Blackland : deathmarch poetry

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.

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Jan 5, 2015

the march goes on

DEATHMARCH POETRY
oakland, ca
angela simione, january 2015

this image and this text gains potency in these times of brutality. the imperative to keep making this work, to keep making these marks, to always have a big black marker at the ready, grows and grows.

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Jun 23, 2014

2am

DEATHMARCH POETRY
58th street, oakland CA
June 23rd, 2014
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May 31, 2014

under the overpass

deathmarch poetry
oakland CA
angela simione, 2014

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Jan 26, 2014

1am in oakland, california

DEATHMARCH POETRY
angela simione
january 26th, 2014

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Dec 5, 2013

DEATHMARCH

never forget your big black marker at home.

May 24, 2013

then suddenly, a moment. then suddenly, a means.

Because it's Oakland and because I'm feeling a bit poetic and because I just so happened to stumble across an abandoned mattress when I just so happened to have a magnum Sharpie in my bag. Because the world needs more words. Because the world needs more poetry. Because the world needs bravery. Because the world could benefit from the influence of a few more brave, poetic girls. Anddddd because I've been drinking tequila. ;)

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