Oh my gosh, Sophie, thank you so much. I felt this huge whoosh of amnesty to read your message here, like maybe my months of absence might not end up being the end of the world, and that there's hope! I love you and hope you're enjoying summertime and becoming ever-more grounded and at home xxx
You are giving words to that grief so eloquently ... I feel like being in community is a partial antedote to a lot of this stuff but only ever partial - in you can 'joke' about how fucked daily manifestations of ableism or colonialism are with good friends or whatever but only if you set your expectations so low in the first place, and only as itself an attempt to keep each other keeping on
Wow, this is such a great way to describe the lonely lining of gallows humour. It works so well - until it doesn't! Until you've exchanged your direst system-induced vulnerabilities for a laugh! Eyes crinkled with mirth - or would that be constricted with peril! Ahahaha, splat. No but seriously, I so get what you mean, camaraderie is always a knife's edge of shared power/impotence. I guess making space to feel the reality of the humiliations and privations can stoke our anger and fire? Fire for the dignity that is everyone's birthright! Thanks for giving me this prompt and helping me keep on keeping on x
Yeah, all of *that* messiness 100%. I've just started a spoken word workshop being run by and for disability community here which feels like as we get to know each other will be a good example of all the above and hopefully some release of channeling the fire into poetry and sharing it ... fingers crossed. Sending you solidar'ity.
Oh wow this sounds cool! And doing it with and through others sounds really grounding. Worth it for the audience of peers alone, like a home place for expression, and worth it for any words that travel beyond the group to either nourish or reorientate others. Where is your workshop group based, in Aotearoa? Such cruel austerity going on, needing all the fire of poetry, and all the best other-than-verbal protests and movements for an Indigenous-led place!
Sarah thank you so much 🧡🧡🧡 I've been thinking of you and hoping for all good developments with you. Picking up the pieces after/during a depressive episode is so haphazard. Maybe I could start with a voice note!
I whole heartedly enjoyed reading all of this. You convey so powerfully how hair is always the betrayer of secrets, how it always gives us away. I relate so much too with these quiet feelings of despair and anxiousness helplessly watching the genocide play out whilst so many alleged proponents of democracy and human rights facilitate it. Some world events are formative in that they force us to see the truth about the callousness of human nature and the world we live in and for me, this has been one of them. People come to be defined by what they don't say as much as the things they do say... I don't think there's ever a way of accepting or making sense of such things, we can only self soothe with loved ones and the things we love. ♥️
So grateful for this and so many other thought-jolts, tragic and comic, that your book allowed me as a reader. I kept shaking my head asking HOW DID SHE FIT SO MUCH SHEER LIFE in here! What a generative mind-palace your writing makes!
Love you, Han. You gave words to that depression/suspension so beautifully 🖤
Oh my gosh, Sophie, thank you so much. I felt this huge whoosh of amnesty to read your message here, like maybe my months of absence might not end up being the end of the world, and that there's hope! I love you and hope you're enjoying summertime and becoming ever-more grounded and at home xxx
Your writing keeps things very real, I am immensely grateful for it.
Thanks so very much, I'm really so grateful for your affirming presence here over the years!
Sending love to you 🤍 beautiful words, as always
Thank you so much for stopping by, I'm so glad to be connected here!
You are giving words to that grief so eloquently ... I feel like being in community is a partial antedote to a lot of this stuff but only ever partial - in you can 'joke' about how fucked daily manifestations of ableism or colonialism are with good friends or whatever but only if you set your expectations so low in the first place, and only as itself an attempt to keep each other keeping on
Wow, this is such a great way to describe the lonely lining of gallows humour. It works so well - until it doesn't! Until you've exchanged your direst system-induced vulnerabilities for a laugh! Eyes crinkled with mirth - or would that be constricted with peril! Ahahaha, splat. No but seriously, I so get what you mean, camaraderie is always a knife's edge of shared power/impotence. I guess making space to feel the reality of the humiliations and privations can stoke our anger and fire? Fire for the dignity that is everyone's birthright! Thanks for giving me this prompt and helping me keep on keeping on x
Yeah, all of *that* messiness 100%. I've just started a spoken word workshop being run by and for disability community here which feels like as we get to know each other will be a good example of all the above and hopefully some release of channeling the fire into poetry and sharing it ... fingers crossed. Sending you solidar'ity.
Oh wow this sounds cool! And doing it with and through others sounds really grounding. Worth it for the audience of peers alone, like a home place for expression, and worth it for any words that travel beyond the group to either nourish or reorientate others. Where is your workshop group based, in Aotearoa? Such cruel austerity going on, needing all the fire of poetry, and all the best other-than-verbal protests and movements for an Indigenous-led place!
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Sarah thank you so much 🧡🧡🧡 I've been thinking of you and hoping for all good developments with you. Picking up the pieces after/during a depressive episode is so haphazard. Maybe I could start with a voice note!
Hearing you ,Hannah.
Thank you for being here, dear Alan
I feel you
Thank you for your note, Rosie, big weary sigh of safety to feel that you feel me
Yeees I am also working on a piece about hte Regulatory standards Bill currently speaking of resistance 🙄 the poetry workshop is where I'm based in Tāmaki Makaurau hosted by the D*List https://thedlist.co.nz/about/spoken-word-poetry-workshops/#:~:text=These%20workshops%20are%20an%20opportunity,public%20speaking%2C%20poetry%20and%20writing.
I whole heartedly enjoyed reading all of this. You convey so powerfully how hair is always the betrayer of secrets, how it always gives us away. I relate so much too with these quiet feelings of despair and anxiousness helplessly watching the genocide play out whilst so many alleged proponents of democracy and human rights facilitate it. Some world events are formative in that they force us to see the truth about the callousness of human nature and the world we live in and for me, this has been one of them. People come to be defined by what they don't say as much as the things they do say... I don't think there's ever a way of accepting or making sense of such things, we can only self soothe with loved ones and the things we love. ♥️
So eloquent as always dear one x
Thank you, Rachel! Lots of love to you and yours 💜
P.s. saw a very cool cameo in Ngā Ao E Rua - Two Worlds !!
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So grateful for this and so many other thought-jolts, tragic and comic, that your book allowed me as a reader. I kept shaking my head asking HOW DID SHE FIT SO MUCH SHEER LIFE in here! What a generative mind-palace your writing makes!
🥲 thank you so much