דלג לתוכן הראשי

רשומות

מציג פוסטים מתאריך יוני, 2011

coloring books

I stroke a brand new page
and wonder if rage or
plight or a flight out of this age will
overtake these white spaces between
blue lines,
wonder if I’ve anything meaningful to tell, like
what I think about politics
or sexy hips or chapped lips in this winter’s wrath.
I’m on this path, you see, to try
and gain a different perspective,
to learn a different language,
to try and send a message
instead of doing the usual clichés about love and death and
cleaning up an alcoholic mess and
everyone we know has aids but
we like sex and
we hate each other’s different colors and
pretend to be emotional,
you’ve heard this line before:
cry or bleed tears or blood through words or ink onto pages or..
what.ever.
I’m guilty, too, of course, it’s true:
the one who points it out is guilty most,
but now I’m tired of being boring,
tired of not telling a story,
let’s… try… this:
my name is: michal.
I am:
white
twenty one
female
bisexual
jewish
a traveller
open parentheses : a stranger (close parentheses)
I am:
Sitting in a room full of black …

word brothers//rhythmic minds (last man standing)

recording-featuring Last Man Standing (Swaziland)
i stutter, i stutter, i try to utter but sputter, stumble and fall in your waters, i try, i try, i try to ask why but the answer is here, it's here in my soul, you know, it stumbles out sometimes and then stands TALL, tall like the tower, like what i see from the gutter, i stutter- you speak like it's: natural, an archer with his bow & arrow, a poet with his: sorrow. or his love! a writer with his pen & his heart, his art, his everything is everything, his raison d'etre, this paper. this brother, this blood in this ink, this passion in sync - a poet & a birth, a baby, maybe, maybe we stutter but we do so independently, we do it from: here, with creativity, with soul, soul, rooted souls, brothers, soul so we stutter together we beat out our words with our heart- beats, heartbeats, beats in these words, do you hear them? the beats? listen to their hearts you'll feel the blood stream like water, like flow, like…