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Clementine von Radics


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New poems every Sunday.

chrisleja:

rgbateman:

Nope: A Safe Space Zine
Trigger Warning: Assault, Rape, and Abuse are recurring themes in our arts communities.  The Portland Poetry Slam community came together in April 2014 to make this zine, defining, building, and protecting our safe spaces.  The original zine raised over $500 from supporters nation wide to pay for free distribution of copies.  Click the link for the downloadable PDF (it’s too big to just view, so go ahead, be brave, and download).

Hey, this is really important.

This zine is so good and important, please read it

chrisleja:

rgbateman:

Nope: A Safe Space Zine

Trigger Warning: Assault, Rape, and Abuse are recurring themes in our arts communities.  The Portland Poetry Slam community came together in April 2014 to make this zine, defining, building, and protecting our safe spaces.  The original zine raised over $500 from supporters nation wide to pay for free distribution of copies.  Click the link for the downloadable PDF (it’s too big to just view, so go ahead, be brave, and download).

Hey, this is really important.

This zine is so good and important, please read it

"Under your tee shirt it’s flat as the Midwest and I
want to live there. I’m sick
of cities, of coasts, of oceans
relentlessly nagging the beach. I want the meat
and potatoes of you, want the obvious
choice for big spoon to be you, want to
give up my cocksure swagger and swoon
over yours instead. I want
the senior prom and the picket-fenced
lawn and the American flag
on the back of your truck, want to fuck
like the other half does—want to god-bless
your foreign body, the whole long slim
length of you, the endless
prairie of your chest, the rough
plain of your cheek, your terraced
ribs, the muscled goldrush
thrust of you. Yes: I want the simple
plus-minus of us, the luxurious,
brainless, obvious-us, want to touch
you in public and relish
how nobody stares. Don’t tell me
your fears. Let’s just swap our worst
pick up lines. If I wanted love
I’d go back to Brooklyn, to the woman whose body
is so much like mine. But I want this whole
wild country, idiotically brave, catastrophically
free, and you, cowboy, to come home, home
on the range with me."
Ali Shapiro, “American Dream” (via englishistheartofbullshit)
mediterraneanwoman asked:
Would you come to France to make poem readings, I mean to do what you do when you do tours:)

I have a show in Paris on October 22nd!

Details Here

Last Conversation between Malcom X and his Daughter, Javon Johnson

I think about this poem constantly.

Anonymous asked:
Hey, I know this may be a strange question and I can completely understand why you might decline - but I was wondering if you could try to write a poem about alopecia areata? I have the condition and I'm really struggling with it. I feel like I'm losing everything that makes me attractive or "feminine" and I just feel terrible about myself. I really admire you and love how you write and I'd love for you to maybe be able to capture how I feel in words?

Send me your email?

I don’t know if I’ll want to publish it but I’ll at least write it for you.

Anonymous asked:
Your excessive self-promotion is distasteful. Also, doing "research" for a poem is extremely lame, I wouldn't advertise it.

Aaaah, I forgot that’s what made all great artists great. Not working hard and just wingin’ it. 

ronnierainbowhead asked:
Do you have like a specific process while writing poems?

Lately it’s a lot of note-taking and drafts. I usually talk to my friends about my ideas and ask for their feedback, and sometimes I post questions to social media asking for help from followers for research. It’s definitely a process, I’m not someone who can get a poem finished in twenty minutes.

taylovescoffee asked:
Do you have any poems that are too personal to share? Or that were really hard for you to share with your fans?

Definitely. I write a lot of poems I never publish, and there are poems I feel vulnerable posting.

I think a large part of the reason I write is I have a very hard time articulating my thoughts and feelings to other people in conversation. Writing gives me a chance sit with my experiences and express them when I’m ready. It’s a vulnerable thing to share them, but maybe a necessary kind of vulnerable.