I’m not Jeremiah Walton. I’m not these poems, publications, or a bio. I’m not male, female, nor anywhere in-between. I’m not straight, gay, bi, nor anywhere in-between. I’m not monogamous, not poly, nor anywhere in-between.
I’m nobody. Everything in-between.
& none of that shit. I don’t know what I identify as.
& that’s okay.
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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. 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.'”
That feels like tattooing “love me” across my neck, but even in the act of including this, I’m not fully dedicated to letting go of the identities I’ve structured.
At least that “sign” didn’t include that extensive résumé of zines-you’ve-never-heard-of.
“Write The Poem, Record It, Upload”
Alright. I’ve been outta publishing for a while, & am re-entering w. this experiment.
“Write The Poem, Record It, Upload” is a series 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 them up.
That’s exhausting & self-righteous.
This self-centered experiments grounds my emotional processes physical thru performance. I’m hoping 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, & to trust my own creativity.
I’m pretty awkward w. promoting my writing, so if you dig em, sharing + comments do help these poems’ navigate more visibly in FB’s social 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.