Just 7 Poems by Gabby Gabby
Gabby Gabby is back. A lot of people asked me ‘Where did Gabby Gabby go?’ I responded with ‘How would I know? I only exist on the internet, not in real life.’ There’s another, old piece of ancient wisdom I’d like to share about online presences. ‘If someone is IRL for a while, are they still relevant on the internet?’
‘Just 7 Poems’ answers that question. Yes, Gabby Gabby is still relevant. Her work suggests just how quickly one’s style can evolve. The internet serves as a place for rapid consummation of culture. Yet it also serves an even greater purpose: to help receive feedback and evolve. Gabby Gabby’s work evolves at a breakneck pace. I’m going to go out on a limb and say it ‘Just 7 Poems is Gabby Gabby’s best work yet’.
1. Describe life. Life is hard. A two year old on a Winnie the Pooh child leash is at least a quirky way of subjugating young children. The sound of a secret must have a pretty bleak tone. I’ve been in a Barnes and Noble basement for 7 hours. That’s where I do my best alt lit readings to no one. Love the New York aspect. So many young artists travel to New York to learn, to become famous, but it’s hard. It isn’t easy in New York; it isn’t the most welcoming of places. New York is city concentrate; it requires a lot of elbow work and money.
2. I wish I had a home. Lately I don’t live anywhere besides the internet. Sometimes I dream of falling through the floor of my old house and living there. My parents would wonder who else is on the internet but I’d stay hidden.
3. Take a side. Your bones are at war. Write on the soles of shoes, and save the souls of unborn shoes. Do this now. Wish I knew about Virginia or Middle America. I’m rather disconnected to whatever goes on in the rest of the country.
4. Suburban streets never have enough gravel. Gravel from the suburbs is usually exported to urban and rural areas. The gravel is used as a way of scaring children, telling them if they misbehave they’ll be sent to the most neutered place imaginable. A suburb is where creativity goes to die.
5. You can’t find happiness at McDonalds. If you find happiness at McDonalds you’re probably dead inside. Gabby Gabby seems really ‘mentally healthy’ to me. Fuck the dean of whatever bullshit department, the department of pretending to give a shit.
6. Corn is usually unimpressed with everything. Corn is the ‘seems bleak’ of the plant world.
7. This is the prettiest one. I feel sad reading it. It reminds me of long nights hanging out with people, drinking, being relevant. Now that I’m older it happens with alarmingly less frequency. Wish I could be cool a little longer. I know how to be cool now, exactly what to do. Yet that knowledge is useless to me as I’m constantly reminded by my own age, by my failing eyesight and sore joints. At least my wife and kids support me.
Gabby Gabby is more than somebody worth blogging about. She’s someone who is going to great places. Her writing is on an upward trajectory, constantly improving upon itself. Reading Gabby Gabby’s stuff is like watching as someone perfects their craft. And she’s getting pretty damn good.