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Callie Helen

new FLORIDA poems, as I enter AUSTIN

About Me

poet, artist, & projectmaker.



I play in the spaces between poetry, art, craft and performance. I've entered Austin, where the sun's heat makes motions slow, colors brighter.

Our world is a changed place, and getting warmer. I'm stepping up to cease making excess objects. Instead, using what I have and know to solve the small scale problems around me. That is what I can do most. Words, poems, videos, performances, are aesthetic vehicles for messages. I'd like to extend feeling to you. I'd like to feel you too.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 1/26/2007
Band Website: calliehelen.com
Band Members:

Callie Helen Thompson


Kelli T Bonugget
Charlie "The Rocket" Underpants
Callen Allen
Influences:

poetry loves & literary or performance hero/ines:



celena glenn, anna sian, marvin bell, saul williams, jeffrey mcdaniel, christian drake, patricia smith, rachel mckibbens, cristin o'keefe aptowicz, shappy, charles wright, gary snyder, eileen myles, sharon olds, rita dove, michael mcclure, cody clevidence, warren longmire, obi obillo, kenny muigai.
Sounds Like:

Performed poetry rooted in the heart of North Florida, honed by Dartmouth, energized by SoulScribes, awakened at the Bowery Poetry Club and altered by time spent in Vermont, NYC, and now AUSTIN-town.


Type of Label: None

My Blog

Hunting November

Hunting NovemberPoppas match daughters and sons As winter's begun in earnest, People become earnest representations of their country selves.Their camo does not camouflage them next to grocery shelves....
Posted by Callie Helen on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:55:00 PST

Addressing Our Lack of Winter

Addressing Our Lack of WinterNo, I do not brush my eyes upwardat the slightest edge of sun, seeking heat. I do nothug the curve of snow along black sidewalkon the way home. I have no need for boots or...
Posted by Callie Helen on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:47:00 PST

Santa Fe Swamp Fire

Santa Fe Swamp FireWildfires burn five miles away,move closer as each day arrives.Smoke walls us into the forest.Trees dim in the distance.Driving a hazard, breathing too.18,000 acres once parched lan...
Posted by Callie Helen on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:58:00 PST