it was my birthday last week and i made a dumb mix to celebrate
i am doing a reading with some nice people on july 27th in berlin
the poster makes me laugh
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you all probably know this but whatmountains is a really wonderful writer ~*~*~*~*~*~
Thank youuuu. I’m kind of embarrassed about this poem now because it seems so on the nose having been written by a trans woman, but I originally wrote it two years before I came out, so at the time it was something deep and personal and secret that I was still trying to figure out how to talk about.
I’m leaving Paris tomorrow, and I’m excited but I’m also a little upset about it. It’s a weird feeling. I have my first real apartment waiting for me in New York.* I have been applying for jobs. I feel like I am becoming more of a real person, and I was expecting to be more scared by that than I am.
For our last class, we wrote poems after Paul Violi’s “Index”. A lot of people made lists of what they did here, but I wanted to write a poem of negation without a first-person speaker, so I have this.
*waiting for me starting August 15. Can I sleep on your couches?
two things about san francisco: it’s muggy as hell, and there are more homeless people than I’ve ever seen anywhere else.
I ran into Lava Mae, a mobile shower truck that started a few weeks ago. they were doing a first test run in the tenderloin, an area that makes baltimore feel cozy. I met the founder and volunteers and gave them my last $20, but obviously that doesn’t pay for a truck.
I want to do a little more in my own small way, so I’m going to give them 100% of postcard sales from my gift shop through next weekend. cards are all $1, so buy ten cards and I’ll give Lava Mae your $10.
Taking a minute to write about last Friday. The whole weekend was beautiful – Warped Tour, beach with my brother, poeming it up in DC for Mark’s birthday with other amazing and caring people – but this is for Friday: my first time at Warped Tour since 2008. I drove to the show alone, wearing a shirt that said “I’m a poet/let’s talk” and had SOME BOOKS ABOUT MUSIC!! in my bag.
Most music fans refused my book after talking for awhile or after straight-up guerilla tactics, so I gave it to people I talked to at nonprofits (Keep Art Alive, To Write Love On Her Arms) and bands (Saves the Day, Brian Marquis, The City Shakeup, Teenage BottleRocket). Two beautiful souls from Philly took books as thanks after we bonded during the Cute Is What We Aim For set. I saw a thirdeyeblind.com acquaintance, so I ran over to chat and gave her a copy.
My heart filled with joy that people were interested in spreading creative arts. Even if it isn’t everybody, those of us creating have to band together. BAND. The girl I talked to at Keep Art Alive took a book, and at the end of our conversation, she said, “We all need to be proud of our art.” I want to scream this at everyone. People that aren’t driven to create don’t always understand the “value” of arts. A capitalist mindset looks for an immediate return. But take a minute to look at most of my purchases/trades.
What happens when you stop getting a consistent return? You have to look at your humanity, believe that your existence and what you create with your body and mind is enough. Creativity and critical thought enters here. This is where growth happens, like growing with the sound of a favorite band. See the Saves the Day. The lyric booklet is beautiful too.
Six years ago, I would have never gone alone wearing a ridiculous shirt. Six years ago, I had a summer filled with medical uncertainty. The future didn’t look like an immediate return. Warped Tour 2008 was two weeks after my first rib was removed. Since then, I’ve consciously cultivated a what is the point if I don’t pursue what I care about attitude, leading to calculated & fulfilling risks. It’s not a carefree, YOLO sentiment. It’s an urgent need to matter to someone, to make living a little better. It’s taking time for serious joy.