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.

Mar 17, 2010


the graphite scratches and slides.
i put on a new pot of coffee.
i prop the drawing back on my lap.
i press down hard with the pencil.
my legs fall asleep.
the paper is scarred.
the paper is scarred as i am scarred.
i read.
i read, i realize that so much has been kept at bay.
so much kept behind the wall of a smile.
so much fear of embarrassment.
too early was i sneered at and sneered at for crying.
too early i learned that "you are ugly when you cry".
i read and i write and i realize.
the graphite slides.

fuck the eraser.


Radish King said...

you are ugly when you cry

I want to write about this but I can't. Women cry when they are angry or happy or sad or emotional. I think it's power. I used to be afraid of all that water but now I think of it as a side product of power. Like steam from a steam engine. I felt this the paper is scarred and read it as this paper is large which is how I feel lately when I draw like the paper is too big for me like it gets slippery and slides away like something liquid. You give me inspire.

fuck the eraser indeed.

angela simione said...

like steam from a steam engine. i'm going to hold on to that because it is wonderful and i love it and need it. thank you for that.

sliding away like liquid is how poetry is for me much of the time. i'm so glad i have you to learn from and talk with about it. you inspire ME!

bullshit eraser.