Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'
Girlfriend and I drove straight across Canada and crossed a fucking border to see Brandi Carlile play - and then Sarah McLachlan and ANNIE LENNOX came out on stage and we both almost died but we didn't so now we have to drive back and I can finally drive standard
The 23 series, part 1.
Do I know where I'm headed with this style of work? Not really. Have I figured out how to integrate it with other aspects of my art practice? Not yet. But I'm feeling good about diving deep into something, repeating and iterating, experimenting in a more directed way rather than changing interests every 5 minutes, sticking to something and seeing it through.
"this will help women FeEl SaFeR" I DON'T CARE ABOUT FEELING SAFER. I DON'T CARE ABOUT FEELING SAFER. I DON'T CARE ABOUT FEELING SAFER BECAUSE GUESS WHY? I "feel safe" most of the time. I bet Ashling Murphy felt safe going for a jog down a well-trodden canal path in broad daylight. I bet Sarah Everard felt safe walking down Clapham High Street on a spring evening. I bet Sabina Nessa felt safe taking a five minute walk through her local park to the pub. "Feeling safe" means nothing. I only care about actually BEING safe. Which means eliminating male violence. That is all that is constructive.
Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, Rien ne va plus
Sisterhood is our biggest strength. Looking out for each other, uplifting each other, learning together, keeping each other safe, but also organising - men have been playing us against each other for all of history because they’re afraid of what happens when we stop seeing each other as competition. And they’re right to be afraid, our sisterhood can be so much stronger than their disgusting patriarchal pact.
My face after drinking from the NASA zero gravity cup
“Sometimes I wish I could photosynthesize so that just by being, just by shimmering at the meadow’s edge or floating lazily on a pond, I could be doing the work of the world while standing silent in the sun.”
~ Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
“No writing is wasted. Did you know that sourdough from San Francisco is leavened partly by a bacteria called lactobacillus sanfrancisensis? It is native to the soil there, and does not do well elsewhere. But any kitchen can become an ecosystem. If you bake a lot, your kitchen will become a happy home to wild yeasts, and all your bread will taste better. Even a failed loaf is not wasted. Likewise, cheese makers wash the dairy floor with whey. Tomato gardeners compost with rotten tomatoes. No writing is wasted: the words you can’t put in your book can wash the floor, live in the soil, lurk around in the air. They will make the next words better.”
— ERIN BOW
Anne Sexton, from “Leaves That Talk,” in The Complete Poems
[text ID: Yes. / It’s May 20th and the leaves, / green, green, wearing their masks / and speaking, calling out their Sapphic loves, / are here — here — here —]
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“And when earthly things forget you, to the still earth say, “I’m flowing.” To the rushing water say, “I am.””
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Sonnets to Orpheus, 2;29