TONIGHT: Come to the Canoga Park LGBTQ Artwalk (6PM)

Here is where I am calling out all abled allies of Los Angeles: this is your chance. Your chance to put your body where your mouth (er, status update) is. To move away from the computer, away from the phone, away from your wonderfully crafted Facebook posts which condemn gun laws, homophobia, and Islamophobia, and participate in a public demonstration in support of the LGBTQ community. Continue reading TONIGHT: Come to the Canoga Park LGBTQ Artwalk (6PM)

Etsy Typewriter Poetry Poem Available for Purchase: “Couple #1”

“Couple #1” is the first in a series of poems called “The Couple Series.” It was conceived when–following a breakup and other intense life stuff–I somewhat impulsively decided to fly to Hawaii and backpack through the islands. Continue reading Etsy Typewriter Poetry Poem Available for Purchase: “Couple #1”

“As We Peel Back The Layers Of The Artist’s Anticipated Level Of Engagement, We Find Numerous Sources Of Radical, Inclusionary, Destructive Creation Visions Reconstructed In Such A Manner That One Would Have To Lack All Sensation In Order To Dehumanize Such An Authentic Rendition Of Our Given Subjective Realities”

An old one. I can’t remember much about it; a child asked me “what is art?” and I came up with a non-answer in the form of a title and poem.

"As We Peel Back The Layers Of The Artist's Anticipated Level Of Engagement, We Find Numerous Sources Of Radical, Inclusionary, Destructive Creation Visions Constructed In Such A Manner That One Would Have To Lack All Sensation In Order To Dehumanize This Rendition Of Our Given Subjective Realities" typewriter poetry by billimarie

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Mushrooms, Death Suits, and Twitter

A few days ago, I came across an insightful article by Alli Magidsohn (Graves That Save). It investigates sustainable funeral arrangements, as well as the philosophy behind the Sustainable/Green Death Movement.

Alli got a chance to interview Jae Rhim Lee, the creator of the Infinity Burial Project. I stumbled upon Jae’s project several years ago while researching mushrooms. Though I’m not a member of the Decompiculture Society (yet!), I’ve been telling everyone I know about the possibility of my corpse being consumed and detoxified by fungi. In my mind, it’s a fantastic goodbye gift.

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“Untitled” (February 13th 2014)

Last week, I gave away free Valentine’s Day love and admiration poetry at the Mid-City farmer’s market.

A huge thanks to Moisés for giving me an amazing box of onionskin typewriter paper last year for my birthday…this was the first time I’ve used it. Love at first feel. The translucent, texturized, fragile essence made for a perfect poem this Valentine’s Day.

Here’s one of many poems I wrote during downtime.

Untitled: February 13th 2014 by billimarie typewriter poetry

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A Poem For Tiffany the Photographer at the Canoga Park Art Walk

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(Photograph by Erin Stone)

Being among 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.

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Typing along the Santa Monica Promenade

Typewriter Poetry (billimarie) photographs taken by Jeff.
Typewriter Poetry (billimarie) photographs taken by Jeff.

A little while ago, I found the time to do Typewriter Poetry. I was headed to Venice by bus, but got off near the Promenade to refill my water. While walking down an alley, I spotted a mint condition cardboard box. Tore it up, Sharpie’d it down, and ended up settling down near 3rd Street instead.

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