Quintessentials RANTFEST 2022
Riot Against Wretched Reliquary
An unsent Twitter rant turned poetic philippic…
Riot Against Wretched Reliquary
Finding vital vocation as a highly sensitive, autistic, autodidactic, & alliterative transgender queer, relationship anarchist, & INFJ w/ ADHD & an aqueous/alluvial astrology, a petty polymath who knows a lot about a little & a little about a lot,
is damn near impossible in this perversely prude, perpetually polluting, pompous patriarchal & cisgender gerontocracy lead by allistic ableists, frenzied fascists, fanatical fundamentalists, morbidly mutilating misogynists, maniacal monopolists, rampant ruinous racists, & sexists
that condone corrupt corporatism & cruel colonizing capitalism, mandate mundane monotheistic matrimonial monogamy, grant gratuitously graphic gentrification, & guarantee the egregious erasure, ecumenical eradication, & tyrannically tragic genocide of transgender totality, and yet
despite dangerous crushing cancers of kakistocracy, I remain resolute, recognizing I’m a wondrously weird word witch with prodigiously profuse powers in alchemical allegory & magical metaphor: I totally transmogrify toxic tropes into truly tremendous traits, talents & techniques.
Flow follows Fixation finding focus
Terminal tendencies taught towering Tenacity
Scrupulous Sensitivity secures subtle surrender
Analyzed awkwardness allows Authentic action
Othered outlooks organize optimal Opportunities
Relentless Rumination return revolutionized reliquary
I’m pretty proud of this one. Last week, after hours of searching job listings, I was burnt out and went to Twitter to rant real quick before bed. Well, six hours later and I had the bulk of what you see here, but it was still unfinished and unsent. RANTFEST seemed like the perfect opportunity to labor away for a few more hours on what I’m calling RAWR. The title was the last thing that came to me and so the start required a rewrite. Each stanza is precisely the length of one tweet; 280 characters. This is what constitutes a hard day’s work for me, something society rarely relishes, won’t warrant an adequate wage, and will wash away in online obscurity. C’est la vie…
Riotous regards,
💜 Victoria Quinn 💜
