27 July 2013

life on the moon

Luna Luna is a new online magazine "made for women who appreciate honesty and empowerment with a side helping of goth." & they've decided to interview me this week! I talk freaks, fashion, & feminism in the artist spotlight

18 July 2013

reading kenneth goldsmith

I've been reading 'Uncreative Writing' for the past day or so. the most fascinating element I've come across is this notion of language permeating. Goldsmith talks about how everything we encounter digitally is language on a sub level... that code which makes your graphics run is language. there has been a terror in literature of the internet & what it means for language & the written word. Goldsmith posits that we must merely reevaluate our understanding of literature to fit in this new (digital) world.

This I have been thinking about a lot. I have been operating in my "creative life" (as pretentious as that sounds) under the etymological definition of the word 'poetry'... i.e. 'something fashioned or made'. that definition has no mention of language, or words, or line breaks, or form, or whatever else we have arbitrarily decided makes something a poem. & though I'm not particularly far along in Goldsmith's book I think it might be at the root of the idea I've been trying to hash out.

Take this for example:

I made this image using a process Goldsmith describes. I first opened a .jpg file in text edit. of course the file opened as a indecipherable series of symbols (language). I inserted randomly the text of a poem I had written. when I oped the file again in a picture viewer it had been completely changed. Goldsmith writes: "What we're experiencing for the first time is the ability of language to alter all media [...] Words are active & affective in concrete ways." 

I think that's beautiful. 

13 July 2013

say a prayer tonight for those to whom justice has not been served.

05 July 2013


"Cooked, the meat will blacken, grow dark in the night like a bruise."

-claire donato, burial

03 July 2013

on writers block

my skin
expectant like cloudless 
terrain on a red
planet, alien & undulating
its circumspiral edges
raw like tin