Category: ‘blahg’

luka is busy

April 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

Yesterday when I was reading the Australian Financial Review to look at companies to invest in (I chose to throw more cash at Cannatrek, because I support medicinal marijuana), I was surprised to see a financial paper mention a poet.

I emailed the poet, some cat named Luka, and asked if he wanted to collab. This clearly isn’t a clout chase, I’m independent, successful and presently enthralled with my artistic portfolio.

I’m 41 years old after all, a completely proud artist.

Anyways, I didn’t have anything in mind. I saw some of Luka’s work which, to be frank, didn’t really speak to me. He’s a spoken work poet with quite a political crunch.

I suppose because none of his work spoke to me or inspired me, it invoked an idea of… I wonder if we created something together. Considering how different our art is, I imagined something interesting out of an amalgamation.

And let’s face it, I’m a fairly reclusive writer (graciously so). However, when I’ve been called to collaborate in the past (a few rare times) something beautiful has always been born.

I asked Luka if he wanted to collaborate. He replied “Sorry Gretchen, I’m just too busy these days.”

Now don’t get me wrong, if you don’t want to make art together, all good. I just feel like replying, “I’m just too busy these days” in the middle of a global pandemic when no one can really do shit is kind of weak.

Like, considering he replied to my initial query within an hour — you aren’t really that busy. Furthermore, he was gracious enough to reply to me three times within a 12-hour period.

I’ve lived busy times. I guess Luka’s idea of busy is different from mine. At the end of the day, I was impulsive ready to get a new sort of project popping (because I’m always onto the next one); I learned a valuable lesson in the end.

It’s a lesson to myself on my usual stance. Writing is a unique, individual experience. I want to bring it to who finds me and work with people I love.

I guess Luka is too random. Dig his work if it’s your thing though. It’s not mine. I don’t feel bad for myself like that.

Furthermore, once I saw what he charges for his time, it all made sense. I was impulsive and am happy the universe blocked it.

$330 for a 60 minute poetry workshop?

I would rather gauge my eyes out than charge that. People who have attended my free classes would attest to this.

Luka, thank you for pulling me into my place brother. You and I could never collaborate. And it’s not because you’re “just too busy”; it’s because I was silly to google you after seeing your name in the AFR and because we clearly have utterly opposite ideas of art and how to spread it.

I was feeling a bit loose yesterday afternoon, what more can I say?

Good luck kid. Get that cheddah. I respect the players, I just hate the game.

If my work ever makes more noise than I’d like, I just hope this dude isn’t like “she wanted to collaborate wth me once”. That will be my luck. I’ll laugh it off like I always do.

Namaste mother universe for the spank. Now is not a time for me to be working with anyone else. I need to just keep doing what I do.

… I’m doing it really well.

me (being art)

April 13, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg family

It just sort of happened…

It’s interesting that FollowMeToNYC is essentially my one public artwork. The reason it’s interesting is because I never set out to make a public artwork.

I do not now, nor have I ever, had a drive to be paid by “online” society. It’s the same as I was never driven to be paid by being “published”.

As I’ve ranted for over ten years strong, I’m not motivated by fame or publication. I just love being who I AM, and I love creating my ART.

I’ve been saying for so long I’m going to come back for “daily posts” and then I forget. When I was daily posting, this was an actual therapy ground.

At the moment, I don’t need therapy.

My favourite thing on earth is actually being left alone. There are a few reasons for this. 1. I don’t believe “alone” exists and 2. Solo is when I have my best, most successful, most fruitful thoughts and manifestations.

Always has been. Always will be.

I have grown up in such a weird time on earth this go. Life is full of phases. All I have done and continue to do is live my truth.

I like having this little pocket to come and whisper to the cult when I feel the wind tell me. But even more, I love living on this big, empty island that I set my sights on when I was eight years old.

I love planning my healing retreat. I love pouring ink onto pages. I love being in love, having love affairs, keeping secrets and drinking coffee.

A lot of coffee.

Right now I am living the life I always saw but never knew how I would attain.

I am going to own a house an property where I can build the retreat I have dreamt of my entire life by the end of this year.

That’s what I’ve got my mind on anyways. I hope your mindset is equally clear and strong.

One love. Hang in lovers, what a time to be alive.

perspective. training.

April 9, 2020 Posted by the writer

Namaste blahg tribe

To keep things in perspective, I thought it worth bringing light today to the fact that I have no family on my favourite continent. And three of my five friends are in New York City.

In 2002 I was here for a wonderful love that lasted until it was finished which is when I started this webpage, to mend my broken heart.

I’ve literally been divorced three times since post number one, let that seep in.

As a little girl in the 80’s with four big sisters, everything was boys and love. I wanted all of that. Thought I had it for a minute, but what I had was an interesting phase of spiritual progression which concluded when my then partner ceased progressing.

I wrote three poetry books about it back then. I never think of him anymore.

I used to thrive on co-dependency. Not because I ever felt like I needed anyone, it was just really nice believing someone was there.

I’ve ranted over the years about my spiritual practice, how my ingrained belief since birth is the blunt understanding that we exist as one making it impossible to therefore be alone.

My heart extends to anyone who is sick right now, lost a loved one or entangled in quarantine chaos. My life hasn’t actually changed much to date. Don’t get me wrong, I understand this virus means nothing will ever be the same – but at the moment, I’m living pretty regularly.

Training a seven week old puppy when you have a 13 year old and 8 year old dog is real talk. I’m happy to be full-time home because I wouldn’t be able to give any of them the time and attention to adjust if I was, say, running around midtown Manhattan hustling words.

All of that word hustling brought me back home and I couldn’t be happier. I like to think the light of happiness can outshine any level of darkness that splats across our canvas.

So on that note, I’ll keep doing my thing. Meditating, manifesting, and most importantly — staying mindful. Oh, and writing.

… always writing. Never get it twisted. x o x

two weeks later… pascal

April 7, 2020 Posted by the writer

So my mini “corona chronicles” rant didn’t get too far. I reckon most of us are hearing too much about the shit. We’re all living it now, so ranting seems frivolous.

I’ve spent the last two weeks in regular contact with my New York City people and continue to connect with them daily. What happened is a disgrace, dooming and glooming over it here won’t help me or anyone else. I can only imagine what one of my favourite boyfriends from Italy must be going through.

It’s completely ironic that prior to the world having to jump into quarantine mode I had already isolated myself. Rather than let global chaos infringe on us by what I believe is a manmade virus and product of biological warfare; I travelled north to the Sunshine Coast to pick up the newest addition to my family.

His name is Pascal in honour of Easter approaching. He was originally coming home on Good Friday, but since no one is really supposed to be on the roads, I picked him up a week early and was back to my quarters by 10am.

In addition to introducing Pascal to the puppies, I’ve been spending a lot of time in my garden. Passion fruit are going crazy and I’ve finally started a little veggie patch.

I don’t plan on being in this house any longer than 12 months (that would be commitment for these gypsy toes); so I’m making a point to enjoy my lovely yard and beautiful lawn in the meantime.

I hope you’re all safe. I suggest staying inside. Perhaps, consider taking up writing for the next few months… it’s always seemed to work for me.

corona chronicles (2)

March 24, 2020 Posted by the writer

Today is Piggles birthday!

People keep getting sick and I’m worried about my parents back in Connecticut. I’m super happy I randomly jumped a plane to Manhattan in January. The city and those souls stay on my mind.

I started contemplating my next poetry collection. Volume Four will be beautiful. It’s a lot of years to pack in.

People in Australia are nervous and cautious; loving and wonderful; going through the motions like all of us are.

I took photos of flowers today and walked beside the lake. I’m currently making my mother’s baked mac n cheese recipe and continuing on with my plans of land and some seeds.

I tiktoked earlier today and painted. I weeded a garden and had a glass of wine.

I know something is ‘scary’ about these times but I don’t feel it. I feel like everything is occurring perfectly. I am grieving who has left as a cause of the human sickness sweeping us all, but I’m equally excited about what it brings every day.

We celebrated Lily’s birthday in the park earlier, with my next door neighbour after, and with feasts in between. 13 years she turned today.

Another puppy is going to be joining us in about two weeks. His name is Pascal… buckle up blahg tribe. x

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