I wrote this late at night in a hotel room in Melbourne, after seeing P.J. Harvey perform at Hamer Hall. I don’t remember the year, but I do know it was February 20, Kurt Cobain’s birthday. I couldn’t get to sleep, and lay awake in the small hours, composing in my head. I guess I must have slept eventually, but I was awake early, and went into the other room to record the words in a notebook.
They said he was ubiquitous –
but I knew he was just everywhere.
on a million magazine covers,
five million bedroom walls.
bulldozed into landfill everyday,
for toilet paper and cereal boxes.
And still it wasn’t
Never has one person
been wanted by so many.
In 2011, I traveled to Seattle, Portland, Olympia, Aberdeen, Port Angeles, Victoria BC and back to Seattle. Before we left, I printed copies of “Ubiquitous”, in simple sentence form, on business cards which I tucked inside small seed envelopes. I added no ID, or clue to where they came from, since I thought it would be more interesting to just release them and not know what happened next…I left one in every hotel room we stayed in, plus other places we visited, such as the Nirvana exhibition at EMP in Seattle, and under the Young St bridge in Aberdeeen (sadly, next to syringes left by someone else).
Sometimes I wonder what became of them all – did hotel cleaners find them, and toss them in the bin unopened, or did they stir someone’s curiosity – and if they did, who did they think I was writing about? At EMP or Aberdeen, it would be fairly obvious, I guess, but otherwise…?
If I was doing it again, I think I’d make feedback possible, like with a message in a bottle.