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hi guys.


i don't really know what to say right now. i'm in as much shock as the rest of the world about what's going on right now. 


it started out on friday morning, getting on a train with a baby from essex to london. kat robichaud (who's a fan and a friend and who was a contestant on The Voice) texted me to tell me about christina grimmie. shot dead signing for her fans outside her own show. i probably don't have to tell you how that makes me feel. not terrified. not angry. just so, so, so, so sad. 


as soon as i googled the news to see what was happening in detail, the guy in the back of the train wouldn't wake up. and the train security had to pull him off the train. people thought he was dead. he wasn't; he was just blitzed out, and started yelling at the train security and refusing to get off. it started looking ugly. i carried ash over to the far end of the train, thinking: at least we're not in the states, where this guy would have a far better chance of being armed. it made me sad to think that. 


and then the pulse nightclub. fucking hell. and things in my heart were already on a thread. i just am so sad for my country. not because of the shooting, which is horrible enough. but because of the call to arms. because of the gasoline of fear on the fire. because donald trump is running for president. because people on my facebook feed are arguing about gun control. because it doesn't seem like we're doing a very good job at being people.


the thing keeping me the most stable through a sadness like this is a combination of you guys and the baby, who is so blissfully trusting and hasn't had his innocence grabbed yet. i'm not worried. he'll be fine. we'll all be fine. even if we're not fine, shit happens, and it'll STILL be fine. this i have learned. but still, i'm sad. 


one thing did cheer me up today. two things, actually. the first was making music with edward. we aren't just making music, but we're discussing the state of the world and our hearts each morning, and it's all trickling into the mix, as it should. we're in a perpetual state of art therapy, and for this i feel insanely grateful. i'm not honestly sure how well i'd cope with clocking into my daily job and having to do something that didn't involve blendering my feelings into music. i think i'd be really fucked up. so there's that. that makes me happy. 


the other thing that makes me happy was the interview with one of the largest swedish newspapers i did over skype this evening. it was about an hour, and it was technically about the art of asking being out in swedish translation this week (here it is, if you're looking for, er, a swedish book to read..it's also kind of awesome and notable that the audiobook is read by a man, staffan dopping, which was a really deliberate and bold choice on the part of the swedish publishers....i asked him how the abortion passages went and he was like...we should discuss that on a podcast. so i might do that). anyway...the interview, as they often do, led me down the rabbithole of my past, my self, and explaining why i wrote what i did, and how i feel about it all. and so there i was in imogen heaps living room, crying on the phone with s swedish journalist talking about radical trust and radical trust and the state of things. 


and here i am, just writing you all a note to remind you that i love you. i just love you all so much. please, a personal plea. don't give in to the dark. don't give in to the fear. this too shall pass, it always does.


i kept myself functioning over the weekend by asking people on twitter to post nice things they were seeing people doing. some of them are just beautiful. the people who bought coffees for people who forgot their wallets. the people who were helped by a stranger with a child running into traffic. the people who had their rent covered by a helpful friend. ( there's a ton of them. go read, even if you're not on twitter...https://twitter.com/amandapalmer ....just scroll down and read. it's wonderful. and reminds you that world is not all bad.) 


and this morning i posted this to my facebook:


every time shit like this happens my heart breaks open a little wider and the space that is left also gets filled with resolve. resolve to stay calm and compassionate and centered. unafraid. more loving. more convinced that there is value to stopping a breathing and considering what is necessary to say, and how, and when. to cause no more pain...we have enough. the ingredients that will actually add a drop of hope to the cesspool.


everyone here in london is just like
"what is going ON over there?"
and I'm like
"I don't know. I really don't."


and again, again, over again: all we can do in the immediate face of things like this is slow down. and love.

there's also politics, and elections, and gun policy, and wood to chop and water to carry. but first - the bigger issues, our own faces in the mirror. our resolve. our resolve to love. our resolve to listen. our resolve to breathe, together, as the single human organism we actually are. you can't hear it if you don't slow down.


I love you all a lot.


it's a heavy time for the human heart.


listen.


.........



i'm listening.


if any of you post comments here today/tonight, i'm reading. 


i love you.


x

afp

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Anonymous

Love and hugs xxx

Anonymous

I was at Once over the weekend, and didn't hear anything about the shooting until I was on the way back to Portland. Last night, with Odd Job Ensemble and solo, Jason played his heart out. They did an awesome cover of Purple Rain that you would have loved. And we talked about death and love and dancing anyway.

Anonymous

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Michael Clark

I love you all. :: P.S. Amanda, could you unblock @michaelclarkj on Twitter?

Anonymous

A More Beautiful History... Depreciate the animation of your hatred. There are receptacles all over the place in which you can place it. The display of continuance, of understanding of each other's differences, certainly does not have vacancy for it. The honor of answers tells us of guidance, to a world of pupils fueled from some sides with rage, for the death toll has driven emotions past a tipping precipice of rationale, and so many have journeyed to the summit racing against a pre-designed border that could be placed alongside as friend. We teach too much of division. We except lies like the likelihood of rain on a forecasted today. And questioning turns a rotten ear in the eye mark of society because recalcitrants will be hung for their trespasses, by those in power with fear losing it, but wait a minute to sink into the thought of change, to hearing out what the lecture of the heart just so happens to be, and take the courses laid heavy with hatred, and set them consciously into a designated space in the most pristine area of your memory, and burn them, burn them to remove the scars to be replaced by those that entrance us to move forward, but not with amnesia, those that inspire us toward compassion, yet do not hinder our cloud our view of humanity for the nature we are capable, and for which we have displayed. Allow the fragrance of battle to be a reminder of animosity, but also let the taste of smoke be a sign of peace, that with effort and acknowledgment of potential, we can dance in the sea of discover and torment and savor the taste. Let us taste it all, hesitate not in our decisions to live or to love, nor to enjoy life to our fullest desires or accompaniments. Allow solace to create safe space, as harbor to vessel anticipating an en-longed stay, and allow the adventurer to teach the coward that in the hands of the mighty universe death cannot befall because the instincts drive life in each second, and dull can only be experienced by one hungry for a turtle like pace, to gather up wisdom, to set in a satchel, to be given out freely when it feels right to put the commencement of the journey underway. Let it be seen all of it as a journey, by the all of sight as vital characters to be acted out just right, just as it was written down, practiced, and rehearsed. We prisoners in mind are ever only a thought away from freedom, and us free men are ever only a short distance of counted breaths away from our fears. The pendulum will show you just how close it can get if you choose not to move to a new position, and we have no desire to be wasting away our swings dwelling, unless it is in the comfort of company, near a fire with loved ones talking about those times, once upon a time, when hatred was the socially implied norm to be followed, and then just as we had once failed to love, We shall then laugh at how absurd that had been, and we will look down at our individually scarred skin, that bares no distinction because it was all the same, because we are all the same in the right of passage to the doorway of present. And we'll remember with crisp clarity that are common choice was now love, and that we were fantastically writing a more beautiful history. Yes…

Anonymous

My message to each of you...because we all need a reminder sometime that no one is alone! Not a single one of you is ever alone. I...my heart and spirit...all that I have been, am now, or ever will be...is with each of you, always. <a href="https://youtu.be/k04bjit3svs" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/k04bjit3svs</a>

Anonymous

Thank you.

Anonymous

All the sadness. But also, omfg, AoA been translated to swedish?! I can now force my not so english confident friends to read it?! Great news! Is the interwiev to be found somewhere?

Anonymous

Thank you Amanda. Love to you from PJ and Ash in Austin, and Isabel in Waco. We're resolved to keep doing what is loving.

Anonymous

Yes, yes, and yes. Hope is a moral imperative. And fear is a disease.

Anonymous

Had a big event tonight. Vulnerable and noisy. We must heal the rips in this Universe as only we can. #saferspaces

Anonymous

"This too shall pass", I have it tattooed on my arm.