In which one of America’s foremost poets has an answer to Earwig-Gate 2017.
Very Large Moth // Craig Arnold
Daughter of two scientists, proud to march with one of my closest lifelong friends, a doctor & researcher. Alternative facts are fictions. And I love fiction, my life is mostly dedicated to creating it, but I do not love fictions manipulated to be accepted in the place of facts. Especially when this concerns the importance of and funding for science and the arts, the environment, women’s access to reproductive care up to and including abortion, healthcare in general, and THE FATE OF THE GODDAMN PLANET. Not surprisingly, many other New Yorkers feel this way. Erin made science protest t-shirts, available here.
In honor of my new favorite neighborhood in Vilnius, Užupis. And I quote: The district has been popular with artists for some time, and has been compared to Montmartre in Paris…due to its bohemic and laissez-faire atmosphere. On April 1, 1997, the district declared itself an independent republic (The Republic of Užupis)…
Also notable are articles from the Constitution of Užupis:
Article 1: People have the right to live by the River Vilnelė, while the River Vilnelė has the right to flow past people.
Article 12: A dog has the right to be a dog.
Articles 16 People have the right to be happy.
Article 17 People have the right to be unhappy.
Sometimes your driver’s license mysteriously vanishes, and you can only imagine that it is at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, or buried in the sands of SF’s nudist septagenarian biker beach. And then you must approach TSA somewhat in the manner that a lost explorer might approach a pride of giant bear-lions. First use your charm, then use THE POWERS OF DISTRACTION.
me: they’re letting me on the plane anyway?
A: HOW IS THAT?
me: i just started flinging fistfuls of IDs at them
(Juilliard, credit card, metrocard)
like, ID after ID,
then random pieces of paper
receipts, grocery lists, love letters
and they were at first utterly unimpressed
but then they were flattened into submission.
A: I have no words.
me: I am a disaster.
And now I am boarding my plane.