Ima read

Maybe it’s the incredibly over-stimulating day/afternoon/night that I have had/am having/will have, but I feel like a little Zebra Katz is in order.

4ZZZ was a lil frenetic, a little fantastic, although Z Katz did not make the infinitely pump my jam playlist this week, he was definitely in this week’s work zone out, Mykki Blanco, Azealia Banks, MEN, Cakes da Killa, I’ve been noisy in my head this week. Things went a bit awry with the phone hook up  today and although I tried not to channel the infinite goddess of caffeine I had my heart stretchy feeling on again.

You know the kind? Blood running wild.

Then, this afternoon, a bit of Meg Vann PNG bushknife badness* at the QWC, a bright random bathroom spark with Bri Lee, and a tiny moment of Fern have reminded me that I get to cross paths with some incredible women. Inspiration in flesh and form and thought. There might be a chance of an interview there, a potential for collaboration here, and a glass of scotch on the other side.

Now, I gotta read this bitch.

*radness badness

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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