these texts are an archive of my life in the San Francisco Bay Area from march 2007 - march 2015. it stands as a record of close to a decade of my life, charting the struggles i faced as an artist, daughter, and lover. messy and chaotic at times, eloquent and poetic at others, these texts are an index i am proud of. it was here in this electric box that i learned how to be honest about my experiences and the person i needed to become. it was here that i first learned the truism that words make the world and how to trust such a beautiful, rife, hard fact.

thank you for meeting me here in such tall grass.


my artist website is here.

Feb 4, 2010

try

it is not delirium, it is "deep play".

whirl myself, spin. and i become a dervish. and in that play i come to know something sweet about my own core.

4 comments:

Radish King said...

Ahhh.
<3


wv: hydcal

For fevers!

angela simione said...

:)

fevers! hahahaha!

but i am starting to think i have the swine flu. no fun.

Elisabeth said...

So I was wrong, not delirium, not hallucination, but play. Long may it last then.

angela simione said...

well, for the sake of honesty, i will say you are half right. ;) the combination of a thick and powerful flu with all sorts of art and poems and essays and hot politics was definitely a recipe for a state of strange elation. ha! but the play is deep and good and forward moving. rolling around like a dog in the grass.