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Every Two Weeks

by Cardboard Cities Collective

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I slow beside your bells and armory, a fire in front of me. I'm cold, but all the light that I can see only seems to be Dirt and rust and salted memories. So I unfold my arms and try to breathe. You came to me a bear. The amber of your eyes giving weight to morning's air. You came to me a bear. Before I ever held you there. I see all of my drowsy mumblings and aimless stumblings. I breathe to see me fingers slendering, a blurry rendering. All that's lost's still worth remembering. So sleep my dear and carve yourself a dream. You came to me a bird. And nakedly exposed the only voice I've ever heard. You came to me a bird. And bandaged me with every word.
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Layers 04:01
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Sigh.
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Please 05:06
Take all you can away from me. Bind my tongue and eyes, just let me breathe. All that I am will rise up again. The echoes of every person I've been. Too many to disregard or believe And I will smile with broken teeth. Oh, please. Cast me out among your refugees. Tie my hands and feet, just let me breathe. And all that I've owned or let weigh upon me Will leave me and finally allow me to see That I have loved you unpassionately. And I will cry myself to sleep. Oh, please.
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I say I will I say I will I swear I will I say I will But what of my friends? I'm still alive I haven't died and so I will try Nothing at all Nothing at all Nothing at all I'm hearing you breath and so I can see a weight upon me and so I believe Nothing at all On and on again we have got to get off You're talking to me like I am a lost endeavor On again we have got to get off Finding a cure and I don't need a cause My eyes have gone dry So while I'm alive I will not cry or say that I'll find Nothing at all Nothing at all Nothing at all I said I will I said I will I said I will I said I will
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Wobble Roll 02:19
This is not quite as simple as it seems. I would not be awake if not for dreams. Of old hands trembling and endless quickening. Eyes are on all your neighborhooded screens I would choose me a different set of genes. Hand, nail, and key. Flint, mind, and tea.

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This is a collection of pieces that I'm making for an art exchange with Claire Siesfeld. Inspired by a speech on creativity by Ira Glass, we decided to start creating more regularly by putting ourselves on a deadline. Every two weeks (every second Tuesday) we turn in a piece to each other. Mostly writing for her (the poet) and mostly music for me (the aspiring musician.) Along with the piece, we're writing a letter about what it was like to make the piece, our feelings about it, and where we hope to go with it. Some time after the piece is submitted, we give each other some feedback on what we're noticing. This, to me, is great because it's getting me beyond purely complimenting other people's work, especially people that I care about.

While this hasn't happened yet, We've agreed that if we miss a deadline, then the person who missed will do something for the other person, like buy them lunch or make the bed for a week or other such niceties. Even after a little over a month, I can feel myself wanting to create more and making space for it. I hope that you might feel inspired as we did to start creating with your friends and building your own volume of work.

You can watch the Ira Glass video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ResTHKVxf4

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released May 13, 2014

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