There’s what’s unknown.
There’s what’s online.
If a tree falls and it isn’t on Wikipedia
then did the tree really fall ?
In late December I resigned myself to spend only
an hour a week on the internet.
Checking email was a habit
which made me a sad animal
I am an addict:
It is when I need it the most
that I can’t seem to suck more love out of the computer.
Halfway through February I was still doing quite well
reading those books on the shelves
catching up with the world.
And then I started sneaking a peek again
once a day sometimes, and three times a day last week.
A lot of people looking for love,
for positive reinforcement online
I can’t deal anymore
with my loved ones’ exhibitionism
and with my own.
There are more pressing matters
projects to finish
and a real life to get on with.
Production must replace
the promotion of the self.
Let’s see where that takes us
— Geneviève Castrée, April 20th 2014.
Je ne suis pas capable de jeter les crayons feutres que j’ai depuis que j’ai dix ans, même s’ils sont tous super usés.
I find myself unable to throw away the felt pens I’ve had since I was ten, even if they are all pretty worn out.
Q: What often proves to be difficult for you during the creative journey?
A: Getting started. Making the transition from the world of washing dishes and sweeping the floor and chopping wood and making meals to sitting down and entering a fictional world via a blank sheet of paper. I will do almost anything to avoid getting to work. And then, when the work starts going well, I don’t want to leave the world I have invented for myself.
—-2011 Interview with Susan Musgrave by Greta Aart (Fiona Sze-Lorrain) for Cerise Press.
Ô PAON se prépare à aller jouer dans les villes, deux fois plus forte qu’avant (on l’espère) avec des nouvelles chansons. /
Ô PAON is getting ready to go play in the cities, twice as loud as before (hopefully) with new songs.
Tuesday, April 15th 2014 - with THOU and some others at BLACK LODGE Seattle, WA.
Wednesday, April 16th 2014 - with THOU and some others at SLABTOWN, Portland, OR.
There is a small strip mall.
A Starbucks, a Sprint, a Papa Murphy’s, a Taco Bell/KFC
a teriyaki restaurant and a frozen yogurt place.
As I wait to cross the street cars speed past me, rudely
take a sharp turn into the Starbucks or the KFC drive-thru.
It’s usually a lone driver, no passengers.
It causes me great sorrow.