Making things. Going to things. Just do the things.
performed at an art show today in a community run garden with a load of art witches and it was lovely and was just like…people doing things? Like all it takes is people to have the drive to come together and make things and do things and something beautiful happens. Here’s my poem written on a wall in the garden under which my artist friend Ruby is painting a self portrait.
No reading feels better than reading done in avoidance.
Reading that happens in desperate spurts
fueled by the reality of obligations
that hinge on closed pages.
Reading to spite your boss
is richer than
reading that happens
when you should be asleep.
Playing Axel F’s “Crazy Frog” in delicate moments is a power move that should not be taken lightly.
Places to consider:
-a packed elevator
-liquor store checkout line
-dentist’s office waiting room
-funeral processions, generally
-at the nail salon
-during zoom therapy
That game sucks and people get so sweaty over it.
Why can’t we just enjoy each others company, drink a little wine, and listen to a good album?
Colonialism the Game is not where it’s at.