Happy Haunts Here

A Poem I Wrote For Multiple People

Marathon For A Dead Swan

Star-grazing string kids

whispering 

about how we would've

stacked the waves

like toppled horses with 

frantic flow. 

But what are we but 

grouchy tigers 

chasing paper boys

through green glass

castles?

Back To The Blogging

And let a more frequent output of online essays/articles/etc. begin!
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WAKE UP, BOSTON!
Get Unplugged!
Get Uncomfortable!
Get WILD!
FIGHT FOR YOUR FUCKING ART!

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Listen to WEMF Radio!

http://wemfradio.com/Live/

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NEW BAND!! :: CONDO BOX PARTY
Condo Box Party is about listening to & enjoying the sounds inside the boxes of dead shit

all around us. 

Experimental, Rock, Hip-Hop 

(Music & Performances Coming Soon!!) 

https://soundcloud.com/condoboxparty/

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Trolofone: Telephone Tomfoolery

http://trolofone.tumblr.com/

I wanna get back in

business with this

shit.

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>> Jarva's Blog: http://jessicajarva.blogspot.com <<

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Katie Baker

@snappybakes

February 2013 - TV Show

Uncovering old writings and digital documents.

This was from February 22nd, 2013. 

Softly self-deprecatory spoofs.

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Katie, Get Out of My House! 

very short snippets of Katie in different people's houses being weird and being told to leave.

[snippet #1]

transition into TV show environment. studio audience, theme music. Katie sits at a table with the host. 

[brief chat]

((in the Show studio, Katie is smiley and proud, although still somewhat oblivious and awkward. her character in the snippets may be inconsistent.

[more snippets]

host talks to Katie about what a productive week of getting asked to leave houses. host comments on some highlight moments, asks Katie about her personal favorites.

host asks Katie what it's like.

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host moves on to the next guest, but Katie is still sitting there.

Dream Pickings

Dream Pickings
by Katie Baker

 We talk about sparks and fire
 like a force that shreds us all.
Chasing the wind of the moment, grappling
with the bursts of highs and guttural lows.
Motion chews at my stomach and head.
Itch, tingle.
Running for it even if you’re wrong;
this is the spirit we employ.
We fight
like feral children
making holes and burning things
in riotous harmony.

Dream - Draw - Drive

Illustrations of Identity

These are from the Pink Book, a pink sketchbook I got in July 2010. From that summer after high school graduation through my first year at college. Here are some concept sketches for sculpture, exploring identity and representation of the self.