September 30, 2014

Anonymous said: Hey Eileen, This is Mike. Long time no talk. Did you ever get my message containing my Gmail address? Message me so we can talk about the book store. Thanks.

Hand to God I thought you abandoned me Mike lol. Nope I never got the message. Resend your address please. Thanks!

September 30, 2014

beau sia is sharing his love poems he wrote when he was much younger, this one from 1992 when he was 17 or so. It makes me hopeful that I can write some good poetry if this is how he started (which was on the baddish side though there are some glimmering lines). I love the paragraph he wrote about his process context:

"The poems section isn’t intended to reveal the secret genius I’ve kept from you for decades. It isn’t to show the arc of my legacy in superior volume. It isn’t living under the assumption that because I wrote it, you should bow before my awesome. I imagine that there will be many poems in this section that you will not love. My fragile ego is worried that there will be many that you don’t even like. Fuck my fragile ego. I want to show every beginning writer that regardless how their work is judged now, that it can grow beyond their critics’ expectations. I want to post all of the writing I had to do in order to understand my voice. I want the audience to experience how many shitty poems it may take to get there. How many lines of fear are jotted before freedom. How many presentations must be exhausted before tasting the truth. How through all of the failures of self & writing in the process, that the core is always present, waiting to be unleashed. The poems in this section need to be bad to prove history. They need to be redundant to show how we keep returning to the scene of the crime until we can grasp the scope of the situation. They need to break all pre-conceived public ideas of me as a poet, if I’m to grow into the poet I look up to in my dreams. The poems section is not about preference or value comparison. It is a glimpse into the narrative often lost in the product of art. It is a realm where the 17yr old & the 38yr old are equal. It is the space where the poems are waiting for you to explore depths beyond how well they’re written.”

Here he writes about the poem and his recitation. Definitely going to read and watch more videos when I get home (just finished #3). It’s so damn comforting to see how crappy he was at first compared to the amazingness he is now. Write on.

September 29, 2014
Starting October 1st

I’m going on social media hiatus until either: 1.) I find a job 2.) it’s 2015. No facebook, no twitter, no tumblr, no instagram. I won’t even let myself check any of the homepages/ dashboards (though I will check on various blogs, I’m not that good haha). Wordpress will remain since I’m taking a class with my account and I should update my own site. I’ll probably get one of my siblings to change my password so I won’t get tempted. I’ll still get email notifications about messages and submissions but I can’t answer any anonymous ones unless you leave an email address, sorry.

The FOMO, the mindless scrolling, endless liking, my unhealthy and heavy attachment to affirmation and validation, the relentless urge to post… it has become too much. Probably has for awhile. And yeezus, I’m even overthinking this status.

I spend too much time on the internet and not enough time with “real” life. Overdue library books, procrastinating critiques and creative writing, unfinished projects, not enough sleep… this is not the me I want to be. Time to rectify.

See you space cowboy

eileen

September 29, 2014
things I will not buy until I have another job:

  • kickstarter campaign goodies
  • magazine subscriptions
  • books *
  • monster buster game coins
  • your bullshit **

*EXCEPT for the filipino books I’ve been eyeing at strand books. Those will be my final purchase.

**actually put that under the HELL NAWH list. It’s empty.

September 29, 2014

atop-the-treetop:

sizvideos:

Video

This is one of those ideas where some person was like “Hehe, this might  be silly.” And then struck fucking gold.

(via jennysung)

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