My name is Sara. I live in Portland, Oregon.
I'm a poet and a musician. I have a record, THE TALL CALM, coming out June 2014 on Antiquated Future.
I like: non-fiction, poetry, indie rock (whatever that means), quotes by artists I admire about their creative process and their work, talking about my own creative process, public art, talking about what it means to make art as a non-straight non-male artist, trying.
4/26 11:30pm GRRL Front Festival @ Tonic Lounge
"Albums I have engaged with seriously in 2012" is my substitute for a year end best of new music. I’ve listened to a lot of albums obsessively this year, but few of them were released in 2012. I still want to tell you about my obsessions! Tumblr has been an important avenue of discovery for me, and I’d like to pass it on.
Julie Doiron, I Can Wonder What You Did With Your Day
I fell in love with this album last winter. It is an ideal winter album, due to all the weather references in the songs. I love Julie Doiron’s voice. I love the mixture of textures, from sweet little acoustic tunes to sludgier electric guitar songs. I love her lyrics and how careful they are. From Tailor, above—
"If I were a tailor,
I could make you a tie.
If I were a baker,
I might bake those things you like.”
This delights me that she sets up this pattern and immediately subverts it. She’s not going to bake you a pie, even though it is the expected rhyme here.
I broke my hand in a bike accident last week. It doesn’t hurt a lot but it’s annoying. I am writing one handed guitar music. I miss riding my bike. I’m watching Friday Night Lights because I like football and small towns and crying. I had a panic attack in the grocery store. I think I need to quit drinking caffeine (again). I am fine. I have health insurance. I can still work, even though I’m slow at typing. It is humbling. I am aware of how I have taken my body for granted. At a New Years’ party this year I talked to a woman. I told her it was my Saturn Returns year. ”I like to call that your Change or Die year,” she said. I don’t want to die.
1) Last winter, I recorded 30 songs, wrote a chapbook, improvised (with my friend Paul) a 2.5 hour song cycle about Ron Paul running for Queen of Portland in the year 200,0012, read TOO MANY BOOKS to list. I am so excited to be productive.
2) I am in the mood to drink tea again! I love tea!
3) I’m in the mood for chili and stews again! Do you know how delicious and easy those are to make?
4) Shorter days = more motivation to get various errands done before the sun sets. (As opposed to… “oh I’ll do it later, it’ll still be light” and then not doing it.)
5) The rain doesn’t actually prevent you from doing anything (for example, I can still run! I can still bike! No big deal!)
6)… but it is totally an acceptable social excuse for not feeling like doing anything, which is awesome if you are an introvert.
7) Hey did you know I have a (functioning) wood burning fireplace?
I went for a run today to prove to myself that running in the rain is not so bad, and that I can take care of myself even it is gloomy outside. It was not bad at all! It was a sputtery kind of rain that reminded me of running by Lake Michigan, except the sputters came from overhead instead of on the side. I tried to imagine that Lake Michigan and the sky were the same thing.
So … it is National Coming Out Day and you already know I have the gay. While I like that “coming out” can be a self actualizing move, we also need to acknowledge that coming out is a privilege and for some it is not a possibility. I want to work toward a world where there doesn’t need to be a Coming Out Day because not everyone is assumed to be straight and where everyone feels safe disclosing their sexual identity.
“Eugenides’ first response to being asked about whether books by men and women are received differently is to name three women who write well-regarded literary fiction — Zadie Smith, Joyce Carol Oates, and Alice Munro. He’s right, of course, that they’re heavily covered and well-reviewed. But the argument has never been that there are no recognized women writers of literary fiction, so the existence of three isn’t determinative. Both conscious and unconscious bias often don’t lock a door completely as much as make it much harder to open. Those women would exist whether there was bias or not. That’s why you can’t answer a question about racial issues in Hollywood by putting your hands over your ears and yelling “WILL SMITH AND DENZEL WASHINGTON!””