I genuinely performed (rather than read) my first spoken word piece today; exhilerating. It's also the first and only piece I've written while living in New York. I figured I'd post it simply because I've been rather quiet for a while.

Happy soon-to-be Thanksgiving.

six twenty, a.m., and I am awake. I'm growing tired with these new dreams of sex with people I know I've supressed desires for.
It's ok, dreams, I already knew I wanted that.
You can move on now.

THought you might like to know.
I should think to go and get coffee now. Cheers to all.

spent 53 dollars in a feminist book store today
on spoken word texts and cds.
Only three items.
It all seemed terribly ironic, that kind of money for a little gritty text,
but then,
you convince yourself you're supporting the artist,
supporting the form, since small businesses and small people
need some kind of contribution, need a little bit more to stay above water.

I seems sometimes like we're just treading...

I don't write spoken word, but I'd like to, so I'm working on a piece.
It's gonna be long for the first time in years,
but I'm begging a little feedback.
I'm gonna need it this time around, especially writing outside my word zone.
It'll be up in a couple of days, so keep me in mind.

Cheers.

by the way, go to [link], listen to Convenience Store. It's amazing.

buon anno nuovo, everyone.

I've been packed to the gills with work, but I saw the need to wish everyone a late but pertinent happy new year.

new camera to celebrate new job.

I'm going to take tony's advice, step it up, and reenter the artistic world.

Above all, I'm taking things a step further and challenging myself to become an "artist" to the best of my ability.