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i was going to write a long long post on the train to new york city but...see below. 

stairway to heaven

stairway to nowhere. 

as i write this, i’m crying. i went to drop off ash at nursery school and got his beautifully written end—of-year report from his teachers. they praised his uniqueness and talked about how blessed they all felt to hang out with him and how much they all learned from each other. 


then i got into the car to drive to the train to new york city and listened to NPR and the eyewitness reports from the border, where our country is holding children in nauseating conditions: children are sleeping on cold concrete floors, denied showers and basic sanitation. teenage mothers cannot wash bottles for their babies. 

according to the doctors and lawyers who just reported from the border, two-thirds of the children are sick. one lawyer said that the conditions resembled torture. i cried for almost the entire drive. this staircase is at the end of the drive, before the train. 

this staircase to heaven. 

this staircase that looks like it goes to nowhere. 

those children. their minds, their hearts. who does and does not care for whom and who gets stuck on the stairway. the weight of mundane poetry is sometimes heavier than heaven, heavier than anything. 

five minutes after writing the text above, in the train station parking lot, i found out that there had been. a “fatality“ (ie, usually suicide) on the track to the north. the train is indefinitely delayed. 

but i have a car. 

i can drive. 

i am out of here. 


on every fucking level

i know how fortunate i am. 

i know. 


i love you all.

feel free to share your thoughts and feels and whatevers in the comments. 

longer post....later. 


x

a

p.s. here is the news show i was listening to. only listen if you’re ready to hear some horrible things.   

https://www.wbur.org/onpoint/2019/06/25/texas-border-control-facilities-migrant-children


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Anonymous

The problem with stairs to heaven is they work both ways.

Anonymous

We do what we can. I wish I had the means to bail some of them out. Something tangible to do. Then we can hold each other.

Anonymous

❤️❤️❤️

Sallita Morales

Word on the streets is that these kids and women are being taken AWAY from slavery, sex trafficking and paedophile situations. They are coming from terrible conditions and are being given santuary. Time will tell...

Anonymous

I remember when I was a kid during the Vietnam war. Families all over the country would sponsor Vietnamese refugees and help them get settled into new homes and communities. Our little community took in several families and helped them. They became friends of the family and it was like a cultural exchange. We cooked for each other, shared stories, and helped them heal. They then became successful and integral members of the community.

Anna McCotter

I was listening to it too. Even tho It's It's late but I'm glad that we're finally sending sufficient funds that will help. I love you. And I'm proud of Ash.

Anonymous

Amanda,

Anonymous

I wonder what MEXICO is like

Anonymous

I mean: It is cruel what the US does and did to the Children. But what must MEXICO be like????????????

Anonymous

I've been thinking about this a lot lately. I've been lucky enough to be born to a very supportive, though not financially well-off, family in a country that is somewhat free (freeish), in an "acceptable" skin color, just before college education started getting outrageously expensive. I have two AAs, one BA (Sociology), and one MA (English Lit). I have no student loan debt. I married a man who works in the tech sector. His parents are very successful, successful enough that I can't mention what they do here because their jobs are easily searchable. We're not in the 99%, but we're up there. (A few nights ago he mentioned buying a weekend house in the Hudson Valley and I was like... that seems excessive and a weird use of money.) We have no debt. At all. I see a therapist weekly, because I can now, and I think it's a good idea. I see doctors often, because I finally have good health insurance (through him). He supports the both of us while I work on my book--and even if I got a job, what I would make would be a fraction of his income and just seems... silly. I asked him over the weekend, while we were BBQing on our private rooftop deck (again, excess), when he thought all the political things that are going on would directly impact our lives in a noticeable way. He told me they probably never would, because society is fucked and us having money protects us from all the shit other people go through. When we moved to NYC (he grew up here, we met in LA), I felt very alone. The people I knew here were his friends, not mine. I had all this free time (aside from my book stuff). I wanted to do something with it, help someone. So I tried to volunteer. I applied at the library to tutor students. I applied to Planned Parenthood, to their upper-level program. I never heard back. I applied to the NYCLU. No response. I researched volunteer organizations in the city, but the things they were hiring for were flyering, were standing in public spaces with brochures. Now I get mass emails from NYCLU telling me to show up at protests, but I have a fear of crowds and it's too much for me. I have NPO experience. I've managed hundreds of volunteers. I've run multiple four-day long events for 65K people, overseen 500 staff. I've designed marketing campaigns, written email copy, managed HR information for hundreds of people. I've overseen management seminars. I have six years of experience separate from my NPO and event work designing efficiency systems for logistics companies. And I see the things like you've posted in this blog, like you post in other blogs, and it kills me because things feel so fucked right now and I JUST WANT TO HELP in ways that other people generally can't. I have the time. I have the experience. I have the knowledge. I have the support network. I don't need to get paid. I feel helpless. I want to help. I can help. I wish someone would let me help.

Andrew Miller

I volunteer lots, I've never had to apply to do it, I just turn up to where help is needed and help. I helped get a youth project off the ground in an area where the kids have very little, we feed them when they come to our clubs, organise respite, lead activities. Of course, i needed to have the appropriate background checks done but beyond that, I've never found a needy cause that turns volunteers away.

Anonymous

our government has kidnapped these children. This is a human rights violation. I give to the ACLU. I don’t know what else to do. 😞

Anonymous

I’m flinging to UCSD to see how I can help. I’m scared and tired. I just want to find my kid and secure my records.