Another project I'm involved in is an anthology of poetry by Staten Island-based writers called Trails Through the Greenbelt . Check out our website and our MySpace for the latest updates!
If no one out there understands
Start your own revolution and cut out the middleman
--Billy Bragg, "Waiting for the Great Leap Forwards"
There's only one way of life
And that's your own.
--Levellers, "One Way"
Sum me up in some words? existentialist, genderqueer eco-anarcho-feminist. crunchy earth mama. (as with all things relating to the earth, expect natural disasters.) eats shoots and leaves. reads poetry/spoken word at open mikes and sings Tracy "Everything's *FINE*!!!" Bonham too often at karaoke. prone to the occasional fit of sadness, but overcomes. survivor. loves quiet, but needs music in the car. hugs a lot. cries just enough. understands that everything is political. critical but caring. listens. feels. cares. laughs. lives. loves. respects. kinda naive. very stubborn. socially awkward at times. kinda spacey. very geeky. self-deprecating. neurotically self-aware. strives for change. strives for peace. strives to understand. will kick ass, if necessary.
I'm a card-carrying riot nrrd. Ask me about Mersenne primes or how to count up to 1023 on 10 fingers. I'm outspokenly political and tend to go on rants. I'm unapologetically feminist, pro-choice, pro-gay rights, and anti-war, and nobody's arguments have ever been able to persuade me otherwise. I make soaps, bath products, and jewelry. I make music and poetry. I've been told that I'm a hippie without the drugs and rampant promiscuity.
I've been blessed with some of the most awesome, intelligent, caring, kind, and crazy bunches of friends the Goddess ever created. I love them all so much my heart aches with joy (and bumblebees....how'd they get there???) I have the ability to fall asleep anywhere.
I make an okay living without selling out to corporate Amerika.
...Ohhh...you meant, what kind of music I listen to and what kind of clothing my friends wear?
Nobody's that simple.
I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than I've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore
I dreamed I saw a tree full of angels, up on Primrose Hill
And I flew with them over the Great Wen till I had seen my fill
Of such poverty and misery sure to tear my soul apart
I've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heart
I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than I've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore
The angels asked me how I felt about all I'd seen and heard
That they spoke to me, a pagan, gave me cause to doubt their word
But they laughed and said: "I doesn't matter if you'll help us in our art
You've got a socialism of the heart, you've got a socialism of the heart"
I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than I've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore
Their faces shone and they were gone and I was left alone
I walked these ancient empire streets till I came tearful to my home
And when I woke next morning, I vowed to play my part
I've got a socialism of the heart, I've got a socialism of the heart
I'm going upfield, way up on the hillside
I'm going higher than I've ever been before
That's where you'll find me, over the horizon
Wading in the river, reaching for that other shore
--Billy Bragg, "Upfield"