Poeticartifacts

Just a wandering mass of carbon-based energy. looking for some elements to bond with.

Check out my blog for a few minutes and you will realize the things that inspire me most: Women, Cigarettes, Tattoos, spiritual development, and an unabashed cynicism towards hypocrisy. Enjoy.

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  1. kaitrokowski:

    I don’t feel right unless I’ve had enough coffee to take down a WW2 battleship.

    And now we must make a new coffee drink called a Torpedo. It’s like an Americano, except instead of a double shot and hot water, you just drink an 8oz espresso. Maybe with a little sugar cube for extra shrapnel on detonation.

     
     
  2. constantneverland:

namastetoyoutoo:

This is by far my favorite tweet ever.

Preach.

    constantneverland:

    namastetoyoutoo:

    This is by far my favorite tweet ever.

    Preach.

     
     
  3. kaitrokowski:

    radioactive-moth:

    an-instrumental-heart:

    elsilvero:

    radioactive-moth:

    elsilvero:

    I saw 17 white people wearing Native American headdresses as apparel at Bonnaroo and the sad thing is that I expected there to be more.

    What if they were part Native American? What if they were wearing it to show support for Native…

    The Native American headdresses aren’t about “looking pretty”, “handsome”, “cool” or “open-minded and free-spirited”. A Native American headdress is a military honor, and getting one is a huge honor among Native Americans. White people don’t allow other cultures to use white people’s military medals as props and accessories. We don’t allow 14 year old girls to pose with military medals on their sweaters because they’re “fashion”, but we allow the same girls to wear Native American headdresses. A Native American headdress does absolutely not belong on the head of anyone who hasn’t earned it.
    Regardless of whether or not anyone is related to Native Americans, they shouldn’t use a military honor as if it was a fashion statement.

    People dress up in military garb all the time, medals and all. Besides, the meaning of things change over time, some might not even think of it as a military honor anymore.

    There is nobility in people dressing up in uniform to do war reenactments where civilians honor battles, but there is no nobility in wearing the uniform of a culture you do not belong to, at a concert… To look cool.

    When a kid wears a headdress to a music festival and they are not part of that nation, and the event has nothing to do with the culture, you cannot claim that you are being an ally, that is appropriation.

    Said it before, and I’ll say it again…….

    Whenever you hear someone say something along the lines of “Native Americans believed….”, just run away from them. Maybe kick them right before you do. There are 562 tribes federally recognized by the U.S. government. That doesn’t even count the dozens that have been trying to gain and have been denied that status. It also doesn’t include tribes that no longer exist.

    Using the general term of Native Americans when trying to give a particular example of anything is wrong (e.g., beliefs, cosmology, political structure, language, art, religion, customs). It’s the equivalent of saying ‘Asian people think that….’. We know that one is wrong, and would call someone on it. So do the same for Native Americans. 

    p.s. Italians, the English, and Russians have more culture in common with each other than the Yaqui, the Iroquois, and the Kwakiutl do with each other. Take off the headdress (of whose tribe you don’t even know), and read a damn book.

     
     
  4. izzymusic:

Pork belly x @poeticartifacts @bomnid #nyc #pheonix #intangiblecollective #create (at Hop Devil Grill)

    izzymusic:

    Pork belly x @poeticartifacts @bomnid #nyc #pheonix #intangiblecollective #create (at Hop Devil Grill)

     
     
  5. The amazing and lovely Caroline Rothstein, with a video shot in my apartment.

     
     
  6. Balance.

    Relationships are like riding a bike. They require balance. Balance is not something that is natural, or effortless, requiring no attention. When you first learn to ride a bike, you are wobbly, and overcompensating in certain directions trying to find the right spot to keep and even ride. Eventually, you get the hang of it. The bikes natural tendency is not to remain upright, but we can through enough practice, maintain that balance with little work, yet constant attention. You never stop adjusting yourself, or the bike while riding, even though a lot of it is very minor shifts and moves, and many times almost unconscious. 

    This is how healthy relationships work. Only with both sides attempting to consciously (and sometimes intuitively) keep adjusting and balancing. When a relationship has developed where two people really get to understand each other, the balance gets adjusted before it gets out of control, and the adjustments don’t overcompensate for the amount off track it has gone, it’s just right.

    This has to be done continually however. There is never a time where a relationship can just coast by itself and remain upright. Be conscious of yourself and your partner. Keep making adjustments. If you are lucky, your relationship will seem effortless and graceful to those you pass by, and that, well that is part of the beauty of the journey you take together.

     
     
  7. anxiety is terrible, you could be having an attack and no one would even know because it’s an inward thing. it feels like you’re malfunctioning and you can’t process your own thoughts. you get a knot in your stomach and you can’t take a full breath but outwardly you can literally just sit there and look completely normal as long as no one tries to speak to you.

    (Source: patientlights)

     
     
  8. Tumblr, please do something for me.

    Whenever you hear someone say something along the lines of “Native Americans believed….”, just run away from them. Maybe kick them right before you do. There are 562 tribes federally recognized by the U.S. government. That doesn’t even count the dozens that have been trying to gain and have been denied that status. It also doesn’t include tribes that no longer exist.

    Using the general term of Native Americans when trying to give a particular example of anything is wrong (e.g., beliefs, cosmology, political structure, language, art, religion, customs). It’s the equivalent of saying ‘Asian people think that….’. We know that one is wrong, and would call someone on it. So do the same for Native Americans.

     
     
  9. Just got done packing for a week in Chicago. Going to get some much needed loving in with this one!!!

    Just got done packing for a week in Chicago. Going to get some much needed loving in with this one!!!

     
     
  10. giveintocaesar:

waweyn:

She just died like 17 times in that fight

ohdooly
Donnie Yen was one of my favorites… now he is alone in that category.

    giveintocaesar:

    waweyn:

    She just died like 17 times in that fight

    ohdooly

    Donnie Yen was one of my favorites… now he is alone in that category.

    (Source: loboculiao)

     
     
  11. AMAZING

     
     
  12. Books I have read since July 2013

    1. World War Z- Max Brooks
    2. Dance of Dragons- George R.R. Martin
    3. All Men are Mortal- Simone De Beauvoir
    4. The Ginger Man- J.P. Donleavy
    5. Brave New World-  Aldus Huxley
    6. Farenheight 451- Ray Bradbury
    7. The Pearl-  John Steinbeck
    8. 1984- George Orwell
    9. The Sailor Who Fell From Grace From the Sea- Yukio Mishima
    10. Thirst for Love- Yukio Mishima
    11. Wind Up Bird Chronicle-  Haruki Murakami
    12. Parable of the Sower- Octavia Butler
    13. Wicked- Gregory Maguire
    14. Son of a Witch- Gregory Maguire
    15. The Gods Themselves- Issac Asimov
    16. The Martian Chronicles- Ray Bradbury
    17. Nausea- Jean Paul Sartre
    18. The Left hand of Darkness- Ursula K. LeGuin
    19. Crying of lot 49- Thomas Pynchon
    20. Narcissus and Goldmund- Hermann Hesse
    21. Chronicle of a Death Foretold- Gabriel Garcia Marquez
    22. Holidays On Ice- David Sedaris
    23. Classic French Short Stories- Assorted
    24. Neverwhere- Neil Gaiman
    25. Green hills of Earth- Robert Heinlein
    26.Crime and Punishment- Fydor Dostoevsky
    27. Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao- Junot Diaz
    28. Drown- Junot Diaz
    29. White Teeth*- Zadie Smith
    30. A Visit From the Goon Squad- Jennifer Egan
    31. The Worthing Saga- Orson Scott Card

     
     
  13. writing.

    I haven’t wrote in awhile. Forcing myself to sit down now, a half drank cup of coffee and a laptop in front of me, my brain starts to resemble a 4 year old. Distracted, cranky, and unable to just sit and relax and get some things off my chest.

    Not that this is new by any means. Writing, while cathartic and insightful and something I take some modicum of pride in, has always been a struggle. It’s a long haul through sludge, dragging thoughts, ideas, and feelings out of the deeper recesses of my mind to be presented on paper or a screen with at least a slight resemblance to how they felt in the ethereal expanses behind my eyelids. 

     There was a time I tried to explain writers block once. It’s a very strange misnomer for me. Anyone who knows me knows that I am never at a loss for words or ideas. Stories, anecdotes, nuggets of knowledge, long winded analysis, history, jokes, it doesn’t matter…. I can talk for days. Hell, my girlfriend after asking me about my own spiritual/religious beliefs said my answer sounds like a textbook. There were comparisons and anecdotes from numerous religions, as well as an elaboration on some of the basic tenets of existentialism.

    Writing is different for me though. Part of the reason I dropped out of grad school was my inability to sit for hours and write. I had finished all my courses, conducted fieldwork, had my proposal accepted, was even working on the first chapter…… and walked away.

    I’m sure there is some psychology in how the brain works with spoken vs written language and the inherent differences between them. Something maybe I should be researching and following up on shortly. After all, I did read an article recently explaining a theory that dyslexia actually had evolutionary advantages, and it was only since not just the (relatively recent) advent, but the overwhelming dominance of writing as predominant feature of civilization that dyslexia has become problematic.

    Talking is buoyant to me. I feel like I can ride along ideas, surf them, allow the currents to take me places I had never seen before, to elaborate and convey each new crest, each new trough, with clarity and immediacy. It’s no wonder that my thesis was going to be concerned with spoken word poetry, how tone, pitch, cadence, facial expressions, gestures, pauses and the sort greatly accentuate a story.

    With writing, on the other hand, I have finally (at the very least) developed a metaphor that I think is accurate for how it makes me feel. The act of writing is putting on a high pressure diving suit. Dropping into the ocean, sinking into depths where light barely penetrates with only a speargun and weak flashlight. The creatures that reside in the deep sea are like nothing else on earth. Go look some up if you have never seen them. They are built to survive in the intense darkness, cold, and pressure that would destroy any living thing from our surface. After finally succeeding to catch one of these incredible, at times frightening creatures, I begin the slow ascent back to the surface. Anyone who knows oceanography however, knows that what those depths would do to us, the light, warmth, and lack of pressure will do to these deep sea creatures. By the time I reach the surface, they have become bloated, disfigured, and hardly recognizable as the beautiful and and wondrous creatures I encountered at those depths.

    Sometimes I succeed more than others for sure. And I will never stop suiting up for these lonely dives. It’s just that sometimes, I like to hang out and surf with other human, basking in the much older tradition of oral language.

     
     
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    Bamboo MC
    Gossip

    Me introducing a great friend, performing an amazing poem. Gossip- by Bamboo MC

    "If you have no haters, you’re doing something wrong"

     
     
  15. Some of the wonderful photoshoot with my love.