You ever have one of those mornings you wake up before sunrise and you already know the day is going to be too bright and too warm and one whole side of your body is aching..
I think it is more important to do the things with language that you think should be done rather than send out a call for some others somewhere to do something related to their interpretation of your call.
I am writing something of a genre piece insofar as autobiography is a genre but I have no illusions as to whether or not this particular, um, work will quite fit the description or remind anyone of what they usually think they have encountered when they read an autobiography but there is it seems a fair amount to be asked about the idea of the genre itself
I’ve been thinking for a long time about my own sense of almost complete alienation from the white Protestant suburbanism I myself came from and that is often thought of as the neutral American identity against which all others are measured. For some time I’ve been thinking and sometimes acting on the question of how it is that I can figure my own deeply-felt need to find a time and place in which I might belong without engaging in the sort of cultural appropriation that makes the Other a source of commodified artifacts.
By eriktrips
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Posted in autobiography, ethics, nonfiction, philosophy, politics, ptsd, US
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Also tagged American history, culture, discourse, ethics, European history, indigenous rights, language, Neolithic revolution, philosophy, politics, postmodernism, reading, restlessness, spirituality, textuality
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This is me reading an excerpt from my autobiography, which is still in the making and will probably remain that way for at least a few more years.
By eriktrips
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Posted in autobiography, nonfiction, performance, poetry, queer, transgender, video, writing
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Also tagged ftm, language, poetry, restroom politics, spoken word, transgender, writing
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Two-video blog of Erik reading “Tenth and Juniper”
By eriktrips
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Posted in autobiography, nonfiction, performance, poetry, video, writing
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Also tagged Atlanta, language, poetry, prose, spoken word, storms, tornadoes, weather
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Lately in the Mission District in San Francisco–which is to say, the last 18 months or so–police foot patrols have been increased in order to “increase neighborhood safety and awareness of crime.” Usually they harass homeless people out of doorways (thank heavens we’re saving the neighborhood from sleepiness!)
why should garishness get all the glory if making the bed is not its own courageous act what with danger beating softly across the loose weave of the very blanket which takes care of you at night.
By eriktrips
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Posted in autobiography, ethics, fiction, nonfiction, philosophy, poetry, politics, queer, transgender, writing
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Also tagged ethics, experiment, language, philosophy, queer, transgender, writing
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Because I am nobody sitting here in a deserted corner of the intarwebs, my post on the subject is not in this list, but bloggers all over the place are still talking about the racism inherent in blaming California African Americans for passing Proposition 8 on Tuesday. Alas, a blog has posted a list of [...]
By eriktrips
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Posted in autobiography, depression, disability, politics, ptsd, Uncategorized
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Also tagged christianity, depression, fundamentalism, politics, ptsd, westboro baptist
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This might not be finished. Or that is I know it is not finished or rather it goes in there somewhere in that thing I keep claiming to be writing but so I thought I’d post it here on my blog just to make sure that no one labors under the illusion that this place [...]
