Thursday, June 30, 2011

diced mangoes, come to me. i love you even though you make my mouth swell up



For a while, I've been obsessively listening to spoken word poetry and this is one of my favourites; it's really beautiful.
And well, this wouldn't be a real post unless it contained some narcissism on my part so here goes:
I wrote a spoken word poem. And then I filmed myself 'performing' (believe me, quotation marks are needed) it. In my bedroom.
I would post it, for your undoubtedly eager eyes, but both Blogger and Tumblr hate me and won't let me post videos. I once waited two hours for a video to upload to Tumblr, then as soon as it reached 100%, the page reset itself.

Shake the dust,

Hannah

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