Profile avatar
aarikdanielsen.bsky.social
Midwest arts journalist. “Realist of a larger reality." Writing a collection of night essays. Posts will skew toward poems, rain, the San Francisco Giants and Thelonious Monk. He/him. https://aarikdanielsen.com
1,399 posts 1,122 followers 670 following
Regular Contributor
Active Commenter

“It’s not a villanelle, motherfucker” — my gf

Normalize walk-up music for writers at their readings. This will be my new jam should the lit world allow it: open.spotify.com/track/63uZZw...

"Maybe it's best if I admit everything that is fucked up about me and my writing practice in the first paragraph of any piece of writing." — Billy-Ray Belcourt, A History of My Brief Body

That feeling that you’re finally coming into your own at 44

8 years ago #TwinPeaks Part 8 premiered and once again changed television. #DavidLynch @markfrost.bsky.social

Uh y'all, I don't know how to tell you this, but @pleiadesmag.bsky.social accepted this in record time (it's my first fiction pub, so it's all record time to me). It's still all Holly's fault, but some blame now goes to @maritza4770.bsky.social too (positive). Beyond flustered in the best way.

My queen has spoken and I’m so proud of us

Please don’t ever let me forget what it was like to talk to her till 4 am, to say the things we already know but in a way that made them seem like revelations, like dreams pushing through into the real world

Petition for shows on weeknights to start and end before 10 p.m.

I am a late fucking bloomer, which is to say two things: 1) I have a short story on submission for the first time ever ever 2) It's all Holly's fault (positive)

I don't have big feelings either way about Benson Boone (I like a few songs), but the early paragraphs of this ‪@jeremydlarson.bsky.social‬ review are pure gold. pitchfork.com/reviews/albu...

For the 100th time (and not the last), let me say ... it's very right and good to have a therapist who shows their emotions alongside you and drops a few four-letter words in your session

Fine I’ll play

Gf is trying to convince me to cut my hair into a mullet and be uncle Jesse for Halloween (she’d be aunt Becky of course). My response:

My god, it’s breathtaking

"From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more than alone at the bottom of the well where the moon lives, can you pull me ..." — Denise Levertov www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42525/...

She loves me in words of affirmation, in dresser drawers, in line edits, in voice memos for me and for the other people I love most, in the fires she lights under my ass, in fingers interlaced like branches, in laugh-till-you-cry recaps of old Disney movies, in

How to immediately grab Aarik’s attention (from A History of My Brief Body by Billy-Ray Belcourt @twodollarradio.bsky.social)

All over the world, people just want to live their lives.

Draft finished ... and still pretty good

"With me you get dinner and a show," my gf said of her personality, exercising more self-awareness than nearly anyone I know.

my periodic reminder that your artistic work — your writing, music, dance, whatever it is — is crucially important for you and for the people who receive it, in ways you might never personally experience or grasp. you gotta trust me, please keep going

If they heard the voice memos we trade, the stories we tell and embody for each other, we’d either be hailed as celebrities or cast off as exiles

I once again am left speechless by these fools beyond the notion that I would like to stop living in the Left Behind novels.

at least he didn't do something truly reckless like try to forgive student loans

I confess: I’m in the pocket of Big Do Your Own G.D. Writing or Don’t Call Yourself a Writer.

It's officially a billion degrees in the lower Midwest (go ahead, fact-check me). Yet I can't help but crave the heat I'm traveling into. A few hours more and I'll be with my best friend, my lover. The warmth we make, the sweat that beads, the heat lightning she offers, my favorite summer weather.