Settler words&music, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming in 2020, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
14% of songs posted or preposted for a full year of mayhem.
Meatball sauce is resting overnight in the fridge.
Two loads of laundry done today, and the Time Team was a trip to Montana to digga digga bone (Fossil Fever reference), and I got a letter from Ontie Mary, and I practiced although not too hard, and I have to laugh still because I need to change my strings more often, it does actually impact my ability to make the most out of the Gelis and Niccolo song.
Please check out the life and work of @LionessElise on twitter, Elise Matthesen IRL, LionessElise on Etsy, and here’s her Wikipedia article.
I love her jewellery, and gave some to Tammy this past year.
She is a longtime advocate of bisexual rights and she’s supremely witty and humane and competent, like a Dunnett character or somesuch. Just awesome. When I was a budding anarchist in Toronto, Catherine used to recount her exploits and I’d listen with fascinated wonder.
Call out the word, see what it brings to mind. Some think of butterflies, and others think of guns. I would ask you to think about what freedom means to a child or a robber or an artist or a convent full of nuns. Chorus Freedom, you’re the most expensive thing. Against the weight of you, I must measure everything. Freedom, you’re the most expensive thing. You don’t just put your money down once, you keep on paying. V2 All along a boulevard of facts and fractal dreams, she’s a cynic, and she doesn’t hear the screams. All along a shoreline of corruption and debris, he’s a realist, and he knows what to see. Chorus All the little things that get magnified, pick your side, try to pretend the canyon isn’t really very wide. The poets have their message but it’s all couched in a lie, that we’ll overcome our differences, all we have to do is try. Chorus. My life makes its demands, the kids fall down and cry, friends arrive and food gets cooked and someday I will die. Freedom be my lover like a person not a thought, and anger me, and make me laugh, and make me life with doubt. Chorus.
This was one of John’s favourite songs of mine.
sure feels different in 2021
I miss him so bad right now. So bad. Love you man.