Dylan 🐢

(Negative connotation lmao)

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I’m blown away by the color poems.

“Emerald feels like basilisk stone”

“Purple sounds like meditation”

“Orange sounds like honking cars”

“Gray sounds like the olden days”

“Diamond sounds like angel voices”

Like! Kids are geniuses from the start.

Ok I am taking a break from socials because I’ve been feeling too much pressure. But Bluesky rn is a low stakes place to post so I wanna share this.

I teach poetry to 4th graders once a week. We did “color poems” and I had told them that my dog died last week.

Children are amazing.

She was the happiest dog you ever met. She definitely chose us and I will miss her forever.

Wherever you are Izzy girl I hope you have chicken and the biggest space to twirl and dance.

My family’s dog died on Friday. Her name was Izzy.
Pikunii n dogs have shared our history since before stories could be told about them. We believe a dog will give their life to save their people.
A day later my traveling fam escaped a car wreck with nothing but some bruises.

Thank you Izzy. 💛🐾

Maybe the tears are necessary. I managed to write a verse that amplifies my solidarity and that feels good.

“Who makes the rules? Who tracks them down?
What’s with these ghosts all over our town?
Who makes the rules? Who tracks them down?
Sure are transparent even without their shrouds.”

Trying to write more honestly these days in regards to songwriting but it it always ends up in me crying my eyes out. How are we supposed to create art about the state of the world when all it does is bring you back to a state of grief?

Happy Valentines Day to my best friend, my most competent debate partner, my silliest pal, my sweetest boy. I love you over and over again.

Anybody that watched that fuck ass Snoop and Tom Brady commercial needs to go watch Two Distant Strangers. It’s been on Netflix forever you should’ve watched it by now.

Rage towards an oppressor is not the same rage of a racist. You should know that by now. If you don’t, you’re colonized.

Just added a March 14th gig at Western Cider 🐢

Just did! Beautiful! Gonna put some moon water out tonight. ✨✨🌕

And I plan on finishing it once it becomes available on a smaller screen where I can feel those emotions in the safety of my home with the safety of love that understands. It’s important for me to digest the art of black artists and I will commit to that!!!

I’m sorry that I left the theater today Roxy.

Im predisposed to panic attacks in the best of times, and it is absolutely a testament to how well this film was treated in its making, that it induced such visceral emotions today. A great film to be sure.

Holy cow! I just went to Nickel Boys and I think it is an absolutely must-see for folks looking to learn up on reform/prison schools in the Jim Crow south.

That being said: HUGE TW for POC, particularly Black folks. The 1st person POV is relentless and claustrophobic and the abuse is so upsetting.

An Infinitesimal Speck and a Loud, Courageous Thing, by Dylan Running Crane 5 track album

Howdy! Figure it’s a good a time as any to pin this to my page. Here’s my EP! Give it a listen if you want to. If you don’t that’s ok and I forgive you but I’ll never forget …

dylanrunningcranemusic.bandcamp.com/album/an-inf...

“Why don’t they play popular music at the Super Bowl anymore.”

— Man who thinks 1996 was 10 years ago.

Important day to remember that native people aren’t mascots and as unimportant as the topic may seem to some the continued appropriation of native imagery in sports teams is a continued practice of dehumanization and colonization!

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Ugh i know it’s so sad but Phil Collin’s goes so hard it kinda balances out

Here’s a video from three years ago no you don’t get any context.

Look at them!!!!!!! ✨✨

Oh my god yes

Buckley dog I love you. Huge fan of your existence.

Do we even have laws anymore?

You do have power. We have the pieces to win, it is simply a question of how and when to employ them. It is a long and complex puzzle, but it is in the end: hope, commitment, and strategy that wins the game.

Advocate for yourself and others. Be a helper. Love you. 8/8

And the answer is weigh your power. What pieces do you still have left? I have my brain, my body, my home, my family. I have my voice, my music, and my writing. Your pieces will be different. Your pieces of power will reflect your life. But now is the time to use them! 7/-

I suppose it’s just relevant to me again. Or at least, brought into the context of my current reality. I’ve been badgered this entire month (in no small part due to Inauguration Day) with moments of felt powerlessness. Staring at my hands wondering what the fuck am I supposed to do now. 6/-

It’s probably psychologically relevant to some that this mental practice really only comes into play when I feel I am “losing.” At odds with someone or some admin that has an inherent, understood power over me. I look at the table, see my missing pieces, and play the best I can. 5/-

As I’ve grown (and admittedly fell out of my chess practice) I still find that mentality useful. In instances of negotiation with landlords, spats with bosses, moments of needed self advocacy, I reach back and find that mode of weighing my power. Obviously, in less literal ways. 4/-

But what I loved the most was being able to quantify my power, as it were. Should I be losing in pawns I still had my bishops. Still had my queen, a knight or both, and in the end my king still stood. I liked the puzzle of weighing how I could use my remaining power to win. 3/-