30 x Lace: Becca Klaver
WISH PIECE
There might be room for wishes.
There might be, in this room, a place for wishes.You might find on these walls the scum of wishes.
You might find the snail slime of wishes.
You might’ve cleared out all your stuff, but you can’t remove the wishes.
Not even with a…
Becca Klaver performed this at my house/DIY venue last year at our final show before we moved out. It’s wonderful to read it in text format now as a part of this project.
Today at 30 x Lace: Niina Pollari!
I have a small poem as a part of 30 x Lace for national poetry month — thank you very much for including me Gina and Carrie <3
This poem (Apr 17th) was sort of inspired by a famous lady in a famous book but it’s also for anyone that’s had assumptions made of them or requests on their behalf. Isn’t the month going swimmingly? <3
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DEAR SUITORS
When arriving in their smartcar
Did you think I would be a human being
Did we think a girl would I be
Taking your dark headphones
To crowd you
“Fold down & breathe out
Like an accordion
Make blown air”
The instruction
But there is no outblow
I am a dark stone with a reservoir
Containing blood that no hand will ever reach
And nobody with a daisy in his teeth
Will floss its way into me
Of that he can be sure
Featured readers at Kickstarter’s first literary meetup include Bianca Stone, Dustin Luke Nelson, Ashleigh Lambert, Eric Pitra, Jen Hyde, and Wendy S. Walters. A short Q&A with the project creators will follow the reading. RSVP here!
This reading/Q&A is happening at Kickstarter next Wednesday — please come if you’ve ever thought about running a book- or publishing-related project (or if you’re a fan of InDigest, No, Dear, and Futurepoem).
Screaming Females + Garbage
“Because The Night”Pretty good… Which one is Patti and which one is Bruce?
this has everything i love in it
How could I have forgotten that her top said Delusions?
poem for april
I LOVE THE PHONE
I live for the phone
I awake every day thinking “I will kill myself if nobody calls me today”
My guts do a little nervous dance whenever it’s not ringing
I have such great ring tones
You’re looking at me like I’m not smart
But you don’t even know
I stop existing if nobody reaches out to me
I am not a real person if I am meaningless
To other people
When you call me it’s like I am more beautiful
And worth more as a person
And more full of living vitamins
And incredibly valuable
It’s more meaningful than when we hang out in person
Because there is an actual traceable electronic trail
And when archaeologists find me they can see all the times that people called
And they can say to themselves
“She was very beloved”
The thing that people forget* is that Miranda July’s 1990s concept albums were terrifying. I swear to god I listened to The Binet-Simon Test one time front to back in a house by myself and had to turn on all the fucking lights.
*I think? I haven’t talked to anyone about Miranda July for ten years. I feel like her early shit is proto performance-Tumblr tho.
I did a mixtape trade with a girl on a mailing list I was on sometime in high school, and she put this track on there — oh, it made me super nervous.
Want to give some love to this poem, “My Dark, Semitic Wiles” by Nicole Steinberg. Nicole, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it since I first read it, and then I heard you read it again in Boston. It’s fucking awesome.
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