Friday, January 19, 2024

Ishmael Houston-Jones Workshop, January 2023

1. 

I DIDN'T REALIZE UNTIL NOW YOU WERE HERE
I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO BE LATE
I DIDN'T THINK YOU WOULD BE HERE

FORTY WOMEN WISH FOR BEAUTIFUL FEET AND FEARLESSLY YOU WISH FOR A SKYSCRAPER

AT MOVEMENT RESEARCH IN NEW YORK WE WALK LIKE QUEENS
LATE FOR SCHOOL

2. 

You didn't think you would be on time
To this summer meditation retreat
At basketball practice from the Sam's Club
Next door neighbor thinks he's the best gardener
And COVID survivor––you––don't know ever

My mom was late to pick me up from school
I loved everything I saw of myself or whatever seemed out of reach like a perfect old woman body

In a European country I lost your virginity
At the meditation retreat in Vermont I found out how to get un-addicted

3. 

In our perfect world we live tree-wise and funnily nothing ever happens
In a perfect world nothing ever happens and we do it together
In this perfect world we get in fights
We break up and leave and fall in love like cosmopolitan idiots
In this perfect world the old man plays his favorite songs
In our perfect world no one likes to eat their favorite vegetables
We all love Bjork
We are all Bjork

4. 

The old man wants us all to be having more sex under trees in Vermont
In a perfect world there is all this.


Thursday, January 11, 2024

Sew

Written in response to video of SECT Inc.'s performance at Pageant. Performed by Iliana Penichet-Ramírez, Ella Dawn W-S, Isa Spector, Lavinia Eloise Bruce, and Josie Bettman

Don't come into this house looking like that
Bow your fucking head
Stop touching yourself and worrying while you work
Respond, reply, relay, react, reappear
Stop giving up
Read, reread, rerere read, re re re re reread
Edit boldly

We're in the house, no you and I
We're a body in a house
And there was a party yesterday
We don't mind the mess, in fact we find you beautiful
We unfolded the laundry just before you got here

Carve out daily daylit time to edit
Edit everything
Unfold everything

Needles fall in a house
And in unison we need a mother
This house is not a mother

Unthreaded needles fall to the bottom of the house we live in
Our mother-less existence knits us together

Tuesday, January 9, 2024

This house is not a home, nile harris (NOT Niall Jones, nor Niall Horan)


A resounding scream

"It's the end of the world"

They came out to thank us, and to tell us they love us

"You ever have so much hope you go broke?"


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How can I be more and more fearless?

Thursday, January 4, 2024

Renovator

In and out 
Up and all the way out of the room
We clean and we clean and we expect people to pay attention to us


You were so beautiful in that room

I ran my fingers through your hair to communicate my desire

Your body like a wall melted into mine


Cal Wall was his name

A small person requiring attention and care

Knows that eventually plastic gloves form holes


It’s a strange time these days

My window is open to the world

What will come?

Williamsburg Lesbian

Totally fine and green to be late left foot goes down to go up head crooks elbow eyes parabolic in some projected desire make yourself impenetrably porous [to] allow trusting handfuls of breath to arrive and depart through a softening belly dialoguing with each eyelash that falls toward getting up backward eyes like that kind of descent all that there is like that kind of knowing old friend like that one you think of sees the space of this window in 45 infinite hues you see it as time dissolving kneecaps poured into these hands made large enough for you and time and all my ideas never step nor do they simplify just fall and multiply space between eyeballs and hands moving backward through morning windows of nighttime sun

JanuaryFirst twenty twenty four poem

I LOST SO MANY THINGS LAST YEAR
I SPOKE SO BADLY OF SO MANY PEOPLE
I MESSED THINGS UP
I LEFT RUINS IN MY WAKE
I LEFT SO MANY PLACES AWAKE
I BROKE SO DEEPLY
I USED MY HANDS EVERYDAY
I WAS A MOMENT SO MANY TIMES
I LOST FAITH IN SO MANY MOMENTS
I WAS A MOTHER TO SO MANY
I FOUND SO MANY MOTHERS
I SPENT SO MUCH TIME ON MONEY
I DON'T WANT TO MAKE THE SAME MISTAKES
I WANT TO BE KIND
I WANT TO LEAVE THINGS AS I FOUND THEM
I SAID NO SO MANY TIMES
I LOST EVERYTHING
I PAINTED MY NAILS AND RIPPED OFF OLD SKIN
I WISH TO BE FREE FROM NEW AND OLD, SAME AND DIFFERENT
I WANT EVERYONE TO BE OKAY
I WANT TIME IN MY HANDS LIKE WATER
I WANT TO SAVE THE WORLD
I WANT TO BE ALONE
I WANT TO BE TOGETHER
I WANT TO FALL DOWN IN FRONT OF CROWDS, SMOOTH AND REAL
I WANT TO APPEAR MYSELF TO MYSELF
I WANT TO SPEAK EVERY LANGUAGE
I WANT TO HEAL MY DIGESTIVE SYSTEM
I WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING
I WANT TO SOLVE MYSELF
AND I FEEL SO ALONE IN MY HANDS TODAY
NO HAT CAN SOLVE YOUR PROBLEMS
BOOKS CAN'T SOLVE YOUR FUCKING PROBLEMS
SO STRENGTH
STRENGTH
SO

Monday, January 1, 2024

2024

In

- classical music
- red nails
- very cold apples
- books, stacked
- improvisation
- anonymity
- hiking clothes
- regular cleaning
- grad school
- performance
- truth

Out

- appearances
- bullying men
- social media
- anything assigned
- meditation
- irregularity
- poor arch support
- sample sales
- supporting mediocre small businesses
- being uninterested for more than an hour
- haircuts

richard maxwell workshop

  Justice played in chipotle Mirrored cube Wind moved a leaf making it look like a little animal following me around