I’m not Jeremiah Walton. I’m not my poems, my publications, my bio. I’m not male, nor female, nor anywhere in-between. I’m not straight, gay, nor anywhere in-between. I’m not monogamous, not poly, nor anywhere in-between.
I’m nobody, everything in-between, & none of that shit.
Scroll below for documentations of momentary thoughts & poetry :
THE AMOUNT OF ENERGY I SPEND CATERING MYSELF TO BEING A MARKETABLE ASSET IS A MILLSTONE.
THIS IS WHAT I MEAN:
“Jeremiah Walton is wary of bios, but here’s a the current sign he’s flying:
‘Jeremiah is founder of Nostrovia! Press & traveling bookstore Books & Shovels. He’s featured at the NYC Poetry Festival, Oakland Beast Crawl, San Francisco Lit Crawl, Death Rattle, the Kansas City Poetry Throwdown, Cleveland’s Guide to Kulchur: Snoetry, among other lit fests, street corners, & living rooms across the country.'”
That feels like tattooing “love me” across my neck. Even including this feels like I’m not fully dedicated to letting go of the identity I’ve structured.
I’m done talking. Here are the poems:
“Write The Poem, Record & Upload It, Series”
This is an experiment w. re-entering publishing digitally. It’s an exercise to express compassion to the parts of myself I hate. I give you, the hallucinated reader, so much power, that at times, it prevents me from writing, makes me afraid to share, closes me in w. an egotistical giggle of criticisms without the spine to back it up.
& that’s exhausting.
This is a self-centered experiment to explore making emotional processing physical thru performance. I hope that thru recording & uploading videos of unedited poems, operating within that honest & vulnerable spontaneity, that I learn to practice a humility that’s something other than self-loathing.
To let go of needing your validation & trust my creativity.
Sharing + commenting helps w. these poems’ visibility in FB’s machinery.
Receptive, critical, & emotional reactions are appreciated.
& as the focus shifts, more will be dropping via soundcloud.com/jeremiahwalton
I have no idea what I’m doing.