Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Earth Day 2015: 21 Day Eco Challenge




    On CNN International HERE






“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed, citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” - Margaret Mead 


Gaylord Nelson, Earth Day founder, saw an oil spill in California in 1969. Student anti-war movements were ablaze and Gaylord took that movement and combined it with consciousness about pollution.


Nelson, former US Senator, proposed a “teach-in on the environment” to the media. Pete McCloskey, a conservation-minded Republican Congressman, became the co-chair and they both contacted Denis Hayes, who managed to coordinate a national staff of 85 to promote events across the United States.


As a result, 20 million Americans took to the streets.


The first Earth Day in 1970 led to the creation of the United States Environmental Protection Agency, the Clean Air, Clean Water, and Endangered Species Acts.


Earth Day is honored around the world on April 22. It supports environmental programs, public commitment and builds community activism. It is the largest civic event in the world, celebrated simultaneously around the globe by people of all backgrounds, faiths and nationalities. More than a billion people take part.


Most people practice “Earth Day”, every day.


In February 2015, I began what I thought was going to be a small act of kindness. What entailed was a global 21 Day Eco Challenge that involved everyday people doing astounding things for our planet. I named the challenge “21 Day Eco Challenge: Co-Create, Rejuvenate, Recycle” and sent out an email a day via KindSpring.Org suggesting ways to help make our world a better place.


What occurred was massive! People posted stories of how they created artwork with garbage cleaned from yards and parks, instead of giving money they physically volunteered time in their communities, people changed heating and electrical systems in their homes, ceased using motorized vehicles, rid themselves of plastic, took more walks, involved their families, composted, recycled, cooked wholesome organic foods, and led community based programs on their own.


Every single day I was greeted with inspiration. Instead of me having to facilitate the movement, the members who joined the challenge created a community together and all of us shared our ideas, challenges, and lifestyles and we managed to change our lives, thus changing the lives of one another, thus helping to heal the environment.


To every single member of the Eco Challenge, pat yourself on the back and be proud of going above and beyond and for being an active part in the restoration of our planet.


Please take the time and view our 21 Day Challenge --> HERE.


You will learn something new, connect to caring, heartfelt people and most likely, start your own 21 Day Challenge that will inspire others.


Technology is a tool to be utilized and through technology I met, worked alongside and learned from beautiful individuals who simply care about the state of this planet for 21 days straight.


Every day, I read stories about what someone learned, shared, how they changed their lives, their communities, alongside photos and artwork and every day this quote by Mother Teresa played in my mind:

“I can do things you cannot, you can do things I cannot; together we can do great things.”




Lightyears of Letters



Mitch Burns, a poet and writer from Michigan, listened to my poem "let me love you" and read my article "Leave the Pages Bloody" and sent me these messages:


CREDIT: Susan Marie, for all of the words before i say "I wrote back to her." This poem was COMPLETELY inspired by her poem "Let me love you" and my words are an extension of it.
After reading your words in "Leave the pages bloody" i became very inspired to get something out today and then i read your poem "Let me love you" and i had the line "I'll ask the Nebulas to wait until the morning" stuck in my head so i just went for it."

I am so honored and humbled, I mean this is the highest form of respect any artist can hope for: to inspire another to create from their own creation. 


Please listen below and check out +Poetlike Poe on Soundcloud






Thank you Mitch! Keep writing and inspiring others! You are one fine writer.


Friday, April 17, 2015

Buffalo Small Press Book Fair





The Buffalo Small Press Book Fair is a regional two-day event that brings booksellers, authors, bookmakers, zinesters, small presses, artists, poets, and other cultural workers (and enthusiasts) together in a venue where they can share ideas, showcase their art, and peddle their wares.

The 9th Annual BSPBF will take place at the Karpeles Manuscript Library Museum, Porter Hall, on April 18th from noon to 6pm AND April 19th from 11am-5pm. 


Remember this event is FREE and open to the public!

For the third year, Chris Fritton will be hosting the book fair on two separate days. Its incredible growth has continued, and it made it necessary to expand the fair so that more artists and audience members can experience the event.

In 2014 there was over 140 vendors and over 5,500 participants! Keep your eyes peeled for all the events before and after the Fair as well!








Please direct all press contact to:

Chris Fritton
61 Elmwood Ave.
Buffalo, NY 14201
(716) 392-7305
chris@buffalosmallpress.org



let me love you








you light me
up
like the sun
burning eons
of bloodink and breath


like fireworks
blazing
across a velvet night


like Spring
sweet
like peaches in summertime
the sweet essence of
desire and passion
bursting


you light me up
like dynamite
like one million
explosions
detonated in my


heart
my soul
speaks


in words
in thyme and
time
means nothing
between you and
I
for my body
is yours
my breath
belongs to your
lungs
my mouth is meant
to be placed


oh, ever so softly,
upon your own


my eyes
speak
your words
my hands
touch
the nape of your
neck
winding downward
spiraling
to your
lower back
muscles
ripped


my palms
electric


come here, my love
let me wipe the sweat from your brow
ease your tired mind
place your head in my
lap


and let me
love you



© Susan Marie

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

look how they sing


I recorded the birds, live, as they sang and mixed that with my spoken word







Look!

Look at the birds
how they sing for us


they take part
in this
most joyous union
a majestic embrace
of sky to earth
from mouth to lips
from hips to eyes


your eyes

oh, how they glitter
and gleam

like confetti
falling from the sky
caught and held
in my eyelashes
batting


and the choirs
the creatures of nature
recognize
what is just
what is divine
what is meant


sacred

and look!
look my love


look how they sing for us
as I sing for you
and you dance with me
and together


We
are
creation.



© Susan Marie

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Fundraiser for WNY VegFest



ON WGRZ Ch. 2 HERE






WHAT:     Fundraiser for WNY VegFest - Beer! ($5 in locally brewed beer included with your ticket!) Pizza by Allentown Pizza, Wings - no chickens involved, Cupcakes by Sweetly Simple Treats, munchies and appetizers, Live music by Sleepy Hahas


WHERE:  Resurgence Brewery 1250 Niagara St, Buffalo, NY 14213 (716) 381-9868
 
WHEN:    April 22, 2015 7pm-10pm 

WHY:       Help keep WNY Vegfest free for al! Join us at Buffalo's hottest new brewery, Resurgence! All proceeds go to WNY Vegfest.

The WNY VegFest is growing rapidly each year and quickly becoming THE preeminent healthy lifestyle festival throughout the entire region. The community came out to enthusiastically support the inaugural WNY VegFest in 2014 with over 5,000 people attending and enjoying all the varied the plant powered fun!

Buffalo and Western New York have seen an explosion of interest in health, compassion and plant-based eating over the last few years, and together with the help of local veg advocacy groups and sanctuaries the WNY VegFest is helping to spread the life affirming message of a plant based diet.


Contact: Albert Brown: 716-465-3927 albert@wnyvegfest.com 

Check out the Tofurky Trot: Tofurky Trots are designed to support both the health and vitality of local communities and raise money for local groups supporting plant based diets. The race is 5k (3.1 miles) and is a run, trot, or walk open to all levels of physical fitness.
 




Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Leave the Pages Bloody



Published first on Rebelle Society HERE




Leave the pages bloody…
Leave them ripe with summer sweat, hard work, no work, lust, love, pain, grief, messy sex, no sex, lovemaking, mouth to mouth, warm hugs, spiritual enlightenment, rebirth, rain, fire, ice, ashes, matches, gasoline and lastly, most integral, life. Leave the pages of your mind drenched with the ink of the breath of every solitary subconscious thought.

This is what writing is all about. It is not just about proper syntax, sentence structure, grammar, punctuation, heck, even spelling. I make up my own words, just like Jack Kerouac did, like sistermoonchild, lightingrites, bumblehum and numerous other misfitlike combinations that happen to pop into my skullbone while writing.

Sure, literary people will tell you that this needs to be fixed and that word is out of order, and that is much appreciated for I am no editor, but to take the meat out of writing, the lymphatic fluid, the millions of veins, arteries and capillaries selflessly pumping oxygen and blood that berths within the lungs, to the heart of the artist, is quite simply, utter and irreversible, literary death.

So leave your pages bloody. Tainted. Sheet stained. Leave them so moist with emotion that when you whip them out the window of your rusted and beat-up 1967 Plymouth Fury convertible, driving 90 miles per hour down some random road to someplace you have never been before, yet shall soon discover, after ripping them out of a 99-cent notebook you bought for no reason whatsoever, make sure whoever catches them, is fully and properly, ignited.

I do not mean just lit up either. I mean changed, awakened, alive, Make sure your words set fire to cities and nations, to hearts and minds, to the very core of every human spirit who is paying attention. Make sure your words seep into the skin of the reader, leaving trace minerals that sustain the ailing human shell.
Make them pay attention.
Set fire to the soul.

Anything less is an abomination to creation.

The entire and main purpose of writing is to make a point. You can choose to share it or hide it; I write for release. If I cease writing, I fully understand and acknowledge that my head will burst like a pumpkin smashed on the sidewalk in October. It does not matter what your point is; it can be business, family, science, work, nature, passion, bliss, love, hate, light, dark, pain, death, love, a voice for the oppressed, suppressed, depressed, obsessed and impressed.

Like a fine tattoo, your words must imprint the reader so deeply that they begin to create, and begin to form different thoughts; quite possibly, they may start to see, if they already do not, this crazy beautiful ugly fucked up lovely mess of a planet we exist on momentarily, I hope always and forever, differently. Anything less is selling your own precious soul, and how dare you call yourself a writer if you refuse to reach into your own dank and dusty closets, yank out those nagging skeletons, grab them right by the damn neck, shake them loose, let them dance around for a while, smack ‘em around, show them who is boss and make them work for you.

You experienced all of that love, loss, pain, grief and bliss for a greater purpose:
To leave your pages bloody.
Don’t get me wrong, rhyming poetry and fictitious love stories are nice and all, but is that reality? How many people do you know call you up gleaming about the sun shining and the robins singing and the shore meeting the waves? Okay, sometimes I truly do feel this way and often write like that, I sound like a hypocrite, I know, but that is not my point. My point is, do not write chicken soup. Everyone knows how to make that anyhow.

Write Miso or Acquacotta, dip those words into some Caldo Verde. Toss them around in Soto and let them swim in Rasam.

You get the picture.

Right now, the sun is shining ever so magnificently. I opened all the blinds in this place I come to write, and the warmth of the great star is soothing my ever-thinking brain that is, undoubtedly, on fire today. It is as if I am in a cell and she, my dear sunshine, is attempting to set me free. Her smiles sneak through the blades, coaxing me to come out and play, although my brain knows it is freezing cold outside. It actually started snowing again. I ignore all thought. I rudely tell my brain that it is an outright dirty, sneaky liar — and often, it is — and continue to type to you now, choosing whatever random thought pops into my head, and hope to cause you to think about your own surroundings.

Look around you. What do you see? What are you ignoring? What are you grateful for? Use all six senses, and even more, ones you do not know yet exist, and tell me, what do you hear?

Sssssh…

The low humbuzz of the fan in the bathroom sounds like a drone overhead ready to crush innocent souls.

See?

Easy.

Try it. Then write about it.

I will catch you on the other side. I will be the one hitchhiking, and I do expect one of the pages from your notebooks, matchbook covers, napkins, and random sheets of paper to fly by my nose so I am able to sniff it out, grab it, read it, grasp it for just that mere moment, and have my eyes whip open ablaze, almost popped right out of my sockets, until deep in my diaphragm the thrushes start to congregate that berth there, impatient to fly right out of my thorax, through my lips, causing me to choke, only to be set free to this glorious, most holy Spring skyline.

Can you do that for me? Meet me there on that freeway?

I am going to go play with the sun. The birds have now joined the sun in her chorus and the daylight is fading quickly. The wind has melded into this orchestral dance, howling so utterly hideous, that it excites me.
Immensely.



Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Fault Lines













the lines
drawn
before this birth
from fingertips
in sand and snow
that align a path
invisible
from my spirit
to yours
are fault-lines
that cause
this weary planet
to quake and quiver
during earthquakes
tsunamis
hurricanes
and mad crazed
awakenings
of Vesuvius


and like rich
molten lava
you push onward
endless
volcanic


meeting me in sweet slumber

reminding me
of what is
was
and may be


and i greet you
with open arms
hair wild
natural
wind
whipping
tresses


as your chin
rests
in the crook of my
shoulder


oh, such utter
peace


and we watch the world
we were born of


together


© Susan Marie 

Artwork © Lynne Meredith Golodner