make
bad
art
we need more
human
bad art
or at least something filled with
life
and breath
art is life
life is art
ai is not currently life/breath/creativity
ai cannot make art
it can make amalgamations of other humans’ art
it can mix styles like paint
but that is just a technical ability
art is ephemeral and hard to describe
it needs life
in needs breath
it needs person-ness
so make bad art, because no matter how bad it is
it
is
still
ART
just kinda writing
kinda vibing
this morning
hoping i can nap in such a way
that actually rejuvenates me
instead of making me more
sleepy
and hoping my body holds and heals and continues
the way i need it to
for this week/month/semester/year/life
a wrap up of my weekend would be:
puppies and eyedrops
and getting better
and getting things done
and buffalo and people
[so many people]
but with people come connections
and with puppets come life
and breath
it’s all about the
breath
some hassles this morning
but it’s ok
it’s ok
it’s not the end of the world
there are always ways around it
always ways to get to where you’re going
always time to find to do the things you need to do
even if you don’t think there is
borrow from elsewhere
time has both a taking and a giving nature
and we can ask it for favors
every now and then
[just don’t make it a habit
and time won’t find ways
to place ironic twists on your
days]
a beginning
the start of something
first day of school
and all that jazz
any new thing is nerve-wracking
is terror-inducing
is scary
even when excitement overwhelms
even when it’s likely to be all good
there’s still a bit of the self that goes
‘EEK!’
so here’s to going in with no predisposed notions
no expectations, just the feelings that i’m feeling
and a hope to stay in the moment
and take all that will happen
as it all happens
[it’s a super neat project
and i’m super stoked about the point and purpose of it all
and if everything goes to heck in a handbasket, which is doubtful
but i suppose always possible, i can always remind myself
it is just
one
week]
first time feeling like the attacks were an affront to
My
city
not to the country as a whole that everyone says i should claim
but i’m still not so certain
and it has to do with
time
community
and electing a mayor i’m so proud to have represent us
in all events
yes, even/especially at happenings for memorials and things
tonight
so fuck your anti-Muslim sentiments
because if we can’t all be americans
we can at least all be New Yorkers
i know this
and i’ll wear that badge of honor everywhere
i love when the words just flow just drip just pour
from my fingertips without squeezing
without pushing
without forcing
like they were always meant to be there
in that order
with that meaning
[can i have more
of that
please?]
such grand plans
such grand plans
we can do more
we can do more
but sometimes we need to do
what we have already done
and leave it at that
and leave it at that
do i get more out of my morning poetry
when it is less likely to be a poem
i’m willing to share with any sort of audience
[even that of the opinionless void]?
almost
certainly
yes
planned obsolescence
has me damn near paranoid
refusing to buy anything new
no technology
no clothing
no materials for making my own things
no cloth for fear of fraying
no printers for fear of subscription fees
no streaming services for fear of handing money to those
who would throw our country down the already flushing toilet of
fascism, and throw our planet farther away from able to
reverse this man-made curse of global climate crisis
can i survive on what i have?
or buying second-hand [hopefully from
reputable sources themselves]
mending and making with the items i’ve hoarded
over the last few decades of my life?
[perhaps my depression-raised grandmother was right]
