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funk as puck poems, electric fetuses in minneapolis, and more. (Patreon)

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2019-04-11 19:09:55
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2023-04

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HALLO LOVES.....

TL;DR....tons of things about POEMS and the SHOWS and I AM DOING AN IN-STORE IN MINNEAPOLIS ON SATURDAY FOR RECORD STORE DAY @ ELECTRIC FETUS!!!!! keep readin.

greetings from woodstock, where i'm gathering my wits and getting ready to drive to laguardia airport tonight, then fly to chicago in the morning for El Grando Chicago Show. that's tomorrow, then on saturday i hit st. paul. 

a note about upcoming content & and an upcoming event, which i'm juggling in the hazy background...

it's april so it's NATIONAL POETRY MONTH. wheeeeeee.

poems are punk as fuck. i'll share a poem, a new favorite that i just found in a book of poems by wislawa szymborska, down below after i sign off. to leave you with thoughts. 

i'll share a poem every time i post, this month, if you're game. GAME????

i fuckin love good poems.

in fact, why not just post a poem here, everybody?

GO AHEAD. SHARE A POEM.

POEMS ARE FUCK AS PUNK!!!!!!!!!! 

it'll be nice to read some poems on my way to chicago tomorrow. 

i'd rather read your poems than the new york times, which is what i usually do.

poems are less depressing than the news.

poems you wrote, poems you love, old favs, I DON'T CARE

JUST POEMS

in the comments section

go

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a moment of poetic silence


ok


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as for me......

as i mentioned in a post a little while ago, i almost definitely be posting / thinging the boston-bombing-related poem that i wrote for the masspoetry benefit last month.

it's a slightly scary thing to do, and therefore a wonderful thing to do. i think i know how to do it. sometimes i get these things wrong. you're with me now. 

just hold me.

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also, right after the BOSTON & NEW YORK SHOWS, i'll be in the midst of shooting the "drowning in the sound" video here at our house with a huge team, but i'll be busting down to NYC just for a few hours to attend maria popova's "universe in verse" event in brooklyn on april 23rd, at 7 pm. it's SOLD OUT, but will stream! so hold for info.


the guests just keep getting better and better...this year it'll be me, neil, david byrne, regina spektor, bill t jones, krista tippett from "on being", and many more....here's more info:

https://www.brainpickings.org/live/

MAYBE I WILL WRITE A NEW GODDAMN POEM JUST FOR THIS?

y not

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in the I AM ABOUT TO HIT THE ROAD AGAIN DEPT....

here's a great shot of the chicago marquis from @geekettelindsay via twitter.

apparently the comedian tom segura is on the night after me. if you like him, you could just camp in your chair...i invited him to the show on twitter just now.



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ELECTRIC FETUS

FLASH-IN-STORE in MINNEAPOLIS THIS SATURDAY (APRIL 13th)

....FOR RECORD STORE DAY!!!!


last minute fun in minny!!!

i have JUST ENOUGH TIME to swing by electric fetus and sign a ton of records and do a quick group photo before i jet to the show!!!

if you can come, come!!! i likely won't be signing after the show in st. paul, and this will be fast fast fast - like, flying down the line fast - but come make mayhem with me!! i'll bring my ukulele and hop up on a box and scream some truth!!!

1:15pm SHARP this saturday!!! 

NOTE:  this is for the Minneapolis location (not Duluth)!!!!

https://electricfetus.com

2000 4th Ave. S
Minneapolis, MN 55404

.....AND LET PEOPLE KNOW HERE or on the fb group if you're coming so y'all patrons can find each other!!!!

here's a FB event link so you can RSVP, hayley just bopped it together (THANK YOU HAY):

https://www.facebook.com/events/417217248845538/

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IF YOU'RE COMING TO THE CHICAGO 

or ST PAUL SHOW.....


......don't forget that MICHAEL will be the PATRONATOR in the lobby, and we have our pretty alfredo richner patron pins to sell you for a mere $5, which is about what they cost to make they're BEOOOOTIFUL and it's been so wonderful seeing people wearing them with pride.

if you're coming to a show and want one of these pins, brush up on this post, it has all the details:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/25921823

here's a pic of meg, who just posted this to the patron FB page....lookin killer


here's a pic of michael and heidi (the merch queen i stole from ani difranco, she's KILLING IT) from the DC show!


and here's a wonderful leg lamp that beth brought to the show at the patronator-station. notice our QR CODE! WE ARE FUTURE!!!

FUTURRRRRRREEEE!!!!!


we had a leg lamp in philadelphia too, brought to us by sam 

LOVE.


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this is vin, who came to the DC show with an industrial sized box of tissues.

VIN COULD HAVE BOUGHT A HANKY AND SAVED SO MANY TREES. just kidding vin we love you.

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want to HELP?

IF You're a patron....and you probably are if you're reading this... i'd love you to feel AUTHENTICATED TO HELP!!! go say hi to michael! go talk to peeps who are curious/confused about the patreon..! i may even try some sort of experiment in chicago to buddy up people who need help understanding it with people who are part of it.

we iz the mediaz.

this is hand to hand to mouth to mouth to soul to soul shit. help me out.

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speaking of HALP

i need to do a huge thank you soon to all the people who HAVE BROUGHT LAMPS and other props for the stage...!!!!!

THANK YOU!!!!

DETROIT:
thank you amanda for bringing the leg lamp and to mary for the side table.

TORONTO:
thank you jenn for the leg lamp!!!

MONTREAL:
thank you tieu-thuy for the side table!!

DC:
thank you jessica for the side table and the gifts left inside of it, thank you beth for bringing the leg lamp.

PHILADELPHIA:
thank you danielle for bringing the side table, and sam for bringing the leg lamp!!

and to everyone else who has reached out for the other shows, thank you!!!


if you wanna help out, we still need an area rug for chicago!!!!

and some other things for the upcoming north american shows. drop us a line here if you have a disco ball, area rug, a side table or a leg lamp to loan us for one of the upcoming shows (as always, full tour dates are at http://amandapalmer.net/shows) :

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSfRa9xMwhXLOQitqcSVcykloGNrVKuRJhV2jBzqPB6cWqKpxQ/viewform?fbclid=IwAR0VDbgEjpwu1yuXuW6DMLfq6Eth5IWigkYnh69AlZULzbojQ8Lo9MQRanA

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a quick plug for friends.....



kahn & selesnick, the geniuses behind the photos in the There Will Be No Intermission artbook, have a PLAYING CARD DECK called "the poker deck of the drowning world" that is absolutely gorgeous. great gift idea.....go score one before it's over. they've more than hit their goal of 12k with over 500 decks sold, but the offer is only out for another THIRTEEN days. so...

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1804364165/the-poker-deck-of-the-drowning-world

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it’s highly probable that i’ll have last-minute guest list tickets to giveaway both tomorrow in chicago and saturday in st. paul. stay tuned ... and if anyone has a good idea for a photo spot in chicago near the theater, hit me.



SEE YOU IN THE MIDWEST MOFOS

STAY WARM!!!


x

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a

p.s. here's a poem for you. 

Photograph from September 11 

by WISŁAWA SZYMBORSKA

translation: CLARE CAVANAGH


They jumped from the burning floors—
one, two, a few more,
higher, lower.

The photograph halted them in life,
and now keeps them   
above the earth toward the earth.

Each is still complete,
with a particular face
and blood well hidden.

There’s enough time
for hair to come loose,
for keys and coins
to fall from pockets.

They’re still within the air’s reach,
within the compass of places
that have just now opened.

I can do only two things for them—
describe this flight
and not add a last line.


------THE NEVER-ENDING AS ALWAYS---------

1. if you’re a patron, please click through to comment on this post. at the very least, if you’ve read it, indicate that by using the heart symbol.

2. see All the Things i've made so far on patreon: http://amandapalmer.net/patreon-things

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Anonymous

as a bee seeks nectar from all kinds of flowers, seek teachings everywhere like a deer that finds a quiet place to graze, seek seclusion to digest all that you have gathered like a mad one beyond all limits, go where you please and live like a lion, completely free of all fear (source unknown)

Anonymous

I submitted the lamp for Portland.

Anonymous

Foggy sphere (by me) Catch me if you're here Or let me fall that deep Will we see that foggy sphere When the hills are so steep Will you tell me once again How you'll love me to the end Will you lift me up again From down deep where spaces bend

Anonymous

(englisch below) my favourite poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1789) An den Mond Füllest wieder Busch und Tal Still mit Nebelglanz, Lösest endlich auch einmal Meine Seele ganz; Breitest über mein Gefid Lindernd deinen Blick, Wie des Freundes Auge mild Über mein Geschick. Jeden Nachklang fühlt mein Herz Froh und trüber Zeit Wandle zwischen Freud und Schmerz In der Einsamkeit. Fliesse, fliesse, lieber Fluss! Nimmer werd ich froh, So verrauschte Scherz und Kuss, Und die Treue so. Ich besass es doch einmal, Was so köstlich ist! Dass man doch zu seiner Qual Nimmer es vergisst! Rausche, Fluss, das Tal entlang, Ohne Rast und Ruh, Rausche, flüstre meinem Sang Melodien zu. Wenn du in der Winternacht Wütend überschwillst, Oder um die Frühlingspracht Junger Knospen quillst. Selig, wer sich vor der Welt Ohne Hass verschliesst, Einen Freund am Busen hält Und mit dem geniesst, Was, von Menschen nicht gewusst Oder nicht bedacht, Durch das Labyrinth der Brust Wandelt in der Nacht. - - - To the Moon Hushed, you flood with shining mist Valley, bush and knoll, And I feel you finally Liberate my soul. Round the regions of my world Goes your easy gaze Kind as a companion’s eye Sizing up my days. Every echo hefts my heart, -Tears and joy renewed- As I balance bliss and pain In your solitude. River, river, flow and flow; Pleasure’s passed for me: Every kiss has vanished with Laughs and loyalty. All I once possessed and lost Is such treasure still. Men would rather bear this pain Than forget that thrill. River, rise, and never rest, Rushing down the dale; Wash and whisper me a tune As I sing my tale How in dark December you Rage and overflow, Or arise in gloried Spring Bidding roses grow. Lucky’s he who leaves the world Free of hate, by choice, Has a friend to laugh with and Lovingly rejoice In what men have never guessed, Or forgotten quite, Roaming mazes of the breast Wayward in the night. Translated by A.Z. Foreman <a href="http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.com/2016/10/goethe-to-moon-from-german.html" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">http://poemsintranslation.blogspot.com/2016/10/goethe-to-moon-from-german.html</a>

Anonymous

I dreamt your love for me bloomed in your heart. it warmly melted all my walls, it softly lighted all my darkness, it tenderly woke me up. and then it took my breath away. (wrapped also in a short animation. Piper recites it on a piece of music "Thai song" made by my/her friend Scott Moodie (it starts at 0:40) <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_T-rKhap6o&amp;list=PLC6EC29513CC73A29&amp;index=1)" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_T-rKhap6o&amp;list=PLC6EC29513CC73A29&amp;index=1)</a>

Anonymous

I caught feelings, in spite of years &amp; miles apart and now I'm reeling because I didn't want to say, "goodbye" not yet maybe never but I need to let you go let you go let me go please go and don't look back

Anonymous

Ok. This is gonna be SO FUN to read! Gotta go find the poems I wrote in my college class...brb FOUND IT! oK Here goes.

Anonymous

What’s the Point? By Dianna Leigh Stainless steel blades Respond to my serpentine motion Pressure slowly subsides It’s getting easier now. Faster and faster they spin Freely, effortlessly Molding the pristine It is done! The dim fuzziness is drawn into a fine apex I breath a contented sigh The content that can only come from a completed effort It is well done As I blow the confusion away And the dust settles I perceive my point is as penetrating as perfunctorily possible My pencil sharpener has served it’s purpose!!

Anonymous

This is one I wrote when I was in an abusive relationship. "Monster" Like a deadly gas, it creeps up on me. It comes out of nowhere, no warning signs to see. Then it takes over you, and slams down on me. I can't ignore it, its right in my face. Everything forgotten, and a monster takes its place. Like Dr. Jackal and Mr. Hyde, it comes on strong and doesn't subside. Where can I go, And what can I do? I hate this monster, that seems to love you. How long will it last? It just goes on and on. And if it does leave, how long will it be gone? I ask myself this every day, how long can I keep this monster away? And where can I go? And what can I do? I hate this monster that seems to love you. By Chrissie Laury

Anonymous

Another one about an abusive relationship I was in. To scared to speak, it hurts to breathe. Can't hold back, I start to scream. My world starts shaking, then crumbling in. Ready to give up, I can't do this again. I question myself, my sanity, my life. Giving up everything, and becoming his wife. Selfish and stubborn, Is that what I am? Or sick of his shit, and not giving in. By Chrissie Laury

Anonymous

I can not determine when the damage occurred. When I was broken, emotions disturbed. I struggle to think, or explain when I speak. I try looking back, my eyes start to leak. I'm cold to the touch, like stone in my face. Scar tissue runs deep, childhood misplaced. By Chrissie Laury

Anonymous

Gospelstitch by Buddy Wakefield I pray thanks for the woman’s heels I heard on the way here tonight- they sounded like salt. When I pray I pray thanks for the small things, for flowers and other natural holidays, for my eight-year-old niece flying her kite like an umbilical cord. When I was eight I prayed for a chest of kites. Now I pray for You to open my chest of kites. Lord, let me write, leave me autistic and typing until my windows bust into a thousand silver doves and I know the poem is done. And when the words break too much glass inside me I run when I pray. I run when I pray on trails watching the branches blur to the sun’s Holy Sanskrit. I carry your forests in my heart. Your fields are on my back. I have not fit your ocean into my chest yet but I have fit its sound. Like trees, like lightning, our prayers come from the ground up. My God’s abridged book is a children’s story where the lessons are simple and the smiles lift like first grade watercolors. When I pray I pray in museums. I pray over sweat-stained stages. I pray with vinyl prayer wheels. I pray by reading math, eating pocket-watches to suck the chain back to your chest. You are the men and their saws. You are silence. You are gospels. You are the shoulders of woman whose name I never learned. You are the fire returned back to itself with every burnt book. When we pray our chests peel back like open love letters the size of tide, the way tide sounds when it crashes your tympanum, the way tympanum sounds when it turns the word eardrum into a cymbal. We play percussion when we pray. We sing when we pray. We laugh when we pray. When I pray I move my feet for the goosebump in the heartbeat… And I drop my jaw at fire when it’s flyin’ out my eyes, Lord I plunge my coiling wires in the water till I rise above frogs and pop rocks and boxes of roof tops and the noises I can’t outrun even when I’m running twice the speed of sound already and three times the speed of my blood ’cause everybody’s got voices and everybody’s got some they can’t contain like my need to be redeemed at any time in any place. So you can bring on your boogieman loading his fuss and gunning his fattening desire ’cause we’ve got bees on flowers with honey on hold for those made of gold but wrapped in wires who keep themselves inspired by the way they feel their spines screaming, sparkling gods who gotta live by the way they shine. And this is not a dot-to-dot plot or a battle on your god of the makers of money (odd mockers of the drum) who all peel and staple great gobs of large labels to a god they just wanna slum. No, this is my time and place. This is me saving my saved face. So if my heart starts to radiate bold broken glass, y’all, relax… it always pumps this fast. So get thee behind me blindness and come to me quietly light. Our god loves people like poems, loves poems like prayers, and loves prayers even when they are silent. We pray until our words run out, and Yours linger still.