- we are all enslaved -
dear serpent charmer of my heart,
this week i am embracing the tidal way of working -- which is to say, allowing myself to ebb and flow and have tsunami storm weather, if i feel like it. other things I am allowing myself include: long walks in the sun at 10am, tres leches cake, unapologetic consumption of snacks, little naps before sunset, and occasional episodes of The Crown -- like cooling salve lotion on my wildfire heart.
this week I am sharing with you:
- an animation about afghanistan I finished last week (19 hours of work for 1:45 minutes) i worked on it while drunk in love.
- a spoken word piece i wrote TODAY called we are all enslaved
- a rose poem from this morning
(i) do you want anything from afghanistan? | animation
it took me a long time to get this one out but i'm so glad it's done.
"do you want anything from afghanistan, he asks me — my friends are coming back from there soon. and i thought — do i want anything from afghanistan (?) for him, it’s simply that mother/home/land, the home he escaped, left behind. for me it’s a place i only know from radio and television noise of my childhood --"
(ii) love poem for a rose & a jacket | plant poem
sunlight in berlin today on my rose
"drunk in your arms
all my smiles
in sunlight
are for you."
(iii) we are all enslaved | spoken word
i wrote this in part, inspired by conversations with friends, being in love with an afghan refugee, and watching the white tiger
"we, the people of this free, bright world, we grow up and old to walk the well-lit, well-beaten path, we clock in clock out, wear our bodies out to find ourselves, at the end of the road, unsure if we’ve ever truly lived — "
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what else? yesterday and today it was sunny all day and i can barely recognize my spring self. is spring a moment or a season???
xx. kening
thank you from my genie lamp to yours for reading my weekly digest. write me anytime. xx.