in improving affect by decreasing TMD [total mood disturbance] which is an aggregate measure of negative affect." They researchers later suggest it is better to watch a funny movie than to go out and ride a bike. The last article I stumbled on compared the physiological responses of professional singers and amateur singers as they performed (Grape, et al., 2003). "The results indicated marked differences between professionals and amateurs with regard to physiological and emotional states. The professionals were more physiologically fit for singing, but did not experience the same well-being as amateurs seemed to do. The amateurs experienced more well-being and were clearly more enthusiastic. They also reported increased joy after the lesson, which the professionals did not." This finding is likely due to the fact that performers are concerned more with their performance than the actual act of singing. It can be inferred, therefore, that singing in the shower is far better for you than singing on stage. 
Art, strangely, took some digging to find significantly beneficial evidence. An art therapy group working with schizophrenics reported that, "Most therapists stated that image making helped ease personal difficulties through development of self-control [...] and helped patients identify feelings [...] Less than half [...] endorsed the view that a sense of mastery achieved through the acquisition of new skills was a key mechanism of action" (Patterson, et al., 2011). The creation of images for people with schizophrenia helps them "to express difficult emotions, improve capacity to communicate with others," a particularly hard act for them, "and supports the resolution of internal conflict." Another article looked at a group of at-risk adolescents as they worked together to build a city diorama out of cardboard and other materials (Slayton, 2012). "The group became a mutual exchange of respectful interactions—a community building a community—with the art product as the container for both the said and the unsaid." It is an incredible example of how art can be used to bring people together to solve social issues and motivate others into making a difference in the world. Photography (and even cinema) too can be a powerful tool in teaching people understanding and appreciation by offering incite into a person's world-view. Erdner & Magnusson (2010) found that, "Participants in the study […] have reported that this technique has yielded a more profound level of reflective thinking than interviews alone." The photos also assist the therapist in gaining an understanding of how their client sees the world. People suffering from severe mental illness also tend to lack verbal skills and competence, and pictures can provide a window into the life they may not be able to describe in detail. "Moreover, beautiful pictures stir deeper elements of human consciousness than words do." 
What about dance? It is not the first thing that comes to mind when we say "expression," but dance is used all over the world in the presence of high emotions. The following quote was taken from an article that compared the benefits of Hatha Yoga and African dance (though the specific dance style was not specified) to a biology class: "As hypothesized, African dance and Hatha yoga significantly decreased perceived stress and negative affect, compared to the biology class. Positive affect was significantly increased in African dance, significantly decreased in biology class, and did not change reliably in Hatha yoga" (West, et al., 2004). Yoga itself can be seen as a form of expression, but coupled with African dance, "these interventions aimed at reducing perceived stress may be effective in reducing stress and distress." Lane & Hewston (2003) explored mood changes following a modern-dance class. "Findings from the present study show that dancers report mood enhancement following the Limon style dance class as evidenced by increased vigor. […] The Limon dance technique should lead to maximizing effect on mood benefits." One important aspect of the study was that competition, as you can imagine, lead to increased stress. Once again, undertaking different methods of expression seems to be far more beneficial in the form of a hobby than a serious endeavor.
Drama, or acting in general, can also be beneficial (to some). Many people have heard of music therapy or art therapy, but drama therapy? We can define drama therapy as "… based on elementary theatrical exorcises starting from easy, simple motor exorcises, voice training, and ways of expressing emotions through a simple form of mime, progressing to group mime. In addition to these exorcises, use is made of role play, consisting of recreating daily life situations in which the patients are able to practice difficult tasks with which they might be faced in real life. […] These activities play an important part in preparing patients for further stages of therapy..." (Bielanska, Cechnicki, & Budzyna-Dawidowski, 1991). Psychodrama, a similar technique employed in psychotherapy, "is the process of enacting and reenacting past concerns and imagining the situation reoccurring in a present form, allowing patients to uncover thoughts and feelings that may not be accessed solely through talk therapy. […] The acting method aims to encourage communication, clarify issues, enhance physical and emotional well-being, and foster skill development. As an action-oriented technique or a clinical role-play, psychodrama provides a context in which individuals examine habitual patterns of reacting to certain problems and discover alternative ways to respond in a safe, supportive environment" (Konopik & Cheung, 2013). In their study, they used psychodrama in a group setting and found that being able to share your struggles with others allowed for an opportunity to work through them, gain feedback, and receive social support. Being able to reenact, relive, and change the outcome of something that may have happened in the past gives people an opportunity to take control of past events and to own them in the present. Indeed, participants "learned that once their past responses were enacted in the here-and-now environment, they could gain control of their feelings. Individual protagonists discovered hidden personal strengths, leading to a perception of improved self-esteem. As a group, the enactments helped these patients learn how past issues influenced current functioning and enabled them to make a connection between the two. Through their increased insight, the patients were able to view their interpersonal conflict through a new perspective." Acting is not just make believe - it is a process of coping, understanding, and control. It provides a way for people to literally face their pasts.   

1. Mohammadian, Y., Shahidi, S., Mahaki, B., Mohammadi, A. Z., Baghban, A. A., & Zayeri, F. (2011). Evaluating the use of poetry to reduce signs of depression, anxiety and stress in Iranian female students. The Arts in Psychotherapy, 38(1), 59-63.
2. Shapiro, J. & Rucker, L. (2003). Can Poetry Make Better Doctors? Teaching the Humanities and Arts to Medical Students and Residents at the University of California, Irvine, College of Medicine. Academic Medicine, 78(10), 953-957.
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