All I know is I actually get paid more than ever in my life, and I’m still somehow feeling tight as fuck, and actually cutting a bunch of shit out of my life. How is that possible? It makes no sense. But all the media sources I see and hear, even pop culture music and movies and shit, is just cruising along like all is normal. Them commercialized emails definitely ain’t slowing down from the place I bought a pair of flannel pajamas from once like 5 years ago. In fact, as I struggled with how much it was costing to fill my hybrid sedan gas tank yesterday, with the gas credit card getting close to maxed out, I had the commercial coming out the gas pump, which I instinctively muted, only to realize another commercials was beaming over a radio even higher in the air. Plus the normal billboards and store signs both permanent and temporary, and man, we sure built a fuckin’ clusterfuck of commercialization to navigate. Imagine if all that was gone, how serene the scenery would be, even like pumping gas across the four-lane from a strip mall. I don’t know what America was supposed to do in terms of human civilization, but it sure feels like we fucked up our chance pretty badly. Like, you can’t even reform this shit at this point.
Tuesday, October 6
SONG OF THE DAY: I Need Some Money (kudzu'd)
All I know is I actually get paid more than ever in my life, and I’m still somehow feeling tight as fuck, and actually cutting a bunch of shit out of my life. How is that possible? It makes no sense. But all the media sources I see and hear, even pop culture music and movies and shit, is just cruising along like all is normal. Them commercialized emails definitely ain’t slowing down from the place I bought a pair of flannel pajamas from once like 5 years ago. In fact, as I struggled with how much it was costing to fill my hybrid sedan gas tank yesterday, with the gas credit card getting close to maxed out, I had the commercial coming out the gas pump, which I instinctively muted, only to realize another commercials was beaming over a radio even higher in the air. Plus the normal billboards and store signs both permanent and temporary, and man, we sure built a fuckin’ clusterfuck of commercialization to navigate. Imagine if all that was gone, how serene the scenery would be, even like pumping gas across the four-lane from a strip mall. I don’t know what America was supposed to do in terms of human civilization, but it sure feels like we fucked up our chance pretty badly. Like, you can’t even reform this shit at this point.
B4RR1C4D1NG S3LF W1TH1N...
Monday, October 5
SONG OF THE DAY: I'm Coming Out (kudzu'd)
G1V3N 4N 1NDVSTR14L...
Sunday, October 4
SONG OF THE DAY: Something (kudzu'd)
C0P13S 0F 4 C0PY 0F...
Saturday, October 3
3MPTY 4BVND4NC3 T34S3S...
Friday, October 2
N3V3R L0S3 S1GHT TH4T TH1S W0RLD...
Thursday, October 1
D1G1T4L VT0P14S...
Wednesday, September 30
Postcard Haiku Blowout!!!
I have slashed prices on the postcard poems by mail I offer on my site, and changed the wording to haiku, until the end of the year.
There are 5 postcard styles available:
- vintage motel postcards
- vintage Native American themed postcards
- vintage railroading postcards
- Greetings from Greater Appalachia postcards
- Welcome to Southern Gothicc Futurism postcards
There are also 3 amounts you can get:
- single haiku postcard (for $5)
- 5 haiku postcards (for $23)
- 10 haiku postcards (for $40)
The multi-packs, you can send to one address over time, multiple addresses, or whatever. If sending to someone else, I'll also give you the option of receiving an email picture of what I send before I send it.
I am doing this for a number of reasons. Here are those reasons:
#1: MOST FOLKS MAY NOT REALIZE I DO THIS – because I am a horrible marketer by nature. I attempt half-heartedly at times to point people to my online shop, but both those words “online” and “shop” are two things I do not necessarily have an abundance of love for. So it is like getting psychically double dropkicked by a reality I’d prefer to ignore.
#2: PHYSICAL MAIL IS SOOOO REFRESHING – Look, we are deep into the digital age, to where we no longer get fun mail for the most part. But now we don’t even get fun electronic mail. Our joy has been minimized little by little, as efficiently as possible, without any obvious moments where we had the chance to say, “No, please don’t make it this way.” So this is a small chance to get (or give) physical mail, with no purpose other than to hopefully create a little joy in life.
#3: SURVIVING CAPITALISM – I could use extra money from a part-time job, so I read the advice to dress for the job you’d like. As I sat on the back porch naked, I realized I could write haiku on postcards pretty easily in that chair.
#4: SPREADING WORD ART – We all need more art in our lives. As they try to turn everything into a business investment, it is very important we counter that thinking with things that serve no business interest whatsoever. None of the greatest things about life are business investments. Business has nothing to do with the things we love most, usually (if we are healthy-minded human beings). So hopefully I make a cheap option for you to send something to your friends who you love. (I will include a “compliments of [your name]” on the postcard as well, if you choose.)
#5: PRACTICING RELEASE OF OWNERSHIP – I am pretty good about letting writing go. But I also try at times to share a lot of it. I’m going to practice these as a one and done, not copied down by me anywhere, send out to the world freely version of writing haiku. Surviving capitalism, and hopes of future business successes, tends to cause even us creative type people to archive or track everything we do. This is not a healthy practice on our part (though I fully recognize the economic need it is built upon). So I hope to scribble out haiku, and mail them out, and never think about them again.
I will also half-heartedly make social media posts about this. But please feel free to forward this post, or the shop link to postcard poems, or help let all the weird literary freaks that still exist out there in this world in great abundance, that this exists.
