i could write my magnum opus or i could simply go to bed Savannah Brown 2021-06-23 | patreon: http://www.patreon.com/savbrownhttp://www.instagram.com/savbrownhttp://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownthings i mention:'everyone's favorite musical comic' is bo, obviously, u guys all saw that shit right'watskycles' (i'm so dumb) IS TO MEAN watsky, line is from his song don't be niceit's called the dunning-kruger effectthe franz wright poem is called publication datethe other poems mentioned are glow by ada limon, wild geese by mary oliver, my god, it's full of stars by tracy k smith, and for grace, after a party by frank o'haramusic in order of appearance:so funny - haley blaisk.k. stroll - the inimitable k.k. slidergrape soda bby - fox academyhorologist - osokubye darla (it's sad to say goodbye) - fox academypretty - fox academy
is the world getting worse Savannah Brown 2024-03-05 | not unquestioned optimism..channelling whatever desynchronicity we feel into projects in which there is touchable benefit...art...c*mmuni*y...me:http://www.patreon.com/savbrownhttp://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownhttp://www.instagram.com/savbrownhttp://www.savbrown.comthx to the inimitable @cjthex for reading a draft of thisyou gotta experience the carousel of progress youtube.com/watch?v=_p9gayNy5Rgis the world really darkening?: forbes.com/sites/kalevleetaru/2019/05/14/sentiment-mining-500-years-of-history-is-the-world-really-darkening/?sh=6b7d108235ef‘be my freakin' guest, bentham’: https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/utilitarianism-history/duck and cover!: loc.gov/item/2022604365that is actually the sound the sun makes: nasa.gov/solar-system/sounds-of-the-sunprogress, from the stanford encyclopedia of philosophy: https://plato.stanford.edu/entries/progress/the last question by isaac asimov: https://users.ece.cmu.edu/~gamvrosi/thelastq.htmltolstoy's essay the art of the future: panarchy.org/tolstoy/art.html00:00 - intro00:22 - base-level mind-hacking03:22 - maybe numbers would help07:51 - bedtime stories12:50 - maybe nietzsche was right :(16:25 - spec fic
what is love. baby youre hurting me ow ow ow Savannah Brown 2023-10-08 | here's the patreon!! http://www.patreon.com/savbrown cool lil place, i'll see u insideother stuff!!http://www.savbrown.comhttp://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownhttp://www.instagram.com/savbrown+ i have a poetry collection called closer baby closer about..this topic US: https://notacult.media/books/p/closer UK: doomsdaypress.co.uk/product-page/closer-baby-closer00:00 - patreon00:31 - what's going on03:23 - ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch09:31 - that which cannot be taught but must be learned13:35 - epilogue
im not an alien im just autistic :) Savannah Brown 2023-08-01 | what do u get when u cross undiagnosed autism with the american midwest and catholic hell?? two thumbs!! this guuuuy!!!!meeeeeepatreon: http://www.patreon.com/savbrownhttp://www.savbrown.comhttp://www.twitch.tv/copaceticdronehttp://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownhttp://www.instagram.com/savbrownmusic in order of appearancemusical mandalas falling awakek.k. lament (aircheck) by k.k. slider the dogsad 8-bit track youtube.com/watch?v=Ieko8-aRvqw11pm animal crossing new leaf💕 burn baby burn by sea power 💕mice on venus but make it nostalgic youtube.com/watch?v=v1wMBrkUEFE00:00 - drama01:56 - hello03:11 - mysteries of the past11:11 - mysteries of the present17:30 - mysteries of the future
if im you and youre me then...whos that Savannah Brown 2022-10-18 | closer baby closer: doomsdaypress.co.uk/product-page/closer-baby-closerthe tour has since concluded but more to come....patreon: http://www.patreon.com/savbrownhttp://www.instagram.com/savbrownhttp://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownvid things: that absolute banger of a tune is i am steve by the band hey stevethe end song is bathtub water by fox academythe poem 'the desired change will occur' is by bill cartythis uhh perhaps goes against the moral here but since i know you will want them, big five truity.com/test/big-five-personality-test / enneagram truity.com/test/enneagram-personality-test / character test openpsychometrics.org/tests/characters / difficult person test idrlabs.com/difficult-person/test.phplove u!
SO MANY SMALL LIVES FIT INSIDE THE BIG ONE Savannah Brown 2022-09-12 | getting over a coldpatreon: http://www.patreon.com/savbrownhttp://www.instagram.com/savbrownhttp://www.twitter.com/savannahbrowncloser baby closer on doomsday: doomsdaypress.co.uk/product-page/closer-baby-closerdirect from me: savbrown.com/shopUS edition: https://notacult.media/books/p/closerthe tour has since concluded but more to come...doomsday: http://doomsday.press
i have something for u Savannah Brown 2020-03-13 | LINK TO PREORDER: savbrown.com/shopadd on goodreads: goodreads.com/book/show/49247951-sweetdarkwas rly debating still going ahead with this now in the midst of the Everything That Is Happening but! figured things will only get stranger. hope u all are thrivin n survivin and that this is perhaps a fun little virus-free distraction. i am genuinely so excited for people to read this one!! feels sort of like i've Arrived!!blurb:'Savannah Brown’s long-awaited second collection of poetry is at once philosophical and accessible, just as concerned with the biggest questions of being as the smallest personal desires, which might be one and the same. London (and occasionally the apocalypse) as a backdrop, SWEETDARK explores the transience of existence, the pursuit of vulnerability, pleasure, chaos, and the dichotomy of a life wholly experienced, full of so much darkness and so much sweetness, sometimes in the same breath.'other links:insta: http://www.instagram.com/savbrowntwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownwebsite: http://www.savbrown.comi wrote a novel (the truth about keeping secrets): amazon.co.uk/Truth-About-Keeping-Secrets/dp/0241346304also a poetry book (graffiti): amazon.co.uk/Graffiti-other-poems-Savannah-Brown/dp/152721219Xand another poetry book (sweetdark): http://www.savbrown.com/shopmerch: http://www.savbrownshop.com
life cheated us all and im full of angst Savannah Brown 2020-02-19 | bless this mess !!!!aftercare: a scaldingly hot shower, a long walk on a nice day, burying ur face in a tolerant cat’s belly fur, scooby doo 2 monsters unleashed, cleaning ur flat, my ‘is it summer yet im gonna scream’ spotify playlistafteraftercare: epicurus and ethical hedonism, sort of antinatalism, nietzche’s eternal return, also have been reading fernando pessoa and camus and a bit of emil cioran’s books full of Very Melodramatic Tweetsthis vid isn't monetized bc i just HAD to USE my SONGS didn't i but if u enjoyed this and would like to give me a Lil Sliver of Money u can: ko-fi.com/savbrownsongs are gotta get up by harry nilsson (hello russian doll) and blue heaven and metal both by fox academylinks:insta: http://www.instagram.com/savbrowntwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownwebsite: http://www.savbrown.comi wrote a novel: amazon.co.uk/Truth-About-Keeping-Secrets/dp/0241346304merch: http://www.savbrownshop.com
forming real human connections? sounds fake but ok Savannah Brown 2019-11-18 | patreon: http://www.patreon.com/savbrownhttp://www.instagram.com/savbrownhttp://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownwebsite: http://www.savbrown.comi made this in a day and i have no idea what it is!! hope u like it tho! ! ha ha!!the two songs at the end-ish are 911 and salem both by fox academy
i only feel valuable when i succeed and i should cut that out Savannah Brown 2019-10-29 | links:insta: http://www.instagram.com/savbrowntwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownwebsite: http://www.savbrown.com
a growing thing: a poem Savannah Brown 2019-07-18 | thanks to bert for filming: http://www.youtube.com/bertieand duumu for the music: twitter.com/duumuhttps://t.co/xhac7yWRTohttps://t.co/RimOqEIGRgwords:surrounded by the sloughed ribbons of my bodyi take the long way home and find you there, girlbanner in a rioting wind, capricious little grouchstarved for something unknown to everyoneespecially you– of course you’re angrywatch as you eddy the tadpolesthinking yourself some omnipotent godfrom the pond skaters, the foxgloves, you’ll accept prayers until lunchscent awash in greenraking at tree bark knees a growing thingit’s you, really, in the murky water and the mason jaryou’re a relic of a soil-buried epochphosphene-drenched kaleidoscope of days,days which yawn so deeplythey wrap round the other sidetoo dizzying to love anywhere but from a distancewhen we meet i hold your face in my hands(myfaceyourhands)you smile like swelling yellow spring and pleadtake me with you, finished thingand how, then, can i not piece myself backtogether? she’s wrong.still flowering, same baby-wrists encircledby blades of grass, samemetallic ring of bird bones:so how can i not look at myself —(in the reflective universe behind our house,off the silver-tinged powder of august haze) — how can i not look at myself andlove her, too
the truth about keeping secrets chapter one Savannah Brown 2019-02-21 | props to the mirror for exposing my TERRIBLE POSTURE!!!the book is out now!support your local bookstore!!: hive.co.uk/Product/Savannah-Brown/The-Truth-About-Keeping-Secrets/23116585amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2u16lDKamazon US: http://amzn.to/2G3Kctdbook depository: http://bit.ly/2IxYa4Pwaterstones: waterstones.com/book/the-truth-about-keeping-secrets/savannah-brown/9780241346303add TTAKS on goodreads: goodreads.com/book/show/39091679-the-truth-about-keeping-secretsfollow me:website: http://www.savbrown.comtwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrowninstagram: http://www.instagram.com/savbrowngoodreads: http://bit.ly/2G4Sjplbuy GRAFFITI:amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2HDN7pBamazon US: http://amzn.to/2IzEMo7
madness of two Savannah Brown 2017-09-30 | this is a poem about an unhealthy relationship.......+ words +she winces at the kitchen table,squeezes her thigh to bury the sting,and saysyou know,i don’t think i was scared of death until i met youremind me—were you scared of time?folie a deux. it’s frenchfor madness of twoit means that her blood’s not clean, andif you drink it, you’ll end up with the exact same sick, my friend.don’t say i didn’t warn you!her honeycomb’s sweet, but your sanity’s sweeterone of you the tapewormthe other is the sheepand you can lead a sheep to answers,but you can’t make them thinkbut, here’s the hot-lipped truth of it:everyone’s sad. don’t think you’re special.everyone’s sad and everyone’s scaredand everyone carries it around with them, wallets spilling over with wilted daffodilsand finger bones—everyone’s got their own sludge.but when you mix it, ohthat’s when you get into the dangerous stuff.and you’ve done much more, than mix, dearthis is bona fide alchemyblack magic shityou’ve made a new monster, frankensteinand it appears it doesn’t want you to leave the houseno need to panic, but in panic we trustit always gets the job done!she eats the unlucky fliesbecause she just wants you safe,says listen. i don’t mean to project,but i’m pretty sure we’re the onlytwo people on this wretched planetwho aren’t on fireso why catch?it’s so dangerous out there -why go?we have everything you could ever need in herepull the blinds, darling!they don’t need to see
a poem for ohio Savannah Brown 2017-01-04 | links:insta: http://www.instagram.com/savbrowntwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownwebsite: http://www.savbrown.comi wrote a novel: amazon.co.uk/Truth-About-Keeping-Secrets/dp/0241346304also a poetry book: amazon.co.uk/Graffiti-other-poems-Savannah-Brown/dp/152721219Xwords:where you are born will never changein name nor place nor creedold words decay and footprints fadebut it’s still home indeedsomeday you’ll make the grand returnto see with outlook newall that has gone, where the time wentif they’ve forgotten youthe smells are unfamiliar inthe boxed-up clothes you woreeven mirrors don’t reflect the wayyou thought they did beforeyou’ll find the buildings taller, thatthe halls are full of ghostsbut everything still here iswhat you remember mostfirsts and lasts and birthdays(july would warm them all)frigid days spent breathing inthe apple-colored fallwe slept until the winter whenthe world was painted greydraped ourselves in scarlet andit all melted awaybraving rain, we’d pedalto the river styx at duskwhere the world did not stretch further thanthe thickets and the rusthere, i play the role of past-girljumping back onto the scenei fit the part so nicely thatyou’d think the girl was methough i may roam (to different sights! -out of small shoes i’ll grow)there’ll always be a part of methat’s filled with ohio
loving like an existentialist Savannah Brown 2016-10-22 | this is loving like an existentialist. i hope you like it.written by meanimated by maddy vian (twitter.com/Maddyology)music by tom rosenthal (http://tomrosenthal.co.uk)filmed by ciaran o'brien (twitter.com/ciaranobrien)edited by memy book/merch: http://www.savbrown.comtwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannxhbinstagram: http://www.instagram.com/savannxhbtumblr: http://savannxh-b.tumblr.comsnapchat: @savannxhbthere are many theories as to how we came to be(i’m not sure which one i believe).did we appear as dually flickering lightsabove a hazy skyline?fluttering, distant,choking on stifling fog:first solitary decades of lifeas a lukewarm utterance into the vacuum, whispering, “oh, what is this emptiness?”haggard gesturing suggestinghalf is not missing, but wholeand someday, when beacons collide,not coincidence, but prophecy,wrenching claims of meant-to-bethe sparks erupt in ultraviolet chaos,volcanic, raging,a mighty wallop of colour and sound,a shattering cry of belongingsplitting time itself.i don’t think so.i don’t think i was born to love anyoneexcept myself, and even that,some days, i’m not sure is true.i don’t think our initials are carvedinto anything immortal,let alone battered into the very cosmos;the air didn't lock into place upon our arrival,awaiting the moment our silhouetteswould one day fill the empty space.i could fall in love with a melody,let crawl through my body(or a train ride, or alabaster sheets;there are chemicals that do these things to me),i could grow fond of many thingsbut how particular my fondness of youhow fervent, how violent, how gentlei think we're just mothsriding on the backs of giantsand i wasn't drawn to youbecause our wings are both bluebut because they're the same colouras everyone else’sand you were willing to listen towhy that scared mewe’re not star-crossed but we can still wrap ourselves in the seamsof a quilted universe that we did not stitch;bathe in the glow of a sunthat does not shine for us;run atop an earth thatdoes not feel our hurried footstepsas they thump,thumpthumphow lucky we areto have nothing expected of us.quickly—all the time we will ever knowis tapping her toes on the doorstepand i do not want to keep her waiting
extraction: a poem Savannah Brown 2016-08-03 | just a short one. it's like inside out but edgylinks:insta: http://www.instagram.com/savbrowntwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownwebsite: http://www.savbrown.comi wrote a novel: amazon.co.uk/Truth-About-Keeping-Secrets/dp/0241346304also a poetry book: amazon.co.uk/Graffiti-other-poems-Savannah-Brown/dp/152721219Xwords:if i forced on you a scalpelwould you use it as i sayi’ll sit still while you penetrateand slowly slice the flesh awaymilking from my skull with youracquiescent touchburrow deeper, quickly, faster—at any moment this’ll be too muchfor me to takeclutching arm as you descendlatex stings, drill bit singsdigging into brain until it bendsnow, please, for mei’ll say, with incandescent whineextract my anger from the sinewpluck my lust destroy my pridedo these things make me a manasks my ego, lurid leechlatching fast onto the stem with mymalice and my greedmy contempt does me no favourstied tight to intensityit looks too much like passionso they’re all taken from mewith a swoop and ripassertion dead after irecunning cut from contemplationso this is what they all admireand then fill the empty spacewith some cotton and some webstitch me up with twinetie a bow atop my mangled headand then everything’s fine
civil wars (original song) Savannah Brown 2016-06-19 | chords are easy!! the chorus is dm f c g, the "ah"'s are dm f dm g, chorus is am f c g, and the bridge is am g c g. i was just picking whichever notes i thought sounded nice. feel free to change it up :-)+ words +i’m a freak, please, try to understandi hold my pen funny and i can’t stop thinking 'bout the end of timesomething i’ll never see but oh, i want to so desperatelylittle mind, steps unsteadyand i'm not readyto hurdle through the atmospherei’ll end up somewhere far from herei’ll end up somewhere far from youin bed i’m fighting civil warsstill don’t know what i am here forsome nights come crashing in,lately i just let themi like to think we’re on repeatmaybe everything has to endbut when i open my eyes againwe meetand it’s good as newand again, i get to fall in love with youit wouldn't be so badif i could take you with me, ohi guess it's not enoughbegging to live forever, noin bed i’m fighting civil warsstill don’t know what i am here forsome nights come crashing inlately i just let themthere’s a great big world out theremy dear, tell me how can it be fairwhat will become of mewhat will become of youwhen we learn to stop timethen for eternity you’ll be minewhat will become of mewhat will become of youwhat will become of mewhat will become of you
i dont mind (original song) Savannah Brown 2015-10-29 | http://www.savbrown.comtwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrowninstagram: http://www.instagram.com/savbrown+ words + it's my swim upstream dream to breathe deep and feel reality you wash over me like i’m filled with amphetamines oh my god, is this it?you never think you’re gonna go like thisdeath from lip bites and fitsswallowing your tongue until you call it quitsbut i don’t mindit grows warm in a waylike a cool pool of water on an ever cooler dayand it’s nice to sit and think inno i don’t mindi don’t want to fussplease don’t move the moon for me, i don’t mean that muchi’m not even much fun at partiesdon't like when you look at me that wayi'm never sure what to saymy feet won’t let me run awayi know i’m just a boring clichei’m not sure how it’s donerepeating words in my head like i’m reloading a guncan’t think which step comes after onestuck at the start disguise undonebut i don’t mindi just might stay at homeit’s quiet there, i think i’m better off alonebecause i can go to sleep when i want tono i don’t mindcan’t apologize againi’m neck deep in my mistakes so i’ll just drop by wheni’m readybut i’m never ready i want to keep up but your strides are too fast and far and stronglately i’ve been struggling to feel like i really belongbut i don’t mindit grows warm in a waylike a cool pool of water on an ever cooler dayand it’s nice to sit and think inno i don’t mindi don’t want to fussplease don’t move the moon for me, i don’t mean that muchi’m not even that much funoh no it’s fine, i’m just going insanei’ve got a black hole for a heart and bullet for a brainhow did i end up heresee it’s okay, because in the endthe ground will swallow us anyway with all of our friendsand i won’t feel so different anymorenot so different anymore
moles dont think about space or small talk: a poem Savannah Brown 2015-06-12 | links:insta: http://www.instagram.com/savbrowntwitter: http://www.twitter.com/savannahbrownwebsite: http://www.savbrown.comi wrote a novel: amazon.co.uk/Truth-About-Keeping-Secrets/dp/0241346304also a poetry book: amazon.co.uk/Graffiti-other-poems-Savannah-Brown/dp/152721219Xwords:i would like very much tolive in a small hole in the ground like a molea small hole for an even smaller molemaybe dug into the side of a hilland i will close off the entranceto keep out the chill of the winters,heat of the summersno one would know, but please tell my motheri’m sorry, i’m sorrybut it had to be donebecause when you can’t run from theinvisible weight of the world teetering on your shoulder bladesjust smother yourself with dirt bury yourself aliveso at least then you know where thesuffocation is coming frombecause when i can feel my stomachbeing pulled out through my lipsand forced back down againwhenever its decided soi’d at least like to knowwho’s responsible so i can thank them for giving mea gag reflex crafted from steeland the artistry to construct acreative, well-rounded list of a thousand and oneways i could diei’ve learned that when fire and ice combinethey don’t divide, they multiplytwo extremes don’t cancelthey intensifyand yes there’s somethingbringing the coldbut oh i bring the burnif i was a molein the side of a hill i wouldn’tseek that same masochistic thrill thatkeeps my human heart humminghuman mind numbingsomeone please help me, i think i’m becominginsignificant againthat’s the third time todaya mole wouldn’t cry whenasked of its daywhen i was little i was toldi had an excellent imaginationwho ever would have guessed i’d use it in the creationof my own personal hellwhere everything’s my faultand no matter how small i geti always take up too much spacewhile at the same time taking upno spacebecause have you ever thought abouthow big space iseveryone’s so smallbut i’m the biggest small of them allnot if i was a mole in the side of a hillwith neither the heatnor the chillit’s quietand cosybut really, that’s silly andi don’t suppose wecould come to some sort of agreementfor there’s lives to be livedbusiness to conductthere’s moments to experienceand there’s nothing to discussthings to think too mucheverything to think too muchi always think too much
real estate: a poem Savannah Brown 2015-04-03 | words:i am my owni have built myself a one bedroomsingle bed home in my boneswith a garden and white picket fence but if you had senseyou’d look close to seethe paint curling offthe planksso obviously,i’ve never understoodwhy i stain it so religiouslywhen it’ll always be a mess underneath the fake finessebut i digressi keep my lawn manicuredsnipped short till i bite skinand if you ask nicelystep through the land minesyou can come inwe’ll enter through the atticit’s a topsy turvycluttered catastrophewhile some spiderweb-coatedcorners and cranniescover the spaceother parts are pristinesparkling, new, unusedbut if only i knew what to dowith the walls, short sprawling versesenvelope them allthe heart, i’d sayis the living roomand if you don’t mind the palpitationslooming threat of infatuationoccasional lack of motivationit’s not a bad spot to spend your timewhile away hours, thinking up rhymesthe ceiling drips with blood, inkand something that when yourun your fingers through itfeels like nostalgiathe kitchen’s too bigfor just mehallways too widetoo much space for echoes insideit gets lonely when you onlyhave conversations with your own voicebut i guess i have a choice i could go if i wantedshare the floorboards with someonein a place less haunted but i like it hereand i’m happy to stay in this mess on my ownin this home i have built for myself in my bones
