THE HOUSE OF ZABKA

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except from my novella in progress THE NEW VISION. Inspired by William Burroughs, Jack Kerouac, Eileen Myles, Feminism, psychedelic revolutions, Utah and Mormonism and attempt to find new meaning after leaving Mormon church and going out in desert for visions.

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It had lately been a problem that poems didn’t make money, you couldn’t sell them, so what were they worth… . When I was younger I watched [poetry] become money and that saved me. It became my work. Now I was just standing in the day. Had I ever considered what this was worth. Just standing in the goods. If the words I plucked out of standing here were incomplete then probably they were not “it.” And maybe this was. The thing was existence itself.
Eileen Myles, from Inferno (A Poet’s Novel)

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The word “art” is something the West has never understood. Art is supposed to be a part of a community. Like, scholars are supposed to be a part of a community… Art is to decorate people’s houses, their skin, their clothes, to make them expand their minds, and it’s supposed to be right in the community, where they can have it when they want it… It’s supposed to be as essential as a grocery store… that’s the only way art can function naturally.
Amiri Baraka (via iloverainandcoffee)

(Source: westindians, via howitzerliterarysociety)