Hacker Poetry

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What Hacker Poetry is:

1. The Hacker Vision:

Since art is the culmination of the collaboration with self, present and past society, and our collective inertia towards art, then it is conclusive that true art is the ultimate hacking space: the artist is the hacker which takes, creates and innovates the moving soul of the world for the purpose of making art, and the self, better.

(response to Ginsberg’s “New Vision”)

 

2. “A hacker is one who enjoys the intellectual challenge of creatively overcoming and circumventing limitations of systems and who tries to extend their capabilities[3]

“The act of engaging in activities, such as poetry, in a spirit of playfulness and exploration is termed hacking.

However the defining characteristic of a hacker is not the activities performed themselves (e.g. writing, poetry, etc.), but the manner in which it is done: Hacking entails some form of excellence, for example exploring the limits of what is possible,[5] thereby doing something exciting and meaningful.[4]

 

Richard Stallman explains about hackers who program:

What they had in common was mainly love of excellence and programming. They wanted to make their programs that they used be as good as they could. They also wanted to make them do neat things. They wanted to be able to do something in a more exciting way than anyone believed possible and show “Look how wonderful this is. I bet you didn’t believe this could be done.”[6]

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What Hacker Poetry isn’t:

It isn’t a viral campaign.

It isn’t going on YouTube. Well, it might.  Everything gets on YouTube these days.  But that’s not the direct idea.

It isn’t a cure for anything. Except for literary madness.

It isn’t a movement to change, per se. It is a movement to create.

It isn’t the Elks Lodge. It isn’t a mother’s group. It doesn’t have membership status. A hacker doesn’t need a card to tell themselves who they are. You define yourself.

 

I’m Publishing A Poetry Journal. You’re Invited.

A few years ago I was the editor for an in-house poetry journal titled, “Illume.”  It lasted 3 seasons, and it was a fantastic collaboration of poets.

After that, I self-published my own poetry book, Petals of Magnolia.

I think it’s time for me to publish another poetry journal.

There is a movement out there…and I can feel it.  I just know it’s there. It’s like…a field full of kids. Wild, curious, punchy kids with suspenders and rusty bikes just talking.  I’d like to get the words we’re saying and make them real.

If this happens, plan on speaking in SF at a launch night.

Msg me if you’re interested.

tamarah.rockwood@gmail.com

September Is Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month

Normally I’m not big into the ribbons for awareness, but I also don’t feel super comfortable sharing difficult things, so I’m not going to be putting decals on my car.  I think knowledge and awareness are absolutely crucial to getting more cures and more people involved in helping each other, but I’m pretty selective about what I share, and I think it’s better that way.  Like, I don’t like telling people I have Celiac because I don’t like going through the questions…with everybody.

Yes, I can eat potatoes. No I can’t eat one bite of pizza, even if it only has “just a little flour.”  I’m not going to feel sick and “pay for it” afterward: I’m not going to breathe afterward.  And I’ve found that that makes people feel uncomfortable, so I prefer to not talk about it; in general.  I mean, if it comes up it’s not that I avoid admitting it…but in general, it isn’t something I talk about.

Same with epilepsy.

And SVT.

I don’t appreciate snarky comments, I don’t like backhanded comments, and I don’t tolerate jerks very well; and it seems some people just can’t resist being a jerk about this kind of stuff.  I’m also quite adverse to pity (“ohh, you poor thing.“)  Sooo, I just try to avoid situations where my eyebrows may raise and well calculated words may come out of mine mouth.  I think it’s best for humanity and such.

 

This all being said, I was quite surprised this morning to see a ribbon that I am firmly in favor of sharing:

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The reason why it interested me is because ovarian cancer looms on my horizon.

My father’s sister died of ovarian cancer, and my mother’s mother died of ovarian cancer. That covers my lineage for both sides.

They both lived for about a year and a half of agonizing chemotherapy and constant physical and mental torment after the diagnosis before succumbing to it entirely, and it was agonizing to watch.  There was nothing we could to do help them, and they were going to die…and they did die.

So, I keep an eye on things.  Because I want to live, just as they wanted to live. I want to see my children grow up and raise their children.  I want to live a long life with Ben.

Ultimately, there isn’t a magic wand to protect ourselves from anything…diseases happen, accidents happen and death happens.

Ultimately, I don’t know if there is anything we can do for this.  There was nothing I could do for my family.

But damn it, we have to try.

 

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Ovarian.org

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Facebook Ovarian Cancer Awareness Month

 

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The Last 4 Months of 2014…Go!

As of today, we are in the final homestretch of 2014….WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?!!

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Seriously, it feels like the year just begun, and it’s already the last quarter!

Get out your bucket lists people.  2014 is going to be remembered for being AWESOME.  We are DOING this:

1. I am going to lose 5 pounds a month until the end of the year.

Yes, I realize how heartbreakingly cliche this is.  But I know I can do it, and it is a realistic goal.  Dude, if you just cut out carbs, you lose weight.  I know this.  I just have to do it.  That’s the hard part.  But I really, sincerely want to get to a healthier weight.  The older I get, the harder it is going to be.  Plus, my Dad is beating me and he is very close to weighing less than I do….and this is not going to happen.  So, that’s my motivation, and I have you all to witness my dedication.  I say: 20 pounds by Christmas.

 

60eSuck it up, Rainbow Dash!!

 

2. I am going to finish projects I always think about, so they don’t become 2015 projects

-bench and vertical garden in my backyard

-move the chicken coops so they’re connected

-get a new Free Little Library cabinet, with doors (prep for the rain season, if it ever comes)

-My kids’ name-applique` banners (I already have 2 done, I just need to finish the other 3)

 

3. Ben gave me 4 frames for my watercolor paintings…and the paper, paints, brushes have been sitting next to my desk for 2 years.

It’s pathetic.

I am painting them and putting them up. I already know what I need to do.

 

4. Start the process of freelancing writing.

This is a goal of mine, and I need to get the wheels turning a little faster.

 

5. Finish Christmas shopping by Thanksgiving.

This is my goal every year, and although I totally do it…I also have to keep a list of what I got handy.  Because I may forget what I got people by Christmas.  So, it’s kind of a surprise to us all…

But this opens up the entire holiday season for important matters, like cider by the fire with the kids, or handmade ornaments, or finding new ways to enjoy squash.  Like, put it on the counter for decorations (or you could always eat it, but that’s too easy).

 

So, 2014: You have been warned!