Jeremiah is wary of bios, but here’s a the current sign they’re flying :
“Jeremiah Walton is founder of Nostrovia! Press & traveling bookstore Books & Shovels. They’ve 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. They loath-themselves, & are struggling to find a healthy extension of the poem that incorporates publishing. Consistently confused, & trying.”
That feels like tattooing “love me” across my neck. I hope you listen / give more power to the poems, for what their worth (thru whatever system of value you feel the need to be using), instead of accolades (regardless of where who’s wearing the medal) that are only memories that be clung to, or let go of.
& if minor lil accolades like those listed above where enough whetstone for my ego to have a smile that was more fang than smile, than, well, I can’t imagine how people can maintain an “authentic” (questionable word-choice…) humility when they’ve “made it.”
Regardless, there’s hypocrisy in this pages existence. In the act of including this, I’ve not fully dedicated to letting go of the identities I’ve structured, & constructs I’ve swaddled my egos in to keep the many faces of that fear-of-letting-go warm with its loneliness in ribs that don’t need to be cages.
I’m hoping that this honesty acknowledges no ones gives a damn, & turns that into a practice of letting go of the control I surrender to always performing for you / them / me / she / he / the projections I insert into that lil box that is your profile picture.
Well, at least that above “sign” didn’t include an extensive resumé of “zines-you’ve-never-heard-of-and-I-edited-my-high-school-paper-and-am-the-best-MFA-you-ever-heard-of.”