There is an intricate dance I think most of us miss out on. That is the art of delayed gratification–or, in this specific case, letter writing and snail mail.
Yesterday, a wonderful present arrived for me. I wasn’t expecting it, and that certainly added to the initial gasp-shock-love-dream-daze sensation. It’s a sensation I usually associate with making intense eye-contact with a brave, vivid personality. In the haze of it all, my mind struggled to catch up and rearrange the circumstances.
An epiphany: I had received my letter from Remi.
Optimism has been a philosophy that keeps me going when logic just won’t cut it. For all of its pros, looking on the bright side certainly comes with a few cons. For instance, I have decided that I will actively strive not to delude myself with extreme idealism, as I am growing weary of crashing head-first into that solid shape we sometimes refer to as reality.
Artisanal LA is this weekend. Don’t ask me why, but I thought it’d be a swell idea to contribute 1,500 poems for the event gift bags. That’s right. 1,500 original poems. Via typewriter.
There’s one experiment I’ve been wanting to try for a while. It comes from being a fan of collaboration, as well as having a deep love of the internet.
Typewriter Poetry has always been a “we” project. In getting back to that, I’m asking anyone who reads this to help create a typewritten Internet Poem–or, as I’m
singing saying in my head, #TyPoInPo (Typewriter Poetry Internet Poem!).
How to participate, you ask? All you have to do is create a single line of poetry and upload it to the internet.
Here’s my contribution. #TyPoInPo
Spontaneous gift giving is something I do a lot while traveling. Besides poetry, I’ll also gift books, clothes, and jewelry to new friends I’ve made.
I also receive a variety of gifts. I’ve referenced intangible gifts in the past, the ineffable something people have offered me after we’ve created a poem. I don’t really talk about the physical gifts I’ve been given–with the exception of other poems created for me.
Being amongst other Valley folk is inspirational, especially if you’re at the Canoga Park Art Walk.
No longer held in alleys, we’ve taken over the streets. Artists, vendors, food trucks, and musicians alike are neatly gathered along Owensmouth and Sherman Way as day parts into night. It gives the art walk a festive, open feel rather than a claustrophobic clutter of foot traffic.
It’s good to be home.
I’ve been gone for a month, giving away poems while traveling up California and Oregon with Tyler. With our backpacks, we took to hitchhiking, busing, walking, walking, and of course, more walking.
…Did I mention I brought along my typewriter?
This past Saturday, I typed free poetry while riding the Metro Gold Line.
Last week, I got a chance to meet up with The Little Black Coffee Cup. We only knew each other through Twitter, thanks to our mutual philosophy–”substance over stuff,” as she aptly says. We connected over delicious gourmet coffee, then explored the artsy streets of Culver City.
I recently acquired my first smart phone. I am enjoying Instagram quite a bit. There are quite a few Typewriter Poetry related images! If anyone out there would like to share a Typewriter Poetry poem on Instagram, please feel free to tag me at @typewriterpoetry or simply use #typewriterpoet, #typewriterpoetry, and/or #freepoetry.
Here are some additional Instagram pictures:
While wandering in Oregon, the Newer York contacted me about appearing at their annual Literary Carnival. I got back home to Los Angeles just in time last Friday for the event.
The carnival itself is a theatrical book release for an experimental literary journal. The show was full of performance, readings, social experiments, short films, and curiously quirky delights for the senses.