RECORDING AN EXORCISM
EXPELLING SELF-LOATHING FROM WHAT’S BEEN CONSIDERED HUMILITY
This is the poem that kicked off the “Write The Poem, Upload, Record” series—an exercise in humility & using social media publishing to shed shame, be vulnerable, & learn compassion for the parts of myself I hate.
To unlearn humility as self-loathing & learn it as an active silence, receptive dialogue.
Reactions & red ink are welcome, though that’s not the point of these scribbles & scrapes. You can read up on the series, & its intent, at the FB album used to compile the poems.
Also, add me as a ‘friend’ (whatever that means to you), or click ‘follow’ to keep up w. the posts! This site, while it’ll be regularly updated, is more like a fishing net to bring people in to the community that’s forming over there.
I’m also throwing updates on the series & travels thru @RuntRaccoon on IG
I’m awkward w. that self-promotion shit, so thank ya for bearing thru w. me. Let’s dig into the weird-side back-stage shots of this confused head-space bumbling around the country ❤
Tucson Greyhound, AZ, US, 1.22.18
“WRITE THE POEM, RECORD, UPLOAD,”
The “Write The Poem, Record, Upload” series is posted + archived in a FB photo-album. You can add me as a ‘friend‘ (whatever that means to you), or click ‘follow‘ (whatever that means to you) to keep up.
If you’re not down w. FB, another option is to view the series’s on-site “Table of Contents,”
Much gratitude to the folks that have helped me get this far ❤