I finally sold something (some things) from my art show!! Maybe that shouldn't be as big of a deal as it is. Maybe I shouldn't be such a capitalist about the things that I make. Maybe I shouldn't want to appeal to the larger populace. Well.....yeah, but it is and I do. I sold three prints and the original of the stitched calculator watch and I could not possibly be more pleased. Ya know, with myself. *ahem*
In the interest of humbling myself down from this crest of self congratulatory behavior I've decided to provide you, my readership, with an anecdote involving myself, poetry, and no shortage of cringe-worthy ridiculousness.
Like we all do, from time to time I Google myself just to see what I'm up to. Other than things from my Flickr page and the Eastland County record of my birth the only thing that ever consistently comes up when searching my name is A LOT, and I do mean A LOT, of porn websites. Now with a name like Larissa Swindle that's not a huge huge surprise, I guess. I do sometimes like to imagine that some really pissed ex-boyfriend embedded my full name in a bunch of hardcore porn sites just to be mean. I don't even know if that's a thing, embedding my name, but it seems funny and better than my parents choosing the same name for me that many many women choose along with a career in porn.
Anywho....last week, amongst all the porn, was a link that I've never seen come up before. Egads!!!! I did something new?!?! No, I didn't. It was a link to a poetry website where I made the misguided and ill-advised decision to post a rancorous bit of adolescent poetry. Except I wasn't really an adolescent. Okay, I wasn't an adolescent at all. I was like, 23. And because I love each and every one of you, my honeys, here ya go.
It's like I'm kicking Anne Sexton in the babymaker over and over again.
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