Posts Tagged: ‘fail’

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.

curb kicking

June 7, 2016 Posted by the writer

IMG_3501I tried. Like, I feel like I tried more than I have in a few years.

Dating is toxic. It’s the worst thing in the world. And while the stories and poems I get from somewhat captivating encounters is usually alright – I tend to walk away with the whole, “What the fuck was I thinking?” vibe.

That’s essentially what I have today. (more…)

natalia kills is a douchebag

March 19, 2015 Posted by the writer

Namaste blog tribe

As much as I try to hide from popular culture, I still feel obliged to graze papers from time to time. It’s kind of a social experiment to see what the humans are up to ensure I’m not participating in similar behaviors. (more…)

why blue pearl veterinary sucks

January 8, 2014 Posted by the writer

Hudson Animal Hospital and Blue Pearl Veterinary Partners suck. Here’s why:

Most of you are aware of mangy Fronkles  – who I rescued over the summer, from a IMG_0515pound camper parked on 82nd Street.

Fronkles is the first New York City pound dog I saved. I can only imagine the conditions he was in. I never thought about mange before, because I never rescued a neglected puppy before. From the research I’e done, mange makes perfect sense. Frankie was in disgusting conditions, probably never had proper shots and had a greasy/dandruffy coat when I brought him home. I told the vets all of this. Here’s what they had to say:

The first time I went to Hudson Animal Hospital in September, to discus Fronkles’s persistent itching, they charged me $85 and said, “Give him a bath. Want to buy our special shampoo? It will cost extra. Maybe run some allergy tests? They’re like $500.” (more…)

To a dead sister (live)

December 21, 2013 Posted by the writer

To the fake (one)

She used. To say
You are fake, it
Becomes. A
She was blessed
With children, and
Then she completely,
Suddenly forgot
The reality of blood. (more…)

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