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| Poet Lo Galluccio |
Lo Galluccio is a writer and vocalist who served
as Poet Populist of Cambridge from 2013-2015.
Her first poetry chapbook, “Hot Rain” was released by Ibbetson St. Press
and another, “Terrible Baubles” came out on Propaganda Press. Some of the poems
were set to music by pianist Eric Zinman with whom she made a CD of the same
title in 2012. Her prose-poem memoir,
“Sarasota VII” was published by Cervena Barva Press in 2010. Her first Knitting Factory CD, “Being
Visited” was hailed as “by turns mysterious,
seductive, surreal and spacey” by NYC DJ Vin Scelsa. “Spell on You” – her follow up record –
inhabits a totally different world of bluesy rock, spirituals and jazz
standards. Lo is currently a student at
Stonecoast’s low res MFA program in creative writing. Her writer’s site is
www.logalluccio.weebly.com.
Why I write
I write to
underscore parts so my life has music, to add a layer of intelligent analysis
to it, to objectify it—I write to overthrow negligence and to reinstate
caring. I write to create waves of
language, like an ocean on which my life-boat bobs. I write to exercise my given gleaming and
edgy particulars. I write instead of
watching a horror movie, because of the horror movie, because it’s scary to be
a human being surrounded by crimes.
Because memories of the past can be enshrined by an alphabet of
signs. I write to know myself
better. I write to exaggerate and
refine. I write to create a cook book of
life recipes, to look backwards, to look forwards. I write to be at ease; I write to labor at
something. I was taught to write and so
I write. I write to get better at
writing. I write to unload crates in my
mind. I write to condense experience and
to flag what happens, what has happened.
I write to better my chances. I
write to clean my lens, to sharpen the focus, to snapshot happenings, to add
color and time to things. I write,
sometimes, hysterically about what I want and what I can’t have. I write sometimes calmly as if I were at the
prow of the boat and the horizon lay smoothly ahead. I write against treachery. I write for love and against it. I write so I will be rescued by a hero. I write as if I were the heroine of a tragic
romance. I write to commemorate the
villain. I write so others might see how
hip and afraid and intense I am. I write
to reach my fellow humans. I write in
beams. I write in knots. I write over
some shit and beneath it. I write to
fly. I write to dream better. I write to caress life. To be loved, I write.
Lo Galluccio
Why I Write –
prompted by the Creative Non-fiction book
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