I cooked the last zucchini today in a pasta dish that was way too spicy (as if there existed any such thing). A fresh baked challah made without the egg wash makes a pretty decent dessert with a glass of tea, too. I figure if I can manage to make another 150$ this month by one means or another I might not have to talk to the landlord. I really do prefer to minimise our engagement. An interchange with an artist I respect a LOT, John Akpata, reminded me not to think of myself as a starving artist, but as a surviving one. I like that. Positive reinforcement is good for you, even
The new poem up today, Children's Story, is a piece I started during the Festival this month. I cringe a little at anyone who knows my mother potentially seeing the language, but the subject matter really doesn't lend itself to delicate attention. I heard Saul Williams quote Maya Angelou the other day in a recording. She had said that we ought to be writing as if we had guns in our mouths. That image has been pushing me, harassing me, cajoling me... I hate the idea of writing what other people want to hear. I want to write what is viscerally necessary, what must come out, what needs to be said.
briefly I considered not to write has also received a slight currycombing. It's hard to edit spoken word pieces until they've been performed; so much of the process has to do with how the words fall out of my mouth and onto what reception from the audience. But I quite like the imagery and I look forward to playing with this one on a stage.
Also, I will be posting the date for Throw Collective's slam on Monday. I don't know yet if I'll be able to be there, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't. If I'm able, I intend to slam there. Saturday night's date at Espace des Arts has me excited. I've already seen the lineup, and there are some great old friends and some new contenders on that list. I'm personally looking forward to see what Ben Wolf and JD Hobbes bring. Lots of magick in that room. Come and see.