currently my life. check it out and let me know what you think!
my brain to my words.
time for more writing. I’ve just graduated. It’s a mostly good feeling. Already find myself sneaking around on master program’s websites though. Will need school break, will go back, I know. Can’t wait for fall. project, road trip, experience, happiness, sadness. I’m feeling many things. I feel very alive. That’s good. My blog is empty. That’s not. I don’t know how to be a good tumblrer. tumbler? tumblr-er. tumblr-user. whatever, you know what I mean. Things will come around.
Keeping the approaching date of graduation in mind, a column on post-grad thoughts and entering the “real world.”
My dear friend Hana Lurie and I are embarking on a photo-journalistic project in the fall. Check out the link. Please support in any way you can! Much love.
sweeps your soul away from life but also takes you deeper into it.
an addicting drug that, instead of taking away from every other kind of experience, heightens it.
sensing the world in a new way.
bringing alive TO reality and escaping FROM reality simultaneously.
desire to praise and worship beauty.
an attempt to articulate these feelings.
dynamic tension between my tendency to overflow and the rigorous work and effort that it takes to create something cohesive.
like a poem, or a romantic relationship.
feelings and technique combined.
volcanic passion contained in rigorous form.
A review of UCSC Digital Arts and New Media Exhibition
In light of Mini Mansion’s appearance at Santa Cruz’s Crepe Place, a commentary on the disappearing music scene in the UCSC community and on campus.
She’s not one to burn bridges,
but when she does, she stands
ever still in the fires her lighter
brought, the heat tends to
remember summer’s breeze, and
she knows connections worth
losing are memories sought after,
she’d rather be burning in the
flames of remembrance than
standing on the riverbanks of
forgetfulness and loss.
Anonymous asked: You are a really wonderful writer. I thoroughly enjoy your work. Thanks a lot.
that is the best thing i’ve heard all week. thank you very much, anon.
my legs have felt numb for days. laying on the bed they don’t feel like mine. like someone took mine with them and replaced them with a waxy substance that allows me to walk but barely more. an existential moment, is this what it feels like? having such a fever that hallucinations transcend what’s real and you look down at yourself.
“mama, you’re not going to make a fossil out of me are you?”
once i hallucinated so intensely that, as my mother covered my body in blankets, i felt such an extreme sense of claustrophobia that i might as well have been the forefather of a fossil, buried alive under hundreds of decades of stone and earth. my mother was frightened. i still felt like a fossil.
but what is there to do. there are bridges to burn, i could get high on america, there are several activities with which i could spend my monday evening. just my match and i, for the burning, just my zeppelin and i, for the getting high.
but none of these will give me a reply, and neither of these is what i really want. you can’t burn a bridge you still walk, you can’t get high if you don’t like weed. and i still feel like a fossil.
never thought
i
would let you do
what you have done,
not that you did anything.
except occupy
my each and every cell.
On Feb. 2 at 7 p.m. in the Santa Cruz Civic Auditorium, Nikki Giovanni — world-renowned poet and writer, storyteller, English professor, civil rights activist and commentator — will speak on “The Privilege of Serving: Art and the Legacy of Martin Luther King, Jr.”