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.

Nov 6, 2011

just drive

i finished reading The Female Eunuch and i think everyone needs to read it or re-read it as the case may be. especially the section LOVE. and especially the section HATE. and then definitely especially the section REVOLUTION. there is a difference, germaine greer states, between Reaction and Revolution which i think is a very important distinction to make. and very important now. very important in our time, all these changes and ideas, all these plans, all these wings on hinges, all these words floating around or being cast across vast distances like arrows. i have arrows in my eyes these days. reading all the time. it's the best thing for me and i feel so glad that words matter as much as they do. i'm so glad that poetry still exists even after all the damage that's been done. i'm glad to know that art and poetry and music can all be made out of anything, even ruins and left-overs.

words make the world. i'm glad to know that language changes, morphs, slides perversely against itself and births itself anew.

it is such a cold morning. and quiet. soon i'll need to get dressed, get myself on the train, and get my ass to work. in a few days i'll be driving down the I-5 to southern california to attend the show at Craftswoman House. there is so much to do between now and then and i'm trying not to think about it, just do it, just get it done, so i can get in the car with a clear heart and DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE. i'm looking forward to the length of the drive, all those hours by myself behind the wheel in the isolated desolate plain of central california. the heat and the wind. the closed rest stops. the horrible cattle farms. but space. endless blue above. the road itself an arrow of purpose. images in my eyes and heart and hands, a song on my tongue. i will listen to music loud. i will pull off the road to write.

(half the time i wish to be incredibly beautiful. the other half of the time, i wish for incredible ugliness. i think after a certain point, everything becomes Amazing and labels like Beautiful and Ugly fall flat but, for now, i am in this land and on this dirt and it is what i am attracted to.)

i am anxious for coffee. let's get some lipstick on this mug and get this show on the road.

4 comments:

Radish King said...

I predict an EPIC journey in all the best ways. Travel mercies upon your sweet self.
love,
Rebecca

angela simione said...

thank you, love. :)

doesn't it sound wonderful to just be out, alone, in the middle of nowhere? is that the space of deep solace you find at the beach? i can't wait to see the straight line of the interstate stretching out in front of me, endless.

<3

Miss Thing said...

angela, hello! i am a friend of kate z's and wound up on your blog, and then realized that i'd seen your incredible sweaters somewhere, and then realized that i think i saw one of them on YOU, at momchilov's art show? it took me a long time to figure that out.

anyhow, hello, and what a small world! and those sweaters are really brilliant, so inspiring. xo

angela simione said...

AHHHHHHHH! totally small world! ha! how wonderful! so glad to bump in to you! did we get to talk at all at matt's show???

and thank you so much for liking the sweaters. i'm trying to get as much wear out of them as i can before instaling them at craftswoman house this week.

definitely keep in touch! i love when the electronic world and the flesh world run in to each other like this! :D and you are a poet, i see!!!