dear lovely ones, gratitude for your energies, your sharings, your generosities, your uglies, your little and expansive bitters, your writing through the nights, your browns, your beauties, your afternoon slumbers, your bruises, your breakfast mornings, your laughs, your solitudes and of course, of course, your words. For those of you who showed up every day, for those who were able to make it for one day, and for those of us who occupy that sliding space in-between, thank you. I'm leaving millay colony this morning with you tucked in my backpocket. For this last post, I want to say, I hope this is not the last time we write and create in the path together and I hope to see your collaborations out in the world & in the street! As Bushra says, “and wouldn’t you feel lucky in all this magic?” Thank you. <3! * today, onlookers meant to write this poem waking up to trumpet vine world. You can be proper body, even people who question the nation. I am sick, I don't want their eyes heard, only trains platinum in their grammar. We every trickster peel upstream night that do not know shame. Leave me humid
born without the proper
name loved to night. * Promptings for your writings: “I feel sad and dehumanized when viewed in terms of my utility instead of who I truly am.” - Soyeon Cho* Improv Everywhere:
*
…. And you,
who cannot keep still, who can never
look back, where will you go next?
How will I find you?
Can you feel the world pull
apart, the seams loosen?
What, tell me, will keep it whole,
if not you? if not me?
Send a postcard, picture, tell me
how you’ve been.
- Blas Falconer (who was born on this day), from “Dear Friend” * “The J. Paul Getty Museum’s iconic statue of Aphrodite was quietly escorted back to Sicily by Italian police, ending a decades-long dispute over an object whose craftsmanship, importance, and controversial origins have been likened to the Parthenon marbles in the British Museum.” ~ LA Times, March 23 2011 (via Carol Gomez) *
Two more prompts (I’m sad this is ending. Thank you again,
Ching-In and all who have participated!):
*Frida’s Corset:

*
Wasteland Documentary Trailer
(via Rachelle Cruz)
*
1) what are the sounds of respect / beauty / sharing?
2) is all writing collaborative writing…
(via Hari Malagayo Alluri)
*
and my prompt!
especially the last part which I’ve been living and loving. .
(via Bushra Rehman)
*
come morning walls melt – Clarissa Rojas
the drum:
(via Clarissa Rojas)
*
In honor of our sacred space here, my prompt today has to
do with spaces of art that face challenges and find ways to
survive. This is a trailer from the documentary,
“Unfinished Spaces,” on the National Schools of Art in Cuba.
http://www.unfinishedspaces.com/trailer.html
(via Evangeline Ganaden)

August 25, 2011 at 8:19 am |
if not you? if not me?
Send a postcard, picture, tell me
how you’ve been.
– Blas Falconer (who was born on this day), from “Dear Friend”
“I feel sad and dehumanized when viewed in terms of my utility instead of who I truly am.” – Soyeon Cho
Dear,
your name
whether viewed
from back –
or -
from front
is Friend.
Thanks to all the wonderful poets, magicians, and alchemists who have participated. Ching-In, thank you for the dissolving of many selves into art. Blessings, I am truly going to miss all of you and especially this project. Love, Serena
August 25, 2011 at 8:57 am |
Today I recalled the last 4 years of my life by re-reading “sent” email messages still loaded on my computer. I re-lived applying for and beginning MFA program and my brother’s death at 49 – both happened with one day of each other. Of the three closest friends I conversed with, only one is still my friend. Reading poems posted as attachments to messages, I realized my growth as a writer and my circling of the same themes and play with language and form. I only made it through one year. After reading through to Jan 2008, I had to stop.
Once I realized the significance of these blogs, I started saving them. I am truly grateful to have been part of this collaboration. I apologize that my heart is so heavy with grief with the loss of my mother and that my body is bent by the weight of what has been a very intense four years.
Your words (images, sounds, music,) have been healing magic.
Much love, Monica
August 25, 2011 at 10:55 am |
Thanks to all. It has been lovely.
- toddw.wordpress.com
August 25, 2011 at 12:02 pm |
one more try for the love of word drum and you:
en el callejón de mi abuela todo es inspiración
August 25, 2011 at 4:08 pm |
Friend,
We every trickster
from front
to back.
We who cannot
keep still.
words from Serena Lin, Ching-In Chen, Blas Falconer, everyone here.
***
This has been a hypnotic, beautiful experience. Thank you again to Ching-In for orchestrating these tremendous voices, and thank you all for your words and yes, your magic.
August 25, 2011 at 5:00 pm |
lovelies humid uglies bruises
we who occupy peel
together magic
born without proper
but loved to night
seams loose, apart and whole
tell me alchemy
In the language of my bones: Agyaman. Maraming Salamat.
August 25, 2011 at 10:57 pm |
shared words, pictures, letters, sound, memories
will remain with me fused in heart and mind
and free me to keep creating for no reason at all!
terima kasih to all of you for the bits of you
and to ching-in who held our bits together
with so much love
carol~
August 26, 2011 at 3:18 am |
dead giveaway
inside the always have to
continue in opposition to
cannot keep still unfinished
spaces between afternoon
timbres thank you
for giving my uglies
the impossibility of closure
whether wound or dangerous door
(there’s a roundabout on the way
to controversial origins you total
if you drive straight through)
–
gratitude, h.
cipher: all of you since this project’s inception who shared and prompted
words from: ching-in, blas falconer, carol, la times, bushra, bill hicks, evangeline, national school of arts in cuba doc
–
re-prompt: “remember to come back” – bill hicks
August 26, 2011 at 3:41 am |
octopus
tentacle words
seers to the sea
reach and
record
the flight
of heron’s
migrant
mourning
dance
melting
walls
between us
en un mundo descomunal,
siento mi fragilidad
gracias
ever so grateful
words rescue
the drowning
moment
ching-in
words: nacha pop
August 26, 2011 at 2:22 pm |
aaaargh. forgot to include friend fayza in cipher.
the error gives me a chance to say: there is a beauty in this project, magic, nourishment, grounding yet flight. thank you again. till. soon.