i won't make a "fake update" tag but i want to.
retrospective/active edit: this became a kind of real update of sprawl/photo epic proportions, whoops. beware ABUSIVE use of the "slash" (/) character for "poetic reasons."
my badass mentor and that day of workshop's NONO word-list. no, poets, just say no.
so much has happened/is happening!
my interweb-existence has catapulted into silly/fabulous proportions
since the amanda palmer/secretwitter concert a few weeks back.
immediately followed by my 10 day (last semester
before being a -graduating- student) MFA program residency.
for my thesis semester i am working with "the Bowie of the poetry world"
in terms of silver clog-wearing punk rock/born-in-DC (like myself), her badassness, Cate Marvin.
she's gonig to kick my ass in terms of form/clarity
and i'm very excited to craft my grad thesis/manuscript with her.
it's going to be an amazing last/blastoff semester. the residency, too, was
crazy/inspiring. i really connected with my cohorts in a way i didn't know we could.
must be the collective/senioritis. and they were all very supportive/excited
to see me bring The Army of Toys to the interdisc. fair as my presentation
(showcasing my "fall in love with strangers" zine for which i interviewed all
performing that day, and the photographeuse, coincedentally, too!)
i'm so lucky. i get to bring the portable carnival/pornival and my Boston-family
to show and tell! for MFA credit! i <3 grad school. well, i made a flyer for the
interdisc. fair, and it/the fair looked like this...
photos (c)Robyn Gesak.
during residency i spent too much time amusing the twitter masses.
they were shameless enablers of my broadcasting myself on ustream;
being silly, telling stories, playing songs, reading poems,
answering queries, dancing around in my boy's underwear/mother's pashmina
and little else save ye tenor ukicorn. thank god
i have a 6 y/o PC and crappy Microsoft LifeCam,
the pixels do offer some modesty!
sorry. fauxstanzas offer a sense of comfort/control that wrap-text
blogging cannot right now. cracked out of my mind with a giant to do list
in my larger-than-normal-for-me current pursejournal compbook alongside
unfinished unicorn watercolour that looks suspiciously like a tarot--
to accompany a gift-poem from the : http://poetesss.tumblr.com lands.
surrounded by art to do's. quite the "to do" of to do lists, this debutante season.
on "recovery Sunday" july 5th i hosted ustream "nightcap with jojo" #2
and the lovely lovely kore joined in and donated beautiful
lines/verisimilitude/her verse to my twitter-viewers-collaboration poem
on the topic of our epic/debaucherous/collective proposterous independence days
celebrations intoxicants. working on it. i think i'll be done by tonight.
i love this new way of sharing with/giving to my burlesque poetess audience.
thank you for joining in, reading, commenting, being a part.
i write gift poems/ghost written love poems/group exercises/collab's/found
and overheard talk poems-- because i want everyone to feel included
in what is often a too interior/solitary sense of poetry. yes, poetry
in the end is a solitary art. but the finished product is hardly the poetess/poet's
anymore thereafter. i think i'm just jumping the gun
being my usually over-flashy-telling-the-end-of-the-story-to-soon self
when i've said, "tell me a topic. i want you to be my muse.
i want to be the one to corrupt you into poetry. fall in love with it.
here, a poem FOR YOU," because all poetry IS FOR YOU. for not me.
poetry is always about connecting. interiority with this exterior sphere of page,
in the first place, and then the bigger kind of connecting, avec others.
this is my way of trying to icepick hack myself
out of the (world's? my?) perception of
the confessional megalomaniacal poet! or whatever, of course
while commenting on/playing with said idea!
yes, we will be guilty of writing about whatever we want to write about
no matter the topic, but what else can i do but offer my mind/imagination
to you? no point in waiting around to write "yours" and "mine," "his" & "her" poems.
i finally get it. art will not happen if you wait around to reveal
your perfectest work. most of the battle is producing and sharing, and i'm
not saying one shouldn't edit, and re-draft, and revisit. but don't me a miser
of your own art! then you are not "An artist," and i finally feel like
"i could not be making/sharing/producing/plotting any more art than i am
right now. at all times" -- all the time! it is wonderful. it's like
being in love / with a part of yourself / the world of viewers...other hippy stuff.
it's great. it's personal "success" at its greatest state of sated.
and when you're content/confident like that
sharing it and getting recognition are just gravy,
but they do seem to coincide. one after the other.
i think the poet necessarily is a lover to the reader. so i guess
i'm being more transparent about that too. unless i'm being opaque. sure.
the obese-with-upcomings-so-much-joy-to-look-forward-to not-so-skinny skinny:
i am currently furiously working to relearn webpage-makiNerdery
while i put up my new DOMAIN. luckily it's all flooding back and i love
me some firebug/Kompozer/Madame Kama for reteaching me so patiently!
i will mock you all with this news of SECRET DOMAIN
until i finally "go live" when it's right too!
well, anyway, i had a hot-web-tutorial-date with kama on mon. it looked like this...
i like to mismatch-match clash without clashing. and Barnaby cat has HANDS.
moving Aug 1st! Mahlercat-ling adopting ahead! >> http://www.twitpic.com/97zl3
lots of shows to look forward to
burlesque poetess SHOW CALENDAR on myHell blog ---> http://bit.ly/P0gPA
i blame this entry's layout in part on this essay on twitter
in twitter constraint/form that you should read (link via afplj).
>> http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/paul-constant-reviews-twitter/Content?oid=1774875
time to bathe. frolic. pick up my locket/pocketwatch from the watchsmithy. (fo' realz)
xo
my badass mentor and that day of workshop's NONO word-list. no, poets, just say no.
so much has happened/is happening!
my interweb-existence has catapulted into silly/fabulous proportions
since the amanda palmer/secretwitter concert a few weeks back.
immediately followed by my 10 day (last semester
before being a -graduating- student) MFA program residency.
for my thesis semester i am working with "the Bowie of the poetry world"
in terms of silver clog-wearing punk rock/born-in-DC (like myself), her badassness, Cate Marvin.
she's gonig to kick my ass in terms of form/clarity
and i'm very excited to craft my grad thesis/manuscript with her.
it's going to be an amazing last/blastoff semester. the residency, too, was
crazy/inspiring. i really connected with my cohorts in a way i didn't know we could.
must be the collective/senioritis. and they were all very supportive/excited
to see me bring The Army of Toys to the interdisc. fair as my presentation
(showcasing my "fall in love with strangers" zine for which i interviewed all
performing that day, and the photographeuse, coincedentally, too!)
i'm so lucky. i get to bring the portable carnival/pornival and my Boston-family
to show and tell! for MFA credit! i <3 grad school. well, i made a flyer for the
interdisc. fair, and it/the fair looked like this...
photos (c)Robyn Gesak.
during residency i spent too much time amusing the twitter masses.
they were shameless enablers of my broadcasting myself on ustream;
being silly, telling stories, playing songs, reading poems,
answering queries, dancing around in my boy's underwear/mother's pashmina
and little else save ye tenor ukicorn. thank god
i have a 6 y/o PC and crappy Microsoft LifeCam,
the pixels do offer some modesty!
sorry. fauxstanzas offer a sense of comfort/control that wrap-text
blogging cannot right now. cracked out of my mind with a giant to do list
in my larger-than-normal-for-me current pursejournal compbook alongside
unfinished unicorn watercolour that looks suspiciously like a tarot--
to accompany a gift-poem from the : http://poetesss.tumblr.com lands.
surrounded by art to do's. quite the "to do" of to do lists, this debutante season.
on "recovery Sunday" july 5th i hosted ustream "nightcap with jojo" #2
and the lovely lovely kore joined in and donated beautiful
lines/verisimilitude/her verse to my twitter-viewers-collaboration poem
on the topic of our epic/debaucherous/collective proposterous independence days
celebrations intoxicants. working on it. i think i'll be done by tonight.
i love this new way of sharing with/giving to my burlesque poetess audience.
thank you for joining in, reading, commenting, being a part.
i write gift poems/ghost written love poems/group exercises/collab's/found
and overheard talk poems-- because i want everyone to feel included
in what is often a too interior/solitary sense of poetry. yes, poetry
in the end is a solitary art. but the finished product is hardly the poetess/poet's
anymore thereafter. i think i'm just jumping the gun
being my usually over-flashy-telling-the-end-of-the-story-to-soon self
when i've said, "tell me a topic. i want you to be my muse.
i want to be the one to corrupt you into poetry. fall in love with it.
here, a poem FOR YOU," because all poetry IS FOR YOU. for not me.
poetry is always about connecting. interiority with this exterior sphere of page,
in the first place, and then the bigger kind of connecting, avec others.
this is my way of trying to icepick hack myself
out of the (world's? my?) perception of
the confessional megalomaniacal poet! or whatever, of course
while commenting on/playing with said idea!
yes, we will be guilty of writing about whatever we want to write about
no matter the topic, but what else can i do but offer my mind/imagination
to you? no point in waiting around to write "yours" and "mine," "his" & "her" poems.
i finally get it. art will not happen if you wait around to reveal
your perfectest work. most of the battle is producing and sharing, and i'm
not saying one shouldn't edit, and re-draft, and revisit. but don't me a miser
of your own art! then you are not "An artist," and i finally feel like
"i could not be making/sharing/producing/plotting any more art than i am
right now. at all times" -- all the time! it is wonderful. it's like
being in love / with a part of yourself / the world of viewers...other hippy stuff.
it's great. it's personal "success" at its greatest state of sated.
and when you're content/confident like that
sharing it and getting recognition are just gravy,
but they do seem to coincide. one after the other.
i think the poet necessarily is a lover to the reader. so i guess
i'm being more transparent about that too. unless i'm being opaque. sure.
the obese-with-upcomings-so-much-joy-to-look-forward-to not-so-skinny skinny:
i am currently furiously working to relearn webpage-makiNerdery
while i put up my new DOMAIN. luckily it's all flooding back and i love
me some firebug/Kompozer/Madame Kama for reteaching me so patiently!
i will mock you all with this news of SECRET DOMAIN
until i finally "go live" when it's right too!
well, anyway, i had a hot-web-tutorial-date with kama on mon. it looked like this...
i like to mismatch-match clash without clashing. and Barnaby cat has HANDS.
moving Aug 1st! Mahlercat-ling adopting ahead! >> http://www.twitpic.com/97zl3
lots of shows to look forward to
burlesque poetess SHOW CALENDAR on myHell blog ---> http://bit.ly/P0gPA
i blame this entry's layout in part on this essay on twitter
in twitter constraint/form that you should read (link via afplj).
>> http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/paul-constant-reviews-twitter/Content?oid=1774875
time to bathe. frolic. pick up my locket/pocketwatch from the watchsmithy. (fo' realz)
xo