12/4. This poem 'what you were waiting for' by Aria Aber, fully propelled me into the sense memory of the one winter I lived in Europe for a couple of months, barely out of school and so skinny in the cold, eating chocolate on old steps and curious and cloyingly heartbroken about everything
11/4 - grateful for the perfect childhood role model - helga pataki. don't know if kid's cartoons are still so nuanced and filled with irascible and extreme girls but I feel like no? anyway ---- move it, football head!
i've got a new poem out at Cordite mag that smashes together Mary Oliver's famous poem 'Wild Geese' with the experience of playing 'Untitled Goose Game'.... i feel like it might tickle some ppl here.
full poem at the link (honk! honk!):
http://cordite.org.au/poetry/liminal/untitled-wild-geese-game/
Untitled Wild Geese Game
[sorry Mary Oliver] [sorry House House] you do not have to be good (you are horrible) you do not have to walk on your knees (you have no knees) (your feet are webbed) for a hundred miles, through t…
putting together a syllabus and was reminded of this meme i used once to explain the mechanics of absurdist comedy. i still love it.
I've been in Perth too long.
i haven't done much of an intro yet, i'm pretty terrible at them! so umm based in australia atm - i'm a writer, comedian & performer working across screenwriting, theatre, digital space. i like thinking and talking about art and tech & shitposting my way through societal collapse. u may have seen me on tv or most ppl on twitter/the internet probably know me as the introvert video girl (exhibit A).
does it get any more cursed than doing a dall-e in an airport food court at 4 am
