When you strip away expectations, rampant consumerism, obligations, forced monotonous duty, and the arms race for resources (red roses for only $50!), Valentine’s Day becomes something truly beautiful. The free exchange of gifting, buying, receiving, giving–all in the name of expressive love–

…What could ever go wrong?

“Os & Is (black and red)” by Betty Bressi. Letter press on paper. (Courtesy of the Staten Island Museum)

A few months ago, Diane Matyas invited me to perform at the Staten Island Museum’s Second Saturday event, Betty’s Typewriter Love Fest. A Staten Island native, Betty Bressi focused on striking colors, minimalistic type, and repetition (among other mediums) to create art. The Typewriter Love Fest was a retrospective tribute to not only the artist herself, but to Valentine’s Day and typewriters, as well.

When Diane reached out to me, I had already quietly decided to discontinue the “Free Poetry” aspect of Typewriter Poetry after several existential breakdowns. Though I was no longer typing “Free Poetry,” I fell in love with Bressi’s work and was inspired to commit to performing at the Staten Island Museum event.

Come Valentine’s Day, I made the trek from Philly to Manhattan early in the morning. I discovered that at the southern-most point of the City, there’s a free ferry you can catch which takes you straight to Staten Island every thirty minutes.

It’s also orange. And it’s giant.

"at the same moment" staten island ferry

(Photo by Billimarie.)

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I was the only person crazy enough to stand outside on the deck for the ride. It was freezing, but I had been missing the sea. (Photo by Billimarie.)

I’m extremely grateful to say I’ve crossed one more item off my bucket list: perform Typewriter Poetry inside a museum. It brings Typewriter Poetry to a complete circle. Now, I am able to put my typewriter to rest with pride and move on to the next adventure.

Typing poetry inside the Staten Island Museum. (Photo by Kathryn Carse for Staten Island Advance)

Typing inside a museum: an installation, and a dream come true. (Photo by Kathryn Carse, Staten Island Advance.)

Inspired by the Staten Island Museum’s varied collection of walled insects, island history,  paintings, sculptures, graphic design, and Bressi’s bold creations, I played around with my typewriter. Kathryn Carse of the Staten Island Advance published a wonderful article focusing on Typewriter Poetry. It’s filled with photography, quotes, and video of the event:

The setting seemed made for Billimarie Robinson. A traveling poet with a pink 1950s Royal typewriter, she need only use her first name. She casually converses, listens, laughs, and writes a poem which she types on onion skin paper. Then zzzzzipppp she rips it out of the typewriter, creases it and carefully tears away the extra paper.


“I love handwriting, but there’s something about the instrumentation of the typewriter … every letter matters, and there’s something beautiful about ink to paper, immediacy, poetry,” she says.

She hands over the finished product which inevitably causes a smile as each person reads and finds a little bit of themselves in a poem.

“It’s just an opportunity for a lighthearted connection between strangers,” says Billimarie.

I am ridiculously humbled to see it from Kathryn’s point of view. I urge you to read the rest of her incredible article here, if you’re curious. All photos in this entry–unless otherwise mentioned–were taken by Kathryn Carse for the Staten Island Advance.

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Ten points if you can spot what’s “wrong” with this picture.

My favorite part of the event was when the insightful and talented artist Florence Barry sketched me while I was unaware. She was kind enough to show me her journal, afterwards. It is a thick and rugged notebook filled to the margins with sketches of all kinds of people, animals, places. She doesn’t have an online presence–“I’m a bit of a luddite,” she claimed in person–but I did get her business card and later discovered this amazing photograph:


Florence Barry.

It was my first time visiting Staten Island. The community surrounding the museum is palpable with artistic cultural intent. Though I wasn’t a “Staten Islander,” everyone was friendly and welcoming. I was honored to be part of the town for even just a day.

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The first Betty Bressi Snapchat? (Photo by Billimarie.)

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Jenny and Robert showed me a Yiddish typewriter they had in storage. (Photo by Billimarie.)

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Mike is the only typewriter repairman on Staten Island.

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Ingrid, myself, and Diane. Ingrid is holding a poem Diane wrote for her daughter, Wisdom.


Before the event; getting the table ready. Recycled props! (Photo by Ingrid Alvarez.)

Flo (Florence Barry)




Florence Barry’s sketch.


(Photo by Diane Matyas.)






in and over
we flow numerous
canvas letters and marks
a ride or a lesson

february 14th 2015





first is the blank slate
time is an essence we refuse
to solidify, letters and
shapes, pica to inch. we
blossom into sounds of
an ethereal nature:

with age
we collect
folding over


A Newly-Wed Couple



sparrow p@rr0t
being of numbers
numerical operations, as they say
he saw she and the colors
just begged to become

becoming becoming, and going their way
we all have the habit
of wishing we could stay

february 14th 2015