Wow! Where did the past two months go?
I’m excited to say that the Living Poetry Project was able to hide, give, and mail over 1,000 poetry post cards during April.
I’m also excited to say that the “body” poetry project is slowly coming together. The video is in process, the pictures are in process, and poem limbs have been left all over the city of Los Angeles.
This last weekend, I was able to début my poetry puppets (Jesus and John Lennon). If you like puppet / poetry, please give these talking heads a listen.
performance art series in Old Pasadena
Indelible Ink; a Vanguard Poetry Series
hosts its April show on Tuesday, April 16, 2013, 7:00 pm at Café Bizou,
91 N. Raymond Ave., Pasadena, CA 91103.
Tickets are $15.00 and can be purchased in advance by calling
626.578.7267. At the door tickets are $20.00 for adults $10.00 for students. Children under 5 are always free.
This amazing coat was brought to you by the creative force, Pavlina Janssen.
Look for her work! She makes the mirco become macro.
The room is still spinning. It will take a few weeks to reset from the wild madness of AWP. After a week of people, books, art, drinking, laughing, bowling (yes, bowling), it takes time to process the experience.
On the surface, AWP is thousands of books, thousands of people—an ordinary conference. But this is no ordinary conference—this is where one faces off with the hunger that is at the core of dreams. It is animal—a primal need for survival enacted through writing, reading, believing. Art requires we believe beyond starvation and sleep deprivation—belief in something beyond what is possible—art is the miraculous.
I believe in miracles.
On average I slept 3 hours a night. If I add this correctly, this means Monday+Tuesday+Wednesday+Thursday+Friday+Saturday=18 hours of sleep for an entire week.
The room is still spinning. Shadows haunt my peripheral vision. But, I am slowly stitching myself back together. Soon there will be enough glasses of water and sleep, enough normal, enough time with blue sky and my son to be rooted. That is until next AWP—the next wild flight.
It is a great honor to live with art.
It was an honor to share over a hundred poem pockets at AWP—great thanks to everyone who submitted poems and great thanks to those who received them.
I’ve been staying up late sewing pockets for AWP. I’ve been stitching pockets into the shapes of clouds, trees, hearts, flowers, rivers, and fur-balls; I want to put YOUR poems in these pockets and give them to people at AWP.
There are only a few days to submit, so if you would like your poems to travel to AWP, please submit right away.
Please send your poems to NicelleCDavis@gmail.com before March 4, 2013.