Silverware.
Silverware continues on in our absence, every silent meal made musical by the light clink, the piercing scrape, the pounding clatter. If I cannot hold you at least I can hold the fork that once fed your life, stoked your fire. At least I can clean the knife you waved, angry at the way we turned from the fading light of your eyes to explore the curvature of our spoons, as if their permanence could save us. Once this knife is clean, so too will the stains lift from my conscience.
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Sunday, November 25, 2018
To Fill A Gap
It has been over a year since I have posted anything to this blog.
I have nothing to say,
but I feel a need to remember what it is like to write words and hit
Send to all.
I have nothing to say,
but I feel a need to remember what it is like to write words and hit
Send to all.
Thursday, July 27, 2017
Too hot? Get nekkid.
Arriving to my hometown of Bowling Green, KY was like opening a door that leads to a dusty old closet stuffed with all the childhood belongings you never sorted through and haven't thought of in ten years. Only instead of dust clouding the air, it is a thick, wet humidity that wraps you in sticky heat. Cue panic.
Now that I'm here, I can feel that it has been awhile. The air no longer feels like home and I had to use my GPS. Oddly, I still remember the exact location of every waffle house in town.
The feeling isn't so much unnerving... just unsettling and in a couple days I will resettle, as I always do when I enter a new space. But that's just it--it feels like settling a new frontier. In a way, I'm glad for such a feeling, as it means I have allowed myself to grow apart, grow out, and indicates that my headspace hasn't been used up thinking of the past.
I need a nap.
To update folks who wish to know about this seemingly interesting life I lead (seemingly=key):
I unexpectedly spent the summer out west, getting my feet wet with cob in Montana and enjoying a love affair in Colorado near the soothing Yampa river. July was filled with coffee mornings and starry nights, learning how to shoot guns, blundering about with saws and drills, and quiet evenings reading while watching the sun set over the grand MT mountains. Oh, and I entered my mid twenties. (?!)
I am so very grateful for all I was able to experience this summer thus far, and despite a somewhat treacherous drive from my home in WA to my home in BG (near-accidents and downpours at night, midnight cicada-covered tent set-ups in newly swampy air), I am glad to be here, too, ready to hug the friends I haven't seen in too long and, especially, indulge in Judy's Castle.
I would like to leave you with recommendations for some inputs for ya brains:
2 Dope Queens
https://www.wnyc.org/shows/dopequeens
Genre: comedy, woke-shit podcast
The hosts, Phoebe Robinson and Jessica Williams are absolutely stellar. They aim to make people the stars of their own stories and provide a platform to promote primarily comedians of color, women and LGBTQIA performers. I spent eight hours listening in the car and snorted so hard my nose ring almost came out. GIVE A LISTEN! I especially recommend "Who is Jeff Tweedy" because Naomi Ekperigin is amazing.
Invisibilia
http://www.npr.org/podcasts/510307/invisibilia
Genre: informative, investigative, story-centered podcast
"Invisibilia (Latin for invisible things) is about the invisible forces that control human behavior – ideas, beliefs, assumptions and emotions. Co-hosted by Lulu Miller, Hanna Rosin and Alix Spiegel, Invisibilia interweaves narrative storytelling with scientific research that will ultimately make you see your own life differently." I especially recommend "The Culture Inside" and "Reality Part One."
Dreams of My Father
Genre: autobiography, enrapturing book
Written by Obama when he was still a junior senator, the story illuminates his own personal struggle with his identity and his journey to find and nurture his roots. Relatable for everyone who seeks belonging and may be especially informative to folks who aren't familiar with our racially divided world (i.e. those who don't see color).
Damn.
Genre: rap album
I shouldn't have to recommend this to anyone because y'all should have already listened to it at least 10 times through. But in case you haven't, it is Kendrick Lamar's 2017 album. Carve out some time to lay down and listen. Don't multitask! Just fucking listen.
Shout out to my dope-ass friends for your recommendations. I wouldn't be cool without you.
59 days until I meet my group in Guwahati, India. Oh shiiiiiiit.
Now that I'm here, I can feel that it has been awhile. The air no longer feels like home and I had to use my GPS. Oddly, I still remember the exact location of every waffle house in town.
The feeling isn't so much unnerving... just unsettling and in a couple days I will resettle, as I always do when I enter a new space. But that's just it--it feels like settling a new frontier. In a way, I'm glad for such a feeling, as it means I have allowed myself to grow apart, grow out, and indicates that my headspace hasn't been used up thinking of the past.
I need a nap.
To update folks who wish to know about this seemingly interesting life I lead (seemingly=key):
I unexpectedly spent the summer out west, getting my feet wet with cob in Montana and enjoying a love affair in Colorado near the soothing Yampa river. July was filled with coffee mornings and starry nights, learning how to shoot guns, blundering about with saws and drills, and quiet evenings reading while watching the sun set over the grand MT mountains. Oh, and I entered my mid twenties. (?!)
I am so very grateful for all I was able to experience this summer thus far, and despite a somewhat treacherous drive from my home in WA to my home in BG (near-accidents and downpours at night, midnight cicada-covered tent set-ups in newly swampy air), I am glad to be here, too, ready to hug the friends I haven't seen in too long and, especially, indulge in Judy's Castle.
I would like to leave you with recommendations for some inputs for ya brains:
2 Dope Queens
https://www.wnyc.org/shows/dopequeens
Genre: comedy, woke-shit podcast
The hosts, Phoebe Robinson and Jessica Williams are absolutely stellar. They aim to make people the stars of their own stories and provide a platform to promote primarily comedians of color, women and LGBTQIA performers. I spent eight hours listening in the car and snorted so hard my nose ring almost came out. GIVE A LISTEN! I especially recommend "Who is Jeff Tweedy" because Naomi Ekperigin is amazing.
Invisibilia
http://www.npr.org/podcasts/510307/invisibilia
Genre: informative, investigative, story-centered podcast
"Invisibilia (Latin for invisible things) is about the invisible forces that control human behavior – ideas, beliefs, assumptions and emotions. Co-hosted by Lulu Miller, Hanna Rosin and Alix Spiegel, Invisibilia interweaves narrative storytelling with scientific research that will ultimately make you see your own life differently." I especially recommend "The Culture Inside" and "Reality Part One."
Dreams of My Father
Genre: autobiography, enrapturing book
Written by Obama when he was still a junior senator, the story illuminates his own personal struggle with his identity and his journey to find and nurture his roots. Relatable for everyone who seeks belonging and may be especially informative to folks who aren't familiar with our racially divided world (i.e. those who don't see color).
Damn.
Genre: rap album
I shouldn't have to recommend this to anyone because y'all should have already listened to it at least 10 times through. But in case you haven't, it is Kendrick Lamar's 2017 album. Carve out some time to lay down and listen. Don't multitask! Just fucking listen.
Shout out to my dope-ass friends for your recommendations. I wouldn't be cool without you.
59 days until I meet my group in Guwahati, India. Oh shiiiiiiit.
Monday, May 29, 2017
Thoughts Roused by the Light of Spring
Feet press into the soft body of the Earth. A lake of smooth mud has now turned to mountains for the ants and the spiders and the tiny microorganisms you always forget exist. For the unicellular, you have unknowingly changed the landscape of their life. Cool air sinks into the well mark of your big toe, a heel-shaped pond forms nearby.
If you get stuck in the stars and find fear in the truth of your insignificance, sink to the Earth and remember no single truth can ever be true.
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Love me as the tide does the land.
Tickle me, gently, imperceptibly,
persistently;
until suddenly I realize:
I am engulfed.
My perspective now lies below the surface
as I look to the sky through distilled, watery light.
It is a different world, being surrounded by your expanse.
It is a world in which I once thought I could not breathe
and yet....
I lay here alone, now, sun on my skin,
land once again.
The tides have turned. You have retreated,
as gently, imperceptibly,
as persistently as you came.
If you get stuck in the stars and find fear in the truth of your insignificance, sink to the Earth and remember no single truth can ever be true.
------------
Love me as the tide does the land.
Tickle me, gently, imperceptibly,
persistently;
until suddenly I realize:
I am engulfed.
My perspective now lies below the surface
as I look to the sky through distilled, watery light.
It is a different world, being surrounded by your expanse.
It is a world in which I once thought I could not breathe
and yet....
I lay here alone, now, sun on my skin,
land once again.
The tides have turned. You have retreated,
as gently, imperceptibly,
as persistently as you came.
"You are Kelly Zenn! You'll be fine."
5/29/17, 1:54 pm, I compiled:
"I don't want to live." We laugh, mouths full of sugar–filling time, filling a hole. Or trying anyway.
"It does feel fruitless sometimes."
"That is why we just have to keep going."
"In the wise words of Paul Kalanithi, 'I can't go on, I will go on.'"
We sigh. The sun hasn't emerged from the clouds yet, obstructing our ability to feel grateful. But still we know the world is at our fingertips, nothing to frown for. We frown harder and then we laugh. The sun peeks through.
"I forgot what a broken heart feels like."
"Physically painful?"
A breeze enters through the window, caressing my face softly. I cringe.
"Fuck yes."
"How many women have begged you to stay?
... don't answer that."
"I found underwear. What a day!"
"Why do we fuck with this shit?"
"We're bored. Boys, heroin, hobbies: all one in the same."
Sometimes it is better to have never loved at all rather than to have loved and lost. It is all circumstantial. Cliches are not whole truths.
"Embrace the pain. Surrender. Release."
Daggers.
"I know you're intense. I felt that from the beginning. I'm sorry it doesn't always work out for you."
"I wish I could be more empathetic to how my actions affect you."
"I don't want to affect you."
"I don't care."
"Whatever."
"I don't have time for you."
"I thought I knew you pretty well."
"Thank you. It has been an honor."
You are not weightless. You move me, I let you move me. I sought you out. I got lost, lost in your sweet nothings since September.
At least there is a goal to reach for. Vegan cherry pie. Someday.
"I don't want to live." We laugh, mouths full of sugar–filling time, filling a hole. Or trying anyway.
"It does feel fruitless sometimes."
"That is why we just have to keep going."
"In the wise words of Paul Kalanithi, 'I can't go on, I will go on.'"
We sigh. The sun hasn't emerged from the clouds yet, obstructing our ability to feel grateful. But still we know the world is at our fingertips, nothing to frown for. We frown harder and then we laugh. The sun peeks through.
"I forgot what a broken heart feels like."
"Physically painful?"
A breeze enters through the window, caressing my face softly. I cringe.
"Fuck yes."
"How many women have begged you to stay?
... don't answer that."
"I found underwear. What a day!"
"Why do we fuck with this shit?"
"We're bored. Boys, heroin, hobbies: all one in the same."
Sometimes it is better to have never loved at all rather than to have loved and lost. It is all circumstantial. Cliches are not whole truths.
"Embrace the pain. Surrender. Release."
Daggers.
"I know you're intense. I felt that from the beginning. I'm sorry it doesn't always work out for you."
"I wish I could be more empathetic to how my actions affect you."
"I don't want to affect you."
"I don't care."
"Whatever."
"I don't have time for you."
"I thought I knew you pretty well."
"Thank you. It has been an honor."
You are not weightless. You move me, I let you move me. I sought you out. I got lost, lost in your sweet nothings since September.
At least there is a goal to reach for. Vegan cherry pie. Someday.
Saturday, February 11, 2017
Sharing.
"If poets do what they are supposed to do, which is tell the truth in some fundamental and comprehensible way, then their work is ultimately important, especially at a time like this, when language is being used to perpetuate political lies." David Budbill, during an interview with The Sun writer, Diana McCall, in June 2003.
What We Need
By: David Budbill
The Emperor,
his bullies
and henchman,
terrorize the world
every day
which is why
every day
we need
a little poem
of kindness,
a small song
of peace,
a brief moment
of joy.
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By Kelly Zenn:
Do not cease the smiles.
Let your head hang low,
as you must.
But when eyes glaze,
exhausted,
strained,
we become blind to our neighbors–
those you fight for, with...
against.
You are not your cause.
They are.
So,
keep your eyes open.
Listen and
do not cease the smiles.
Smiles, without the flash and speedy upload,
are not yet commodified.
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"The greatest test of courage on the earth is to bear defeat without losing heart." –Robert Ingersoll
"What is certain is that it is sheer madness... when the economy of consumption is absorbing the economy of production, and the exploitation of labour power is submerged by the exploitation of everyday creativity. The same energy is torn from the worker in his hours of work and in his hours of leisure to drive the turbines of power...." –Raoul Vaneigem
"Never despair! but, if you do, / Work on in your despair." –Henry Tyrell
"Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world." –Joseph Campbell
What We Need
By: David Budbill
The Emperor,
his bullies
and henchman,
terrorize the world
every day
which is why
every day
we need
a little poem
of kindness,
a small song
of peace,
a brief moment
of joy.
-------------------
By Kelly Zenn:
Do not cease the smiles.
Let your head hang low,
as you must.
But when eyes glaze,
exhausted,
strained,
we become blind to our neighbors–
those you fight for, with...
against.
You are not your cause.
They are.
So,
keep your eyes open.
Listen and
do not cease the smiles.
Smiles, without the flash and speedy upload,
are not yet commodified.
---------------------
"The greatest test of courage on the earth is to bear defeat without losing heart." –Robert Ingersoll
"What is certain is that it is sheer madness... when the economy of consumption is absorbing the economy of production, and the exploitation of labour power is submerged by the exploitation of everyday creativity. The same energy is torn from the worker in his hours of work and in his hours of leisure to drive the turbines of power...." –Raoul Vaneigem
"Never despair! but, if you do, / Work on in your despair." –Henry Tyrell
"Participate joyfully in the sorrows of the world." –Joseph Campbell
Thursday, February 2, 2017
Dire Silence
Where have all the words gone?
Where once they did tickle the tip of the tongue, there is silence.
I feel bereft.
Where once they did tickle the tip of the tongue, there is silence.
I feel bereft.
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