about ₊⊹. +₊ ⊹
hello! my name is savannah brown. i'm an american-british writer and internet spirit. you might know me from
youtube.
i'm obsessed with communication, intimacy and questions like
why are we here and
what is the universe and
how did that ladybug get inside the house.
i've read for the oxford union, toured supported by the english arts council
and was the patron of the foyle young poets prize.
i grew up in wadsworth, ohio and moved to london when i was a teenager. at the moment i live in edinburgh
with my cats juno and bug.
the only social media i use right now is
instagram.
loves: a reaallllyyyy long back scratch, sitting down in the shower, bed, sleep, dreams, foggy days, rainy days, green mornings, two bottles of wine in a pink bedroom with lover, laughing so so so hard, computer, other people's trampolines, someone with a strong personality taking me places and showing me things, that feeling when my mind reaches across the gap
hates: advertising. politics. when there is a shard of popcorn in my gums
books: near to the wild heart by clarice lispector, the passion according to g.h. by clarice lispector, my work by olga ravn, the employees by olga ravn, pale fire by vladimir nabokov, 1982 janine by alasdair gray, the story of the eye by george bataille
music: declan mckenna, sylvan esso, phantogram, kate bush, david bowie, do nothing, dead man's bones, jack stauber, wolf alice, everything everything
thinking about: intuition, surrender, submission, dreams, psychedelics, 'eschatology', love
work ⊹ . +⋆
i post all new writing (+ readings) on
patreon:
diary 1.02 (shame, etc) 31 10 24
...mark another plot on the map towards intelligence you’re still missing, and might always be missing, the intelligence that you’ll require to arrive at the real point, the point rooted in and returning to the nexus of all human and universal experience, the sublime place, and you sit with the writing day after day, waiting for the thought that closes the current, waiting for the new intelligence that will let you show everyone the sublime place, and you’re waiting, you’re waiting, but the intelligence never comes, and your ultimate, radical point gets brighter and hotter and closer to the nerve, the light is briefly immense, unsayable, and then it is nothing.
diary 1.00 03 06 24
the rumination, to do entirely with what I interpret as my social failures,
presents itself as important ‘work’: if I keep thinking about this ‘problem’ (the problem being something uncomfortable that I did, felt, thought, or said,
or social-me, the general concept of), I’ll finally figure out what about me made the failure happen, and with this knowledge I can become normal, and perfect in my normalcy.
Oblivion game 11 05 24
So much of it was true, Sigmund, you who pit the cherry
of the conscious and tongue-tied its stem...
Trip 01 02 24
Dove resented her trajectory from Turtle’s sole companion to part of a beloved many,
when Dove only ever wanted to be with Turtle. The parties made her sleepy. The nights out made her sleepy. Dove’s love was concentrated, like a laser; Turtle’s love was
enormous and indiscriminate, like the sun.
my poetry collections:
closer baby closer, 2023 [.pdf / buy]
sweetdark, 2020 [.pdf / buy]
graffiti, 2016
my teen novels:
missing, 2021
the truth about keeping secrets, 2019
selected interviews + reviews:
interview, our culture, 2023
interview, metal, 2023
interview, luna collective, 2022
closer baby closer review, SPAM press
closer baby closer review, sunstroke magazine
sweetdark review, our culture
kirkus review of missing
kirkus review of the truth about keeping secrets
[back]
coming coming coming coming
events +*ﾟ.⟡
sometimes i read in person! it is a lot of fun
but there's nothing planned at the moment . . .
event archive
[back]
07 11 23 scragg's alley, carlow college, ireland
27 10 23 in conversation, ucl, london
12 10 23 in conversation, dynasty typewriter, los angeles [sold out]
01 10 23 chapter house booth, brooklyn book fest
30 09 23 in conversation, books are magic, brooklyn [sold out]
20 07 23 "WE'RE ALIVE :)", matchstick piehouse, london [sold out]
01 07 23 ms society charity event, the old library, london
28 05 23 performance session, gulp fiction, oxford
21 04 23 poetry night, rondo theatre, bath
31 03 23 swoon, metre squared, london
27 11 22 new and selected poems tour, earth, london
22 11 22 new and selected poems tour, komedia, brighton [sold out]
20 11 22 new and selected poems tour, the sugar club, dublin [sold out]
19 11 22 secret bootleg belfast show!!!, accidental theatre [sold out]
17 11 22 new and selected poems tour, the 13th note, glasgow [sold out]
16 11 22 new and selected poems tour, voodoo rooms, edinburgh [sold out]
13 11 22 new and selected poems tour, gullivers, manchester [sold out]
10 11 22 new and selected poems tour, voodoo daddy's, norwich [sold out]
07 11 22 new and selected poems tour, wardrobe theatre, bristol [sold out]
further links ﾟ+｡*ﾟ+
my email address is savbrownpoetry (at) gmail (dot) com
find me on
patreon,
youtube and
instagram.
more soon.
this site is designed to last.
leave a message :) ₊⊹. +
quotes ⋆˙⟡
“...to do something and do it again, from morning till evening, and then to dream of it at night, and to think of nothing except doing this well, as well as I alone can do it...”
Nietzsche, The Gay Science
“Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.”
Rainer Maria Rilke
“One of the main functions of organized religion is to protect people against a direct experience of God.”
Carl Jung
“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend.”
Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
"All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.”
Arthur Schopenhauer