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פוסטים

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 a

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