Mini Update
Mini Update
Yes, I know. I keep on putting off writing that huge monstrous sxsw update.
And the longer I put it off, the more I think I should censor myself from snark.
For shame.
At least I have my photo gallery on the trip up now.
And if you want to contribute snark re: sxsw, do so here.
Additionally, I know I need to update my links with the list of marvy folks that I met over the week.
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In other news.
The reading went well and I tried not to feel like a dork amongst some trully talented performers.
Judy Hamaguchi read “Flashbacks” which made me laugh outloud. I read something that I had scrambled together earlier today
(which I’ll publish here after rewriting some of it…it was rather rough).
I also read “If you & I were Paper” and “Match”
Ishle ROCKED and if you want to read or attend some really fantastic spoken word, then do support her by purchasing her chap book. She says it’ll help her get accross the bay bridge for a couple more days. I especially liked her piece titled “Pussy”. It was incredibly rad to say the least and one always has to support another rocking Korean American sister.
Suz Takeda rounded up with a glorious performance from the church of the Born Again Asian American.
To round out the evening, I present to you a flashback with my little ditty “If you & I were paper” (I really will get a chapbook done, too. Promise)
If you & I Were Paper
If you and I
were paper
I would fold
you into me
when I was willing to love you
and I
into you
when you used to believe that I couldn’t.
and the times that we laughed
would crease over
the times that I scratched you
and tear over the times you were silent to me
except in your breath and pulse against my cheek.
If you and I
were paper
We would not be taped
back to back
without form
without vulgar emotions
scribbled on our backs
like
absentminded tatoos
love carved on one side with a thumbnail
and hate scarred on another with tooth
so biased
and only sheet thin away from the other
if you and I
were paper
would we weave into each other
in precise angles
and folds
that
bloom into
radiating stars
outwards and upwards
without
beginning
or end
or would
we find ourselves
a pair of wishful cranes
side by side
until crumpled
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