MOLPAD (UIF): Adam Stone & Harlym125, title unknown
Hey, ya'll.
So, it is April 1. And I fucking hate April Fool's Day, just as a note, because I think that practical jokes are mean-spirited and cruel and I WILL believe you and I think that it's mean to snicker at the fact that I don't want to believe that people I like are LYING TO ME.
Just a fucking note.
Anyway, beyond being That Stupid Day, it's also the beginning of National Poetry Month. Like last year, I plan on posting More or Less A Poem A Day (Unless I Forget).
This year, I'm going to kick it off with a poem I can't find the name of. Yeah. And you're gonna like it.
Adam Stone and Harlym125 performed a piece that they wrote about a man who who walked into the San Francisco public library and methodically cut up and destroyed books referencing homosexuality and the art community's response to it.
It fucking makes me cry, every goddamn time.
It's not a perfect recording (it was performed at a fundraiser for my organization, actually), but it's a beautiful poem and it's an awesome way to start April.
The books were cut into puzzle pieces that no scotch tape could repair
Yet librarians sifted through books, over counters, under shelves,
rescuing words rendered harmless by a pair of scissors.
Love is this feeling of warmth and personal attachment
Love is this strong predaliction and liking of something
No, love is a librarian
stuffing remnants of books into envelopes
and mailing them to artists, saying:
"Here, we salvaged these words for you.
Please turn this act of hate
into something we can love."
Harlym125 and Adam Stone perform
So, it is April 1. And I fucking hate April Fool's Day, just as a note, because I think that practical jokes are mean-spirited and cruel and I WILL believe you and I think that it's mean to snicker at the fact that I don't want to believe that people I like are LYING TO ME.
Just a fucking note.
Anyway, beyond being That Stupid Day, it's also the beginning of National Poetry Month. Like last year, I plan on posting More or Less A Poem A Day (Unless I Forget).
This year, I'm going to kick it off with a poem I can't find the name of. Yeah. And you're gonna like it.
Adam Stone and Harlym125 performed a piece that they wrote about a man who who walked into the San Francisco public library and methodically cut up and destroyed books referencing homosexuality and the art community's response to it.
It fucking makes me cry, every goddamn time.
It's not a perfect recording (it was performed at a fundraiser for my organization, actually), but it's a beautiful poem and it's an awesome way to start April.
The books were cut into puzzle pieces that no scotch tape could repair
Yet librarians sifted through books, over counters, under shelves,
rescuing words rendered harmless by a pair of scissors.
Love is this feeling of warmth and personal attachment
Love is this strong predaliction and liking of something
No, love is a librarian
stuffing remnants of books into envelopes
and mailing them to artists, saying:
"Here, we salvaged these words for you.
Please turn this act of hate
into something we can love."
Harlym125 and Adam Stone perform