for may’s delivery of The Best Mail On Planet Earth i sent subscribers a red telephone handset that plugs into their cell phone. well what the heck right. attached was a private temporary phone number that went straight to my cell phone. for thirty days i encouraged subscribers to call me any time any amount of times for a spontaneous poem, horoscope, recipe, song, etc. The GoodTime Hotline was born.
different time zones helped skew context: 2am sleeping or in the middle of cooking dinner or in the shower or 5am sleeping or on the phone with my mum or a bad day or a good day or high energy or low energy i answered every single call that came in except for a few that failed due to technical issues with a secondary phone number. the GoodTime Hotline was a demanding experience in providing some form of immediate creative output for those who love my work most without time to prepare or rehearse…there was no warning…chance was our medium! and some really painfully awkward and really funny and really beautiful things happened, none of which i remember (by intention). hundreds of these special, fragile connections happened and were left where we found them.
these leaps of language faith ended with me thanking the caller and saying goodbye before they could get a word in or unfolded into longer conversations. what a beautiful experiment…thank you everyone who called and tried out something weird with me. NU WORLDS!!! <3 june's delivery is gonna be awesome...




























