Saturday, May 23, 2015

Hungoverish

http://www.eileenmyles.com/infernoexc.php

I'm just going to post this... talk about this.
Sexuality as the basis for poetry, for different kinds
of encounters with the literary scene. The arts scene,
more broadly, but how to describe
that kind of rush or feel you get from good art?
Is there a point? In thinking about this,
I find most commonly that I reach down
to an absolute zero. No one is interested in poetry,
no one is interested in punk,
there's just a series of social incentives
sex, loneliness, fitting into
"a right vision of yourself"
that keep us coming to shows, readings.
This all helped by the fact that it's extraordinarily
easy to be a punk, a poet. This also why
some people are bent on keeping those scenes/
terms exclusionary. BUT

All of this on top of the fact that it's actually possible
to write good poems/poetry. And you can have
some excellent punk music, too. I see it sometimes,
I'll admit the music more frequently,
but poems that are really good,
really performative, memorable
keep you alerted to things.
Do things inside of you that you're not that aware of.
That it's hard to track or summarize
and even trying to do so seems
futile, childish. Even acknowledging
that something deeper is happening...
But if you're Eileen Myles! Sure,
you can do it.

----Moral of the Story:----
Sex isn't the only thing keeping me coming
to punk shows/readings. [[I actually don't
get to have sex because of punk shows, well,
except one time <3 <3]]

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