a constant struggle: actually feeling my feelings and fully moving through them, rather than immediately (automatically) intellectualizing and aestheticizing them
beyond the romanticized desire to write and all the sophisticated ideas for writing lives the next real poem, the one forged (again) from failure and surprise, the one made by actually, painfully, joyfully making
Anyone who writes is a seeker. You look at a blank page and you’re seeking. The role is assigned to us and never removed. I think this is an unbelievable blessing.
—Louise Glück, from an interview
rest in peace to the late great photographer Duane Michals. a groundbreaking artist who mixed melancholy and humor together, combined handwritten text and image, and made collections of still photographs into unfolding stories.
RIP David Hockney I once printed these out at Walgreens and when I picked them up the employees at the photo studio were laughing at me and I was like “this broke a record for most expensive painting by a living artist” as if that was going to make me seem like less of an f word
new love poem for pride month!
big thanks to Queer Poem-A-Day for publishing “Ode to the Profoundly Gay Night We Just Had.” this one’s about a particularly memorable (and hot) anniversary night.
you can read it & listen to me read it here:
tinyurl.com/yc4yn4j9
ALT official Queer Poem-a-Day graphic with author photo (headshot surrounded by green in a park) and poem title (“Ode to the Profoundly Gay Night We Just Had”)
new love poem for pride month!
big thanks to Queer Poem-A-Day for publishing “Ode to the Profoundly Gay Night We Just Had.” this one’s about a particularly memorable (and hot) anniversary night.
you can read it & listen to me read it here:
tinyurl.com/yc4yn4j9
ALT official Queer Poem-a-Day graphic with author photo (headshot surrounded by green in a park) and poem title (“Ode to the Profoundly Gay Night We Just Had”)