Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 72
June 1, 2020
"Listen and support,
and use all the privileges
that you were born with."
and use all the privileges
that you were born with.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
A hell of a lot of people chose to unfollow me over the last...
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A hell of a lot of people chose to unfollow me over the last week of posting about #blacklivesmatter and sharing my sentiments. A hell of a lot of people said they didn’t need to see any more photographs, read any more poetry, because I chose to speak out against racial injustice, I chose to be an ally that uses privilege instead of hiding behind it. To those that left, goodbye, good riddance, and thank you. Thank you for reminding me why it’s so important to stand up, to speak out. Thank you for teaching me patience and compassion, even when it’s not given back to me. Thank you for reminding me that there’s so much more fighting left to do, that everyone in any position of privilege, even when it’s as ridiculous and unearned as being born with white skin, needs to fight too. Thank you for reminding me why I spoke out, that justice and kindness and truth is more valuable than followers, or even my own career. I have always spoken out, for the lgbtq community, for this, for any cause that I believe in, and every time I do, so many people leave, turn their back on me and the art I create. Thank you, all who leave, for the Spring cleaning, for the weeding of this garden. I will never stop speaking out, I will never stop supporting equality and human rights, so if this does not fit into your life, your social media feed, three things: Goodbye, Good Riddance, and Thank You. (at Helena, Montana)
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May 31, 2020
Typewriter Series #2987 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Chasers of the...
Typewriter Series #2987 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Chasers of the Light Podcast is on Spo t i f y or iTunes * Link in bio*
What if I shot only in silhouette,
exposed for the light
and left all the rest
in blackness
and pitch?
What if we saw, finally,
that when reduced down,
we’re the same,
but different?
Cheeks into lips into chin,
neck into shoulder,
fingers to hand
to wrist,
aren’t we all
the same?
Stand, face the shine,
and I’ll put you
between me
and all that glow.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Black lives must matter
before I listen again
that “all” lives...
Black lives must matter
before I listen again
that “all” lives matter.
.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana)
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"Black lives must matter
before I listen again
that “all” lives matter."
before I listen again
that “all” lives matter.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I am posting this again, today, because I wrote this before this...
I am posting this again, today, because I wrote this before this new unrest, before these riots, this anger and frustration. I am posting it again, this typewriter series #2977 because more people should see how I feel, because I am ashamed of the 400+ years of oppression and mistreatment my race has inflicted on other races. I am posting it so you’ll share it, as step one in being more active and vocal about changing things. I will not ask people of color how I can help, because it’s not their job to tell me, to coach me, it’s my work to do. All I can say is, enough. Please, share this.
.
White man with an axe
Swinging at men like they
Are firewood.
Calm down, said they,
it’s ok, it’s ok.
Cops never even reached
For their guns.
.
Black man on a jog,
chased down like hare,
like quarry for the
camouflaged Confederates,
calling themselves law.
No one bothered to tell them
they lost the war.
.
White man with assault rifle,
talked down like child,
painted in the press as
Mentally Ill, sick and in need of help.
Gently they held his hands
behind his back,
watch your head, said they
before closing the door.
.
Black man with cell phone
made perforated
by itchy trigger finger and
inferiority complex,
he matched a description,
said they, as badges and
pistols were handed back.
Shine your medals, let them
catch the sun.
.
Slavery never disappeared,
it was just marketed better,
handcuffs in place of chains,
penal system as plantation,
still they fear the whip,
still they cower.
.
I am ashamed
of the color of my
skin.
.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
(at Helena, Montana)
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May 30, 2020
Typewriter Series #2986 by Tyler Knott Gregson*Chasers of the...
Typewriter Series #2986 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Chasers of the Light Podcast is on Spo t i f y or iTunes * Link in bio*
A boy of the birds,
was I,
palm open with seed
and hope,
tenderness that called
them in.
Never fit, when fitting
began, floated like bubble
unpoppable and light,
bounced where others burst,
showed you yourself
if you got close enough,
distorted but
beautiful.
Boy of the birds,
I was,
eyes to the dance
of murmuration
on spring sky,
the quiet patience
that told me
they’d always come back
home.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Walk to me today,
make them our last steps apart,
come and start...
Walk to me today,
make them our last steps apart,
come and start our life.
.
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (at Helena, Montana)
https://www.instagram.com/p/CA01WU3FxPa/?igshid=14e2en598kzp1
"Walk to me today,
make them our last steps apart,
come and start our life."
make them our last steps apart,
come and start our life.”
- Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
I have thoughts about George Floyd, police brutality, and the...
I have thoughts about George Floyd, police brutality, and the virus that’s underneath all of it, racism. I wrote about this the other day, Typewriter Series #2977, and within moments of posting it a white person said that I was wrong, that ALL lives matter, the same rhetoric that has excused and explained racist, bigoted behavior for far too many years. If all lives mattered, Black lives would matter, and the startling reality in this divided joke of a country is that they absolutely do not. Nearly two hundred years ago our country went to war about slavery, an issue that divided us then, and divides us still up to the highest reaches of our insane federal government. Nearly three decades ago, a man was beaten within a half inch of his life by police, riots ensued, pop culture references from Tupac to Fresh Prince on this targeted brutality towards people of color followed, nothing changed. Over a decade ago, this country elected its first ever black president, still our nation was split, still nothing changed. Nearly half a decade ago, a football player took a knee during the anthem, was outcasted, and still, nothing changed. Then, now, still, thousands of people of color live in fear of those sworn to protect them, they are targeted, harassed, abused, beaten, and murdered as still, Nothing changes. We are a broken place, built on the backs of stolen souls brought here as slaves, as property, and as hard as Lincoln fought to stop this, still, nothing has changed. All lives cannot matter until Black lives do, and until we born with white skin and privilege can stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves without their hands needing to be raised into the air, nothing will change. This is a fight that’s been going for years, and the time is now to fight harder than ever before, to stand with all people of color, to use our privilege to stop pretending we “don’t see color” and start celebrating the color we do see, start protecting the rights of those who are losing theirs on a daily basis. The time is now to say ENOUGH, admit the divide, that there’s a right and wrong side to this fight, and to stop trying so hard to pretend that’s not true. Enough. (at Helena, Montana)
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