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.

Sep 19, 2012

these kinds of questions:

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the eager atrocity. a rancid hand jerking my tongue like a leash.  i fixate on my face in the mirror.  i think of my mother.  the image of her big curls. was i really once someone's daughter?  the hands that slapped my dirty face.  the dirt found in my crevices.  the crevice where i hid my diary.  the pages they violated.  the pages they mocked.  was i ever really anyone's daughter?  where is my father?  he hates me like he hates my mother.  my dead.  my dusty womb.  she blows away, out from the belly of the clock where she is kept.  the horrible tick of minutes vibrating through her ash.  the rhythm of my own eventuality clicking in the chalky grey of her remains.  what of me?  what of these lists?  what of the hairs i leave accidentally in your rug?  in my absence, they are there to cling to your elbow and catch on your cheek.  a cobweb.  in those moments, i know you will not love me.  my dead parts wrapping around your wrists.  my dead parts collecting in the bottom of your pockets.  the bottom of your drain.  was i really ever anybody's daughter?  anyone's beloved scroll of pink? 



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4 comments:

Radish King said...

You are my beloved. And this is all amazing and I'm so glad NY energized you with all its electricity and light. I'm saving up you know for your work> I have not forgot it's just slow going from here. I love you Angela. Your art all of it makes my place a better world.
Rebecca

angela simione said...

god, i needed to hear something like this today. thank you, dear friend. :)

NY definitely energized me but the core of me feels shaky ever since coming home.

i love you, rebecca. your art makes my world a better place as well. TRISM is here next to my bed. <3

xoxoxo

yolanda said...

thank you both!!
love!!

angela simione said...

yolanda!

(((BIG HUG)))

xoxo

angela