Rusha Moon InterviewRecorded Feb. 25, 2025
Rusha Moon Press
1. Can you speak to your relationship with underwear and growing pains?
I shared boys’ underwear with my brother until I was 11 or 12 which is also when I stopped feeling growing pains in my shins every day. I was bigger than I was supposed to be by 11 and I had no doubts that God did not exist.
My sister and I saw girlhood at similar times but we saw it from inside of a tinted box where we could watch Barbies on the outside but only the silhouettes and we could not touch them. We found ways to find out about magazine beautiful woman anyways because of the internet but by then we had practiced seeing each other as weapons of resistance for long enough that the lady’s pervent perfect curved hips did not mean much to us or our own bodies.Every few months, I again feel the pain I did when I was getting taller. And I have returned to boxers. I think I see what God means now.
1. Can you speak to your relationship with underwear and growing pains?
I shared boys’ underwear with my brother until I was 11 or 12 which is also when I stopped feeling growing pains in my shins every day. I was bigger than I was supposed to be by 11 and I had no doubts that God did not exist.
My sister and I saw girlhood at similar times but we saw it from inside of a tinted box where we could watch Barbies on the outside but only the silhouettes and we could not touch them. We found ways to find out about magazine beautiful woman anyways because of the internet but by then we had practiced seeing each other as weapons of resistance for long enough that the lady’s pervent perfect curved hips did not mean much to us or our own bodies.Every few months, I again feel the pain I did when I was getting taller. And I have returned to boxers. I think I see what God means now.
2. Graphite. Mirrors. Red Clay. What do these mean to you?
The concrete was always the substance to tear me open and the
graphite was the first to sew me back up. The mirrors came next, then
the clay. What do these mean to me?
Like angels; graphite, mirrors, and red clay are messengers that “carry the weight of our burdens, our sorrows, and our joys” (hooks). Angels are ever-changing. “They see through our false selves” (hooks). Everybody needs a few.
I have never known what an angel would feel because I am not a being unburdened by guilt or shame and I am certainly not innocent. Luckily, what I lack in perfection I make up for in humanity.
Like angels; graphite, mirrors, and red clay are messengers that “carry the weight of our burdens, our sorrows, and our joys” (hooks). Angels are ever-changing. “They see through our false selves” (hooks). Everybody needs a few.
I have never known what an angel would feel because I am not a being unburdened by guilt or shame and I am certainly not innocent. Luckily, what I lack in perfection I make up for in humanity.
3. Express in words, all the rules and teachings of the World Peace language?
If you would let me sleep in your fears, I would sing in them, dance in them, set a table in them, eat in them...
4. How does your approach vary, if at all, towards writing, vs painting, vs 3d making, vs friendships and lovers?
All of these things are guided by the same principles that guide
my hook shot. I fail hard and often. I make 12 beats and 11 of them are
terrible. Expectations are premeditated resentments. I break hearts
sometimes. I have an extra electrical pathway in mine. This sometimes
gets me down. But I never stop shooting.
I am not in the business of success and there’s not a ladder for me to climb to get where I’m going. I do the dance for the love of the dance. Fast feet take me there but slow feet do too. At the end of the day, I know I would be a nothing person without writing, painting, 3d making, especially friends, and especially lovers.
I am not in the business of success and there’s not a ladder for me to climb to get where I’m going. I do the dance for the love of the dance. Fast feet take me there but slow feet do too. At the end of the day, I know I would be a nothing person without writing, painting, 3d making, especially friends, and especially lovers.
5. What do you dream about in your first night spent in a you-sized hole I stand awake and pray for the trees I will have to cut down the next day in order to survive.
6. You live your life wading through a sea of words. What is the title of your poem?
“I’m Full of Anxious Pleasure and Mistakes”
7. How would you describe the 2 warring worlds of Seattle and New York from your experiences?
I ran out of words to answer this one but I love cities. I had a
Minecraft dream last night I was in a war in a perfect landscape and
trying to care for sick people. One of them was lying about being sick
to get in to my hospital. Someone had to save me. They saw that look in
his eyes and stabbed him in the neck. I never noticed the look in his
eyes, I thought they were shining blue from faith. This is a metaphor
for something that I wonder about in my real life.
8. Why is the word epic so important?
Cause in Fortnite when I get a epic gun I know I’m gonna catch a Victory Royale and make my family proud