The Thoughts Of Just Another Brother: The Flight...

Wednesday 19 October 2011

The Flight...

Sometimes I wonder the true meaning of life as a twenty year old Londoner, but I feel I’ll never attain it. I sit and wonder how life changes for the better or worse in an instant. How pain changes to joy and how joy changes to pain. It begs the question what do you live for within todays current climate? Is it for love, respect, recognition or even for a sense of self-gratification?

Times have changed so hopefully I have given my own projection and perception of life within the analogy of the flight. To view life as a single airborne flight maybe strange, with the initial take off which is birth, the inevitable landing which is most commonly known as death. To choose whoever’s guiding your flight as a metaphorical captain is your choice. To some up today’s modern generation, within the confines of the plane, there’s a separation with two very different sets of people and very different values.

They are values somewhat projected by the culture we as people live in today, do you view yourself as a first class citizen? If so do you feel you can sustain a life style that entails with it? Within todays culture individualistic values knock, everyone seems to be influenced, chasing the same dream and hoping to follow the same path. Is this for your own self-gratification, or is it to build a somewhat persona? What makes a person different if their sitting in first class or economy. Well economy on paper looks like a struggle, but maybe in a way it allows you to appreciate more around you.

If somehow confusion has struck let me ask you something would you rather be sitting in economy knowing that you’re rich with a smile on your face, or sitting in first class forever trying to keep up an appearance. The journey of the flight is packed with turbulence. So there’s always a chance of trial and error and self-discovery, but it’s for you to ask yourself have you been asleep so far and missed the inflight movie. Have you been unaware as life has passed you by… the journey of life is considered a short one but I hope to see you at the final destination and hope you make it to the otherside.

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Alph Arley

Performance Poet and Spoken Word Artist/ R.A.P Workshop Facilitator. It's deeper than R.A.P!

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Hi my name is Alph Arley and I know that your certainly pleased to meat me, because I know that I am certainly pleased to you. I am a 90’s US Hip-Hop, 90’s U.K Garage and U.K Grime head, with a sneaker addiction which I had battled for 20 years.

I am a performance poet, as well as a spoken word artist who was born and raised in Stockwell, South London. I started writing poetry back in 2011, and started performing my poetry in 2012, whilst I was studying at university. When I am not playing Pokémon on my Nintendo DS, listening to Rap, watching Rap battles, watching cartoons, watching footie, watching anime or reading manga, I am thinking and writing. In my spare time I also facilitate and deliver poetry, spoken word and rap workshops which are called ‘The R.A.P Programme’ to young people. This is in order to help them to gain a greater, awareness as well as understanding about the importance their individual voices, as well as to help them to gain awareness, as well as help them to articulate their thoughts and emotions.

How I get started with poetry?

How it did I get started with poetry? I would say my poetic journey subconsciously started in 94. This was when I was about 3 years old. I grew up in a two bedroom flat, in a four flat building in Stockwell with Tupac, Biggie Smalls, Bone Thugs and Harmony, Puff Daddy, Mase, Dre Dre, LL Cool J, DJ Rob Base, Run DMC, Eve, Missy Elliot, Busta Rhymes, Wycleff Jean, Lauren Hill, Fugees, Eryka Badu CD’s being played on my Mum’s black Kenwood Hi-Fi, with two standing speakers.

I remember by the age of about 9 I had my own portable stereo in my bedroom and started to build my own Rap CD collection which included Eminem, Dre Dre, Ludacris, D12, 50 Cent and Snoop Dogg. Like, I remember getting printed Eminem lyrics on A4 paper, as a present from one of my Mum’s friends, after that there was no looking back. I actually started writing both grime and rap lyrics in secondary school, but those lyrics remained in the drafts of my 6230 phone. I admit, I struggled to spit in time with a beat and the lyrics did not make sense in the slightest. In 2011, whilst studying at university, I remember scrolling through my Blackberry, writing my thoughts in my note pad. I would say that my life experiences made it difficult for me to express my thoughts and emotions, which led me to become frustrated adolescent. I started writing my thoughts down and I found it helped me to come to terms with my experiences.

What does poetry mean to me?

That’s a dope question. I would say that poetry means everything to me, as it has not only helped me to come to terms with my life experiences, but it has also helped me to use my experiences to help others. I have read so many books from different poets, like Pablo Neruda, John Keats, Allen Ginsberg, Phillip Larkin, Sylvia Plath, Gertrude Stein, William Shakespeare, Benjamin Zephaniah, Linton Kwesi Johnson. Poems such as ‘Stackolee’ and ‘The Signifying Monkey’ , which are two of my favourites. I would say that it is important that everyone feels that they have a voice to express themselves as well as share with others, as growing up I noticed many around me felt that they did not have a voice. I feel that poetry is an art form which can give all the young homies on the block, that lady serving at the tills in Sainbury’s, Bossman in the local corner shop, a chance for them to express themselves, as well as voice.