Felino Soriano Tribute

introversion is more so an overwhelming identifying aspect than when I was
younger. Often, introversion is misunderstood and misidentified in the cultural
clutter of predefined labels and definitions; people incessantly attach labels to
others that attempt to fit a very narrow understanding into perspective—which is
absurd. Introversion is “diagnosed”, often, as habits toward the cultural
miswording of “anti-social”—again, absurd. This label has sometimes been
attempted to be pasted across my forehead, and I excitingly correct those and
this notion. This living inward, is a needed facet of rejuvenation to escape the
chaotic, the overly defined through too many identifying people.
I have a small writing room/library in my home that is a needed paradigm of
personal space; within it I have all of my books, computer, typewriter, music, art,
and photos of family, —all that is required. I ensure to interact with the space
daily, as again, it allows for participation in what is needed for me outside of work
and familial responsibilities.
I have various attributes to my disposition. When needed, a movement toward
extroversion is an easy transfer, depending on context; meaningful conversation
is a fulfilling way to engage; also, one of my roles at work is a trainer, as I teach
several different trainings for the agency, and I have a passion for
communicating information. Interaction also breeds elation paralleling the
introverted elation brought forth among immanent certainties of believing in
one’s own art.
Find out more about the
fascinating Felino Soriano at
his website: Of the poetry this
jazz portends