❝ I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere. ❞
What urgent advice would you give emerging poets?
Latasha N. Nevada Diggs:
Don’t take this shit too seriously. Seriously. Write because you love it. Don’t believe the hype of your first book having to be published right after you graduate. Live first. Get your heart broken more than three times. Get evicted. Be loyal but fuck up sometimes. Concern yourself with only those who believe in you. Go dancing. Learn to dance. Latin Quarters is five bucks before 7 and all the pros hang there. Party promoter Voodoo Ray does parties down in LES. Go dancing. Aside from that, create your community. What does it look like? How can you help other folks? Challenge yourself. In the words of Bill T. Jones: use yourself or you will be used. Always remember: dance.
pizza + tequila shots + grey’s anatomy
❝ You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear. ❞
❝ It won’t work … No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes. When you’re nine, you think you’ve always been nine years old and will always be. When you’re thirty, it seems you’ve been balanced there on that bright rim of middle life. And then when you turn seventy, you are always and forever seventy. You’re in the present, you’re trapped in a young now or an old now, but there is no other now to be seen … Be what you are, bury what you are not. ❞