I’m writing this letter to myself to reflect on what’s happened recently. In 6 days 33 will s33 m3!. As I sit here, a lot of things come to mind. For one, a decade ago (Jan 7, 2015) I moved to Minneapolis in 2015. Around that time, I was on the edge of expectations, given all that the Purple World had shown me. It was the first time I moved to another state by myself, and I was already surrounded by lovely friends. I had gained those friends because of my explosion into the Purple Vibe. I don’t need to explain what that was like for me; I’ve already detailed many of those experiences in a separate video that you can watch here if you’re interested!

Nonetheless, I was 22 / 23 in 2015, and I was at the cusp of significant changes. I describe this as such because a common phenomenon happens when you have plastic hangers. The head can easily be chopped off! The sound of the break resembles a crack of the knuckles. Once the hook is snapped off, there’s little one can do to repair it.

(Editors’ note: As I was writing this piece, it occurred to me that I could ‘super glue’ the head back on, but that was wrong. I searched everywhere for the superglue because it wasn’t in my house or where I usually keep it. Turns out, it was in my car in the same bag I had put it in when I got it a week ago.) The cracked lines contain a shallow hole where the sides are too thin to put back together.)

I could wrap the head back with some tape, but what would be the point of these plastic hangers? I got them because I have a large closet and prefer to see my clothes hanging out rather than folded. My underwear, socks, muscle t-shirts, ties, handkerchiefs, and button garbs go into the chest drawers! Everything else is hung using a wired, sponge, stainless steel, flocked, wooden, or plastic hanger. The plastic ones crack often because they’re a lonely hook with nothing to support its body. Essentially, they have no real body because there’s no function of the body if not attached to the head.

This is when art plays a role in charting your levels. I’ve decided to keep the hangers that become eclipsed! 😀 Slowly but surely, I’ll walk away from the plastic ones because they’re too drastic! The velvet adjacent hangers don’t crack and hold together satin and silk much better anyway.

In knee-way ways:

Another recent misfortune was leaving a pen inside my two-piece suit as it went for a wash. Of course, after realizing this, my heart was pounding because I thought about all the clothes that could have been affected by this mistake. To my surprise, the only item that required a lot of effort to remove the ink was my pants. Everything else had no stains! It took a lot of baking powder, dishwashing liquid, and elbow grease to get at least 85% of the ink out. This makes me not only cautious about removing things from the pockets but also to pay close attention to the process. Regardless of the process, attention to the before is paramount.

I’ve always found myself inspired by the smallest of things because upon further examination, they make things enlarge and take a broader form than before. By asking questions and building on the already made-out thing, we begin to fly off into more readily available realms. We create out of the creation, making out of what has already been baked.

Eclipsed Hanger

Crescent tongue eating at the luminous sheet
rapping between a savory and sweet treat! but i’m feeling some type of way but it’s not you – it’s me.
it’s the dying tree that eye see swallowed up inside.
truths i can no longer hide. revealed to be a sight that is seen: a flight that has landed as a routine! Commanded via stranded tendencies ! Reflexes :(): back handed penalties ! :():
all morning, all day, and all of afternOoN – tons of tongues that night, spoke way too sOoN!
though, we’re a little BeHiNd – our lumpy shadows have tWiNeD!
now the lightning has written in cursive, a shape that’s murky & UnLiNeD!
today : tomorrow, & tongue-night ‘twas trapped ’ to tasting troubling trauma that’s terrified towards trickery, ToMbStOnE!
scabs soon formed, tabs moon stormed!
in taking away much needed time, the inner making may betray a seeded rhyme!
i wish i knew : the levels ahead of me / when seeds finally grow n2 oak trees which host bumble bees- however, that takes years! that means plenty of tears & a juggernaut of time waiting.
while a new to FULL moon is glaring through the midnight sky
phases are blended by a multi-colored sigh
it’s never just one element at play
but a cornered hide and seek in the disarray
(in) gathering my bedazzled rags to hang, the head became eclipsed!
broke right in half, where the clip was ventured into an unforeseen dip
the weight of the pounded grab, could not withstand its fragile stab!
Pressure on the neck so steep, the hook has broken off into the deep
with clothes intended on the rail, thin satin fabrics fall off like unsent mail!

7.21.20 – Tongue Night
10.28.24 – ALL THE SMOKE
9.14.23 – Exhibition Premonition
5.14.25 – Eclipsed Hanger

^^ the out-tro of this track is indeed inspired by ‘The Price is Right’ a show I remember watching thoroughly at my Gammie’s house. The theme song is so bright and colorful! here, It is remixed by coryxkenshin! A CLASSIC NOD TO CATCHY THEME SONGS! the poems are ‘coming on down’ as they have been selected to narrate a new formation of immediate poetic sensation!