when a daughter thinks of her dad for Summer & Jordan, Father’s Day
never done before figuring out a style telling the things that are important a lot of knowledge and style in the person that is so deeply appreciated the caring person they know through and through it’s a cool blue twilight at this typewriter on the street when a daughter thinks of her dad
[Eva L. Elasigue / ELE CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]
I was in San Diego when typewriter poet Jeremy Brownlowe and I sat our typewriters next to each other on the sidewalk to type in tandem, and I was the one to handle this request from passersby.
and I know that reality reiterates its entirety eternally with me in it and all the love and pain that some part of me never forgets even as it moves ever onward and must see beauty and must feel everything or just wander lost still as itself regardless as myself reminded again and again forgetting as it suits the tired self is this body just a story? what is the brain, how is the enfolding done and the refolding where is the skin of the all what’s beneath it I know the always in the never I know forever
by Eva L. Elasigue / ele CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons
Cast yourself upon the ground, the forgiving ground, on the softest place I’ll be there with you It is not bad to be lowly atop the sinking, tickling moss eye to eye with tiny bluebells rubbing shoulders with mushrooms There is softness We are not unforgiven This body is good The sun kisses and kisses and kisses The moisture from the light rain turns to steam Picking out a gentle prickle that plucks a chuckle Laying out full length Like me, the moss loves love it is allowed and encouraged The eagle flying under the day moon is also here above the rich breath of trees It’s not yet the season for the dragonfly dance, but there are new buds We can eat them and be fed by this day
by ele / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons
I set up a typewriter table, buddied with artist Aura Lunae at this elegant night of music and art:
Here we are! I sold some zine broadsheets of my new-this-year Cabaret Poem, and my bespoke experiment was titled Soul of the Mask (pose for poetry). People could pose for me their masquerade persona, and I typed them a single poetic line to capture the energy of the moment.
Following, some of the poetry embodied on this night:
I have an idea: you be you, and I can be the ocean. Come to me, get excited to see me Cherish your favorite spots and take good care of them, Love me knowing you can’t keep others from me Pay close attention to my details and get me at the right moment. Bring your friends to see me, party with me day into night Respect me when you want me, like I hold your life Feel me soft, warm, hard, cold, taste me. Get into my depths, feel my movement – add to me your exhilaration, your courage and smooth grace Let me give you glory, make you smile, laugh, scream, and sigh, then surrender to my complete embrace. Sit in awe of my beauty when I’m at peace. Leave me longingly, when you can’t take any more, already thinking about the next time you can do it all again, anew.
[e.l.elasigue / Eva L. Elasigue CC-BY 4.0 Creative Commons]
Tune in closely to hear it amidst the hubbub at the cervecería:
I had the fantastic opportunity to commission a table scroll from Leo Shallat, Seattle-based muralist & gallery painter, and Bones of Starlight hardcover artist. I asked for it to feature my initials, ELE… and he made them rise with illumination from opened pages! I wore it on my table at ACE Comic Con Midwest in Chicago, and it was a nice piece of the background in many cosplayer photos. I’m pleased with this investment over a deluxe roll-out banner. I have tied the scroll to two halves of a beaver cutting that was found on a beach combing day at the lovely place of my habitation, San Juan Island. (I also happen to favor the curved capital E in my penmanship.)