Jon Sands w/ Shira Erlichman. Mollie & Jacob.
Producing Poetry, Being a student of the game not just a player, Love Ultimate frisbee, live artistic expression, fierce friends, Athens Ohio, parks on nice days, actual wilderness on nice days, speakin' Spanish, listening to people talk about rims, outside (granola blood pumped through concrete streets), farmers markets, I've never met the burrito I didn't fall for.
Music
Andrew Bird, OutKast, Black Star, Atmosphere, The Avett Brothers, Southeast Engine, The Snails, Cee-lo, My man D Jones, Joanna Newsome, The Beta Band, Lauryn Hill, Brother Ali, Aesop Rock, The freakin' Beatles, The Makebelieves, Ryan Adams, Zero 7, A Tribe Called Quest, Talking Heads, And Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings
Movies
High Fidelity
SLC Punk
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Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Keystone Classic documentary and pretty much anything else by Angie Vargos
Television
Television is the devil, one more thing preventing us from doing things that are actually cool while brainwashing hours of commercials...but crap, i always watch the Bengals, and I'll be damned if the 30 Rock i've seen isn't piss pants funny
Books
being human being, ,the sixth Harry Potter, Morning Constitutional by Michael Magee, Atlas Shrugged, Just a Couple of Days by my main man Tony Vigorito (never hesitate and always wear a bike helmet), Different Hours by Stephen Dunn, Autobiography of Malcom X, I & Apocalypse by Erin Wiles, The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll by Alvaro Mutis, Pallbearers Envying the One Who Rides by Stephen Dobyns, Black Unicorn by Audre Lord, and A New Hunger by Laure Anne Basolar
Heroes
My folks, Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr., Groucho Marx, and Clementine
searching through fingertips to find a better world, not quite able to make out the shape, but i swear, it's on the front of our tongues right now, escaping in the form of noisemakers, shaking ourselves vulnerable, smacking chips on tables without fully understanding the card in our hands. I am a generation attempting to conceive a living and a difference in the same breath. Cracked pots, forever glued back together, wearing inexperience in a nametag that someday, if we're lucky, might say... "solution"
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From First Thursdays in Honolulu
When I speak of myself well, and in the third person, it tends to sound a bit like this...Jon Sands is a poet living in New York City. In his first year of competition he was a member of the LouderARTS New York City poetry slam team. Subsequently, he earned position as a finalist at the National Poetry Slam in Austin, TX. Jon has toured throughout North America performing and facilitating workshops. He is a recipient of the first ever LouderARTS fellowship grant, as well as a member of the 2009 NYC-Urbana Poetry Slam Team. He is currently the Director of Poetry and Arts Education Programming at the Positive Health Project, a needle exchange center located in Midtown Manhattan. He is also one-fourth of the nationally acclaimed electricity-fest, The SpillJoy Ensemble. Cristin O'Keefe Aptowicz, author of "Words In Your Face: A Guided Tour Through Twenty Years of the New York City Poetry Slam" said, “To witness the poetry of Jon Sands is to come face-to-face with a force of nature. He is a baby-faced cyclone, a wild twister of poet who isn't afraid to use everything he's got to move an audience, to absolutely blow them away.” Jon is perpetually attempting to discover what makes the sloppy muscle inside our ribs tick into such a beautiful mess.
oh yeah...i'm also kinda like this
Who I'd like to meet: Andre Benjamin, Mahatma Gandhi, Benjamin Franklin, John Lennon, George Harrison, Ringo Starr, Paul, Fozzie Bear, Malcom X, You, Gertrude Stein, Thomas Paine, Stewie Griffin, all relatives that died before my birth, Cee-lo, The Marx Brothers, Lex Luther, Martin Luther King Jr., Moses, Allen Ginsberg, Teddy Roosevelt, Dinosaurs (both the 90s tv show and the real thing), Plato, Timothy Leary, Marvin Lewis, Tom Jackson, Amelia Bedilia, Trey Anastasio, Roald Dahl, Muhammad Ali, Pele, Kris Kros, Dizzy Rascle, Frank O'hara, and the funniest person alive
Through your poems you have shown your ability, and shown me that I should never just look when I can actually see, and late at night in a smoky room - when I'm all alone - jamming on some tunes - I remember words that I heard from you. That's not bullshit, that's true. Back here, back home, back where you once roamed around without a microphone - we still get stoned and tap the ashes from the bowl, a few hot coals bringing ourselves to our souls. We're still here wherever you are, and we remember your face, and not just an empty glass on the bar. Have a pat on the back of where you come from, a tribute to you, for National Poetry Month! :D (Uh-huh, spillin' my skills without gettin' ill, and ridin' on the wheels of confusion! More Coffee...)
i thought that i missed your date in Berkeley...and now I realize I have a whole month! give thanks. happy you are still shining your light and insight, see you soon my friend
Hi Jon. First time on here in ages. I look forward to talking to you one of these days. You may think we've drifted but we've only been drifting in circles. We've never been that far away and we're making our way back! Miss you. Happy Hanukkah. Hi to the fam next time you see them.
