Id like to shout my gratitude for acceptance. We are all marvellous maniacs, we are angels, and we are half baked. Better to be a perfect version of yourself than an imitation of some other thing. In this moment I take a deep breath. It is the first day after my long summer fair season, the beginning of a month long break and tomorrow I leave for a weeklong tour of the east coast with my grandma. As a small business owner I dont get many days off. After 4 month of non stop work I must say I feel like an enormous weight has been lifted. I know I mustnt be the only one who has the challenge of balancing a career with a vocation. It is very challenging to give myself over to being a retailer for months at the expense of my one true love: poetry. Poetry though isnt confined to what may be written on a leaf of paper of doc. file. Poetry is in the spontaneous act of live rebellion and expression, poetry resides in the howl of the lunatic, the turn of the dancers heel, the modulating pitch of the story tellers. A big thanks to all the people who keep poetry alive in the wasteland of summer sales service. All the beautiful crazy customers who turn into friends thereafter, all the impossible petty tyrants on committees and boards who set up delicate and delightful puzzles for us to contend with, my dear friends who have come and shared the adventure with me on various weekends : Abdulla Ward, Naomi Moon, Johnny K, Kelly King, Deiniol Gypsy, Bren Evelyn Lees Jesse Morley Kayla Carter etc.. xoxox
Posted on: Wed, 15 Oct 2014 02:37:44 +0000
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