Originally Posted: December 29th, 2014Updated: January 4th, 2020Etsy Poetry Today, I opened an Etsy store inspired by Typewriter Poetry. It’s called hello eira. You can read more about it on the hello eira about page. Today is also my brother’s birthday–happy birthday!
Originally Posted: December 11th, 2014Updated: January 4th, 2020With all the chaos transpiring around me, I completely forgot about #TyPoInPo! Last year, I asked a few of you to contribute to an experimental, collaborative internet poem I was compiling. We got a ton of great one-liners, which I arranged with my typewriter into a final poem …
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Captivated by conversation, tapas and wine, attendees were enthralled by the night. In a literary wonderland reflected through timeless glass, everyone bubbled. Princeton Library celebrations were led by live classical music, auctions, vendors, food, dancing, and free poetry. I’m honored Typewriter Poetry played a small role in the enchantment, even if it was for one night (and one night, only).
Sometimes all it takes is connecting with the right person to help you chart a course away from negativity and alienation. It wasn’t until Mona heard the dings and clacks of my typewriter that my outlook was, thankfully, altered.
Here is “The Process.” Here are dreams, here is art, here is expression. Throw that body into the thralls of inspiration. Yes, it has led you down an unproductive path. Yes, it will abandon you to a space without answers. But tonight you are shaman and you shake like the stars. Your mind is my mind’s final frontier.
The first question people usually ask me after we’ve been talking for a while is “where are you from?”
“I’m from LA,” I always say, though now that I’m in Louisiana I wonder if I should be abbreviating it as “L.A.” in my head.
Whether it’s my clothing, demeanor, accent, or the fact that I use “dude” more than the average person should, everyone always nods their head in immediate understanding when I declare I am from California.
Don’t ask me why, but I thought it’d be a swell idea to contribute 1,500 poems for this Saturday’s event gift bags. That’s right. 1,500 tiny, original poems. Via typewriter.
We’re creating the first Internet Poem. It will be finalized via typewriter. Join us! (Write a single line of poetry on the spot. Put it on the internet. I’ll pick the best lines and use my typewriter to piece together the first #TyPoInPo.)
This man criticized my new friend for not paying me with money for a poem. I asked, “who are you to judge another person’s investment?” He repeated that line over and over again, as if singing a song. “Who are you?” he demanded in a deep melodic voice, emphasis changing each time. “Who are you?” He scared my friend away, then unkindly demanded I create a poem about my question.
Last week, I got a chance to meet up with Ashley (creator of 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.
Rain falling on chicken wire covered trees reminds me of Christmas lights strung along each branch on the boulevard.
Originally Posted: April 10th, 2012Updated: January 4th, 2015Today I was typing here at a coffee shop in Haleiwa, HI. John took a few of these pictures as I typed a poem for him.
As I was digging through my files, I found this little orphaned poem. I think the prompt was about “snowy owls.”
It was very nice of Rebecca-Jayne, owner of the blog Detrimentally Disgruntled, to recommend Typewriter Poetry for a Versatile Blogger Award. And Antonio, owner of the art blog Scratch & Color, nominated me for the Liebster Award. Thanks to both of you!
In tune with the tradition, here are seven reveals about me personally, as well as a few other blogs I’d like to nominate.
