"So Much Synth" by Brenda Shaughnessy - Poetry Book Review - Billimarie Lubiano Robinson, Typewriter Poetry

Time Traveling into a Well-Kept Room

I remember feeling strange, to be in the town but not of the town. I came across Shaughnessy’s Our Andromeda while quietly stacking inventory for Princeton students in need of textbooks. She was a local poet, working with the Princeton MFA’s Emerging Writers series and teaching at Rutgers. Now, returning back to the east coast, to New Jersey, to Newark–it seemed like the perfect time to read Shaughnessy’s newest poetry book, So Much Synth, during the five hour flight from Los Angeles.

"With Ink" by Billimarie Lubiano Robinson - Typewriter Poetry

Typewriter Poem: “With Ink”

Found out my friend Ryan passed away last year. We met at the Canoga Park Art Walk a few years back…I typed him a poem, he showed me his drawings. Young guy. Potential. We stayed in touch, hanging out and talking, reflecting. The last time we talked, he told me he was focusing on recovery.

Meeting Mika (& Mobius Percussion)

Mobius Percussion is a group of four innovative musicians coming together to build something spectacular as they ascend into the realm of performance and art. Their renditions are visceral vesper reminders from long forgotten dreams. I was taken by their music to a multitude of places…I was, and continue to be, enthralled by the lofty experience Mobius offers.

Los Angeles Makerspaces…and Conductak

Most of the people I typed for at last year’s Artisanal LA event have blurred together in memory. Even still, there is one fellow I have no intention of ever forgetting. He came over with a friend. She wandered off to take pictures as he and I began to talk. At first, we did the basic Typewriter Poetry dance. He asked about the project, I answered with my usual bases covered. Soon, something shifted. He sat down on the floor. I halted my work on another person’s poem. We dove into our hitchhiking and traveling stories; afterward, he shared his love of robotics and electronics with me.

A Poem for Ophelia

Ophelia–also known as “Killer Rabbit”–is the one in the blue #15 helmet. That evening, she moved in a way that reminded me of my younger self. An untouched sure-footedness which, I think now, stems from being oblivious of your own confidence. It’s something tough. Lasting. The aura before you discover what awkwardness really means.

me & thelittleblackcoffeecup

Last week, I got a chance to meet up with Ashley (creator of The Little Black Coffee Cup). We only knew each other through Twitter, thanks to our mutual philosophy–“substance over stuff,” as she aptly says. We connected over delicious gourmet coffee, then explored the artsy streets of Culver City.

"Couple #11" by Billimarie Lubiano Robinson - "this ain't sand / we're stepping on, but pebbles / polished stone, our bodies warmed / by fires inside // thank you, vodka / and pineapples" (Typewriter Poetry)

“Couple #11”

Now that I’m back home, I can upload the rest of the couples series I wrote for National Poetry Month. I’m not sure if I should continue taking pictures of the poems, or just scan them into the computer. Which image style do you think is best? Here’s an example of a scanned poem, and here’s an example of a photographed poem. Would love your opinions! Thanks 🙂

"Friday the 13th" by Billimarie Lubiano Robinson (eira) - "Everyone's got a number. / You're either lucky / or you're not. Me? / I've been spinning off a dime, drenched / in spontaneous time. Caught the last flight out / of Honolulu. Grabbed howzit's / from people with the best intentions. / All this despite a morning" (Typewriter Poetry)

“Friday The 13th”

On Friday the 13th, I had a very lucky day hitchhiking. A beautiful family picked me up on the side of the road in Lihue, Kaua’i, Hawaii. They even gave me $10 for the bus fare. I left them this original poem underneath the bus bench they dropped me off at…hopefully they received it 🙂 Mahalo!

“SPRING”

prompt: “Can you please write something regarding japan, lost & new love, nostalgia, tying in with the blossoming Sakura?? It’s very important in their culture, yet I see so few poems about it. Or you can feel free to venture into any topic relating to japan or Sakura, I’m a Read more…