May 2012
5 posts
I give up.
No anchor, no earth, no gravity.
You win.
praise jesus? if i grew up in this guy's church i... →
INTANGIBLE GRAND SLAM IS THURSDAY
please please please come see the biggest show of the year for my baby, the Intangible Slam. This thursday the eight highest scoring poets from 2012 duke it out for a chance to rep the logo (thats on my arm) at the 2012 National Poetry Slam in Charlotte NC. We would love to see you there.
nothing to see here!
every poet i have ever coached has written a poem i could never have mustered the talent or strength to write. i am consistently humbled by the young people i have been given the gift to work with. and that is precisely how it should be.
April 2012
18 posts
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Four years ago, I was in a brutal primary battle with Hillary Clinton. Four...
– My President.
El Silvero: 9/30: Questions for Aubrey Graham →
elsilvero:
after HYFR
Did Lil’ Wayne ask why don’t believe in Jesus? Did Birdman make fun of your kippah again? Did DJ Khalid leave you off his last collaboration because he was recording on Friday night and though you’d be observing that Jew shit? Did Young Money make you count their singles again…
yo that video is ridiculous.
plagiarizing poetry is a bad thing. also a bad thing: name-calling, shaming, and attacking a teenaged girl on youtube. stupid, unacceptable behavior is not corrected by more of the same. lets be sane about how we police ourselves. private, personal pleas for integrity are more effective than abject bullying.
going away for a bit
love to you all.
stop. please.
and every morning from here on shall begin:
sleep in, make love, eat eggs.
March 2012
12 posts
AND AS IF YOU FORGOT... →
i released a novel this year. please support independent artists. namely, THIS independent artist.
love to you all.
Indiefeed! →
my eighth indiefeed episode is up today, and nothing before or after will be more creepy!
TANZLER!
ENJOY!
Since everyone is asking what happened at wowps...
i saw some staggeringly good poems. met some new friends. hid in a hotel room and rehearsed most of the day, didnt attend any psi afterparties, stuck by the side of the people who love me, did some editing, voted in a crazy good EC, and kept my head down. zero bad things happened. it was a fun week. and thats the story of what happened at wowps.
if anyone tells you/insinuates otherwise, they are...
My Brother Gives Me Dating Advice
theslyspy:
And to paraphrase: I need to stop making indirect apologies in the form of poetry.
for Kait Rokowski →
spencerretelle:
one of my favorite poems written by one of my favorite poets written about another one of my favorite poets. my life is too layered. i should write about it.
brianomnidillon:
My friend Kait is the type of person who shows up on your fucking stoop at 3am. Smokes your weed, sleeps on your couch. Then misses the goddamn bus out in the morning.
My friend Kait is the type of...
TEAM HOLMBO
lillehammer that ass.
what does it feel like?
it feels like a bone is out of place in my back. and moving the wrong way will be the end of me. so i move very carefully. never in the wrong direction
February 2012
38 posts
My Set From The Beltway Feature Last November. →
I am a dead man. A shell game between flesh and the divine. My body, once a happy home. Is an urn. A storefront of worthless antiques. My body is a corpse. Envious of the soul racing between it’s bars. The hasty milk of you, seeping into the night like the innocent man convicted of someone elses sins.
The things of yours I still own
1) the left leg of the stuffed rabbit doll you were raised beside. After the sheets, my winter clothes, The moving boxes, it is the only thing I have which two years later still smells like you
2) your high school ID. Everyday I check to be sure it fits face to face with my drivers license. This is how I get to be close to you
3) a photograph of you flashing a camera your breasts in a bar...
If you can see this pt 2
I just saw Lucy.
swinters:
brianomnidillon:
swinters:
Anyone who tries to say that they don’t feel at least the tiniest twinge of sadness that no one will be gifting them chocolates and champagne (and then fucking them) today is a liar.
one day, this woman will bear my children.
Would now be the right time to tell you I don’t ever want to have kids?
one day, this woman will write songs about all the...
swinters:
Anyone who tries to say that they don’t feel at least the tiniest twinge of sadness that no one will be gifting them chocolates and champagne (and then fucking them) today is a liar.
one day, this woman will bear my children.