When I was 15, my Dad and I went to Seattle on April 5th to visit the park beside Kurt Cobain’s house. I wandered around with my Polaroid camera, taking these pictures in an almost daze. Nirvana was it for me - smack dab in the midst of those inexplicable years, Kurt’s voice and lyrics did for me what they do for everyone else. I felt like I knew him, like he had been an old friend. It was eerie standing steps away from where he took his last breath, wrote his last words. Today, ten years later, I took these photos out of my scrapbook and scanned them to share. I’ll definitely be playing Nirvana a little louder today.
“These poems tell the story of a survivor; a sometimes reluctant, but mostly victorious, survivor. It isn’t often that you find an author who is so unapologetic, so fiercely determined to overcome, but you find that with Lydia Havens. Their voice is a force to be reckoned with, and one that truly stands out among the rest. Reading this collection of poetry was being undone and then remade in one continuous loop.This book is a triumph, is walking out of the water, blessed and broken and clean.”
Livret Autobiographique 2017 c’est parti!!! Pour une fois j’applique ma méthode du “j’encre une case de chaque page dans la même journée” histoire que ça avance sans que ça en ai l’air, mais je ne sais pas quand j’aurai terminé vu les travaux parallèles… Point positif : nouvelle brosse pour l’encrage, ça tape bien!!!