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The Violin 2022 (oil on paper 14x10)
"Never cared one bit
when my bow didn’t
match the rest of the
orchestra, I could get
their notes right but
always a little beyond"
Nikki Wallschlaeger @nikkimwalls
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so.. um.. flower talbot poem? while you're at it?
I have feelings for you
— “Anti Elegy,” Nikki Wallschlaeger
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Julien Loki for the poems!
“JULIEN LOKI” — As Fast As Youth Goes.
Maggie Stiefvater, “The Raven Boys” / Nikki Wallschlaeger, “Violin” / First Aid Kit, “King Of The World” / Elizabeth Coatsworth, “Swift Things Are Beautiful” / Nikita Gill, “Monsters”.
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"The monocrops were decisions made about our past, so I ask you to take the batteries out of the clanging wall clock before I go to sleep to prevent the supremacist art of domestication from permeating my dreams." —Nikki Wallschlaeger, Mother of Thousands
https://alocasia.org/2022/06/21/nikki-wallschlaeger-mother-of-thousands/
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2024 NEW AMERICAN POETRY PRIZE
FINAL JUDGE NIKKI WALLSCHLAEGER
DEADLINE: January 15, 2024
Submissions for the 2024 New American Poetry Prize will open September 1, 2023. The winning manuscript will be published and its author will receive $1500, promotional support, and 25 author copies.
Manuscripts should be at least 48 pages, but there is no maximum length. All forms and styles of poetry are welcome..
For more info and guidelines: https://newamericanpress.com/2024-new-american-poetry-prize-final-judge-nikki-wallschlaeger/?utm_source=substack&utm_medium=email
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I drag my body around lovingly but / it still won’t let me go
— Nikki Wallschlaeger, from “This Body Keeps the Keys,” Waterbaby
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ahh!! ok can we have a web weave on violins and gifted kid pressure?? or a violin as a symbol of childhood greatness or something?? thank you sm ily <3
‘Yehudi Menuhin: The thrilling boy violinist who plays with confident brilliance’, The Guardian, first published 21st November 1932
Marianne Boruch, Rare Old Violins
Mark S. Joffe, Yehudi Menuhin
The Umbrella Academy (2019–), 1x10: The White Violin
Camilla Wicks, child prodigy and violin virtuoso, aged 6 (via) / Sarah Chang, child prodigy and violin virtuoso, photographed by Charles Abbott
Louisa May Alcott, Jo's Boys, and How They Turned Out
Nikki Wallschlaeger, Violin
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Violin by Nikki Wallschlaeger
I had the passion
but not the stamina
nor the discipline,
no one knew how
to discipline me so
they just let me be,
Let me play along,
let me think I was
somebody, I could
be somebody, even
without the no-how.
Never cared one bit
when my bow didn’t
match the rest of the
orchestra, I could get
their notes right but
always a little beyond,
sawing my bow across
the strings, cuttin it up
even if I wasn’t valuable
even if I lacked respect
for rules of European
thought and composure.
A crescendo of trying
to be somebody,
a decrescendo of trying
to belong, I played along
o yes, I play along.
Listen to the poem read by the poet here:
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But the recipe (in theory) is pretty simple.
What it takes is a relish for a new undoing
eventually you’ll get what you set out to do.
Stone soup: also known as politicians wheel.
A hypogeal bone forged by Black Sisypheans
who were smart enough to realize when they
reached the top of their blinking mountain
all they had to do was step aside and the rest
would take care of itself.
from Further Notes on the New Reconstruction from Nikki Wallschlaeger
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We have a bad reputation.
Understand “bad” how you like.
*
from “Bad Reputation” by NIKKI WALLSCHLAEGER
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Damn right I got the blues
I’m so fed up I could shoot a room full of men
From the back of my dreams down to my laugh
No one cares about nothin unless it carries them
What the hell are you asking me again
from Crash Blue Sunday (take 2) by Nikki Wallschlaeger
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Violin
by Nikki Wallschlaeger.
I had the passion
but not the stamina
nor the discipline,
no one knew how
to discipline me so
they just let me be,
Let me play along,
let me think I was
somebody, I could
be somebody, even
without the no-how.
Never cared one bit
when my bow didn’t
match the rest of the
orchestra, I could get
their notes right but
always a little beyond,
sawing my bow across
the strings, cuttin it up
even if I wasn’t valuable
even if I lacked respect
for rules of European
thought and composure.
A crescendo of trying
to be somebody,
a decrescendo of trying
to belong, I played along
o yes, I play along.
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Instead of crying on your shoulder I cry on the internet. Instead of crying I make allusions to crying by cherry picking the subjects. Instead of crying on his shoulder I build a fountain of black amethyst in an artificial square. Instead of crying I ring the bells of a bottomless road.
Nikki Wallschlaeger, “Crying,” via Verse Daily
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"The monocrops were decisions made about our past, so I ask you to take the batteries out of the clanging wall clock before I go to sleep to prevent the supremacist art of domestication from permeating my dreams." —Nikki Wallschlaeger, Mother of Thousands
https://alocasia.org/2022/06/21/nikki-wallschlaeger-mother-of-thousands/
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“Violin” - Nikki Wallschlaeger
I had the passion
but not the stamina
nor the discipline,
no one knew how
to discipline me so
they just let me be,
Let me play along,
let me think I was
somebody, I could
be somebody, even
without the no-how.
Never cared one bit
when my bow didn’t
match the rest of the
orchestra, I could get
their notes right but
always a little beyond,
sawing my bow across
the strings, cuttin it up
even if I wasn’t valuable
even if I lacked respect
for rules of European
thought and composure.
A crescendo of trying
to be somebody,
a decrescendo of trying
to belong, I played along
o yes, I play along.
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