I recorded another small poetry collection called uncollectable, and as of today, it’s available on Bandcamp for $2.50 USD. Give it a listen, if you’d like!
For a while now, I’ve felt like some don’t see me as a person, but rather, a something to be collected and put on display, like prized artwork. I suppose that’s a bit flattering, but if that comes at the cost of my humanity, I’d rather be remembered for being a challenging person who made art sometimes. I am not the art. I am just the artist.
The first few times I recorded the original poems on this teeny collection, I couldn’t get the emotions out right. I wasn’t feeling it. That’s why they’re here, and not on The Story of a Brain.
It just wasn’t working – the first few times, I sounded angry, angsty, too emotionally invested. These poems were written about sensitive subjects for me, as innocuous as they sound.
Then, I started to read them numbly, without any emotional connection at all. If I can read other people’s poems with emotion, I need to be able to do that with my own, even if I have to pretend they were written by someone else. Getting to that point took a while.
I don’t know if there’s a market for these releases, but I don’t care. I made art and I think it turned out okay. If other people like it, that’s great too. I hope you’ll enjoy it at least as much as I enjoyed making it.