I had honestly planned to write each of these entries off as quickly as possible. The last two entries were a combined total of more than 3000 words, and it’s literally taken up my entire Sunday writing them. I’m afraid american poetry club (what, they have no caps locks in Missouri?? You people disgust me) are going to bear the brunt of my frustration at being unable to sufficiently edit myself, and I’m not going to say much about their delightful little blast of lo-fi emo.
I mean, I was going to talk about change, I was going to say how the belief that people never change is one of the biggest barriers to growth and self-improvement, and that much of what people interpret as people never changing is people not wanting to change. I mean, I was going to, but now because of time constraints I’m not even going to mention it.
Like, if I was going to talk about it, I’d mention people who realise they are gay late in life. Some of these people were always gay and didn’t realise it, but some of these people just weren’t gay and then were. Shit happens, things change. I know people who used to identify as gay, and now wouldn’t. They’re the same person. Everything in life is on a spectrum. People should be free to slide around it. People think they know themselves, but very few do, and you should always be prepared to change based on new things you find out about yourself. I recently found out that I have a real passion for yoga, despite previously despising everything about it. I didn’t ‘change my mind’ on yoga, really, I just discovered that I didn’t hate it.
I know what you’re thinking- that doesn’t sound very relevant to american poetry club (jeez, you don’t even need a caps lock, just hold shift when you type the letter). I see what you’re saying, and it’s a shame I don’t have time to explain the link. If I did have time, I would have said how much I used to hate emo music. Were it not for the constraints of time, I’d explain how laughably terrible I once considered all emo to be. I’d tell you how much I loved the last Hotelier album (again), and how that affected a minor change in me. I’d say that emo is now amongst my favourite genres, and how the american poetry club (fucking hell! Doesn’t your word processing program tell you that ‘American’ needs to be capitalised?? Right click the red line underneath it if you don’t believe me) record is the type of record I would hate as recently as 2015, yet now find absolutely lovely.
Again, real shame about the lack of time
Perfect. I used to consider 46 minutes to be the perfect album length, as it would fit perfectly on one side of a cassette tape, but there are plenty of examples this year that suggest the perfect length might be closer to 20. Imagine that: two albums on each side of a cassette tape. What a time to be alive
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