Donate for a Gendernaut!

DVD_3D-GendernautsGendernauts
So soon I’m off to take part in the filming of a short teaser for Gendernauts 2 . This will be a short film in preparation for a feature that reprises the amazing Gendernauts shot and directed by the awesome Monika Treut in San Francisco some twenty years ago. I’m not living in San Francisco right now, having  relocated recently and I’m searching for work in my new city. So, any small amount anyone can spare to help with the expense of being back in San Francisco, while the film is being made, and keeping current on my bills — is appreciated! The film should be super!

I should probably get a Patreon account at some point and all of this is on the drawing board, but till then, any small or larger contribution is appreciated at the “donate” button.

You know you are the best.  Thank you!!!

New Tumblr

Just so everyone is aware, I have a new Tumblr called, aptly enough –hypotenuse-wolf and titled “Max Wolf Valerio”.  I’ll mainly keep it focused on poetry and writing, art and music with some trans-related “stuff” thrown in for good measure.  Here:  http://hypotenuse-wolf.tumblr.com/

I’ll be revamping this blog.  More to come!

new work by j/j hastain: Non-Novels – The New Elemental Project

nonnovels    j/j hastain is a poet, priestess, and pundit of the subconscious, surreal and sensationally sensate.  Also a bit of a poltergeist of gender transmission and translocation, j/j is pleth *.    I call pleth  “j forward slash j” since pleth’s name is less nomenclature than address.  A pointer toward a place, yet one that is virtual and not entirely dependent upon actual and specific earthly addresses although always informed by the senses.   Continue reading “new work by j/j hastain: Non-Novels – The New Elemental Project”

latest flower —

Flowers # 47  

                                         some ONE

decides

                             and                                  a

                         

                                                     color starts                               —–

 

                      the skies are streaked by little hands

                            there are ornaments displayed

and then,  destroyed

 

a punctuation mark

slips the skin of a

slender girl

who enjoys

water

                                             in each instance of joy

                                             the tomb was broken down into

                                             sybilant vowels

                                                               bowls       and howls

                                                     a band of emerging children

                                               fire on the heads and at

                                               the feet  

Max Wolf Valerio July 10, 2014

Flowers and donate if you can

Another April flower!  If you enjoy these poems, do donate please at the donate button.  I’m in the midst of a lengthy and difficult transition and re-entry back into the Bay Area from Denver, and  — I could use it and I do appreciate each and every dollar!   In order to continue receiving these visions, from the Poetry Monster above and below, I apparently need a job, though I have stated again and again, that the visions feel like job enough!  Even so… I am searching. So — don’t forget your local poet people, who is local to the globe, this earth and planet now.  And, thank you!!!  

I also want to thank everyone who has donated this month! I have never actively asked before, so it wasn’t easy to do so, but everyone who did send a bit of money, I really thank you from the bottom of my heart!  You are all super!  

 

Flowers #32

                        

 night people

                                                                                                                 drinking champagne

                                                                                             waddling over to watch

                                                                                   a million criminal flowers       

                                                                  purple and bruised             

Max Wolf Valerio (C) April 18, 2014

 

Flowers Again

Winding down here on NaPoWriMo, I’ve been doing many poetry related things, which I will report on in time.  Here, my ongoing poem – Flowers, one poem for every shot of T I have taken so far.  That means I have over 570 flowers to write!

Flowers #34

 

in order to understand

 flowers                 we have to consider

loss

we have to consider

joy

the white flat background

a passage

an escalating sobriety —

Max Wolf Valerio, (c) April 24, 2014

 

Another Flower

Flowers #29

                       so we must stop dreaming with our eyes open                 and cast our lot with

                                                           muscle cars, with red balloons, with action heroes

                   the dreams must stop                  adrenaline

subsides as our glands retreat

                                                the old fashioned ligature slips

 

                                                                         — digging my way out of the small room I felt enclosed as the air expanded to blue color

 

                    doors-               opening                          a tent full of tears

Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 4, 2014

 

 

Flowers #28

Flowers # 28

 

                     fluxus

          cool                   agents of hardcore                        trajectory annihilation

                                                                   angels        flow to entry and disappearance                     stiletto satin

floats white bird evaporation             blue steel

portraits bing  bang

 

 

Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 3, 2014

 

 

 

 

Flowers #24

Here’s a poem, first up for NaPoWriMo and part of the larger, “Flowers” series…

 

Flowers #24  

 

                         extinguish                   the mortal

                                                        petals                          —  longing

                                                                      for a life living             –beyond

                                                                this one            short as a dime

                                               held up by cones and           short rods

                                                                                         short at the shore

 

                                                                           the alabaster demon nude as language

                                                                           with hips that swivel

 

 

Max Wolf Valerio (c) April 1, 2014