Happy Friday y'all!
Last night I attended a poetry reading with my grrl friend Aurora, and left feeling so incredibly inspired. The reading promoted the book launches of Kate Durbin and Melissa Broder, two poetesses currently living in CA and creating incredible works of words. Kate Durbin's "E! Entertainment" examines and brings to life reality TV - everything from the Real Housewives to Playboy bunnies to Kim Kardashian. Her book exudes the sadness, ridiculousness, and lavishness inherent to reality stars' lives, and puts on display the fictions that so often form our reality. Melissa Broder's latest book "Scarecrone" is bursting with intensity. Visceral and deliciously disturbing, these poems explore life, death, and everything in between in a new and strange way. I definitely recommend picking up a copy of both books!
Needless to say, I left the reading glowing with creative energy and spent the next couple of hours brainstorming poetry projects, setting up a photo shoot, and filming a video for today's blog post!
When I lived in Tulsa, I did a couple of poetry readings, but it's been a while since I read any of my own work out loud. So I decided what the heck, and set up a mini-reading in my own apartment. The poem is called "Power Prize," and I've also posted the written version (I always think it's interesting to see the way a poem is written and hear how it's read. I'm still figuring out how to read my work out loud; I don't use a lot of "correct" punctuation and, as you'll see below, I make up words, put spaces in weird spots, and adhere to no rules whatsoever). I've also included the miniature photo-shoot I did last night to accompany the poem.
I hope y'all like it :)
*side note: in the video I mention that I should read my poems to Louie - Louie is my chihuahua, not some random dude that lurks outside my apartment or a figment of my imagination (for some reason I worried people might misinterpret who Louie was…?).
farther they yell and it sounds like father
but it’s okay because everyone likes daddy issues and a pretty facecage
so tipsy tumbaly cheapthrillage frills
pink doesn’t mean lollipoping and vulva looks an awful lot like vulgar
but dressed up filled up pinned and pouffed
it becums a sugarrush jizz
jazz cake cream muff-all the small talk
they make designer vaginas now
ruptured rhinestones queen of the quenching
glitzy glittery gooey everything is always so stickymash
but dirty is the new itgirl the hit-it-hard-get-it-good girl the pantyraid partygirl
so ratchet it up raunchitup
and tie a bow on the smut spot
cause everyone says you’ve made it sweetheart