Clementine von Radics

Capture1Clementine von Radics has quickly become one of our favorite writers here at You Are Remarkable. Her words have the remarkable ability to make you feel as if you can take on the world. Many fans of her writing have gotten tattoos to permanently wear her beautiful words on their bodies. It’s easy to see why one would want to carry her words so closely. When you read her words they almost feel as if they were written for you, about you, at that very moment. We are honored to be able to share her with you. Enjoy. You can check out our personal favorite poem here.

What is your name?
Eriel Clementine von Radics

How old are you?
22, nearly 23.

What makes you feel remarkable?
Accomplishing my goals, and then immediately setting higher goals for myself.

If you are having a sub-par day, what do you do &/or say to make yourself feel good again?Snuggle my cat and drink red wine.

Where do you think love hides?
I didn’t know it was hiding.  I’m finding it just fine.

When do you feel most loved?
When I’m at home.

What inspired you to put yourself & your poetry​ out there on the internet?
There’s no way to lose when you’re unknown and you put your work online for free. Either no one notices it, and your right where you started, or people find it and start to pay attention to you, and that’s how your career begins.

Do you receive much negativity on your tumblr site? if so, how do you deal with it?
Very little. Most of it is when I speak out for women or against ableism. I try to not let that become the majority of my interactions. I want to be seen as a writer, not an activist, but lately it’s been clear to me that I do have a platform and I should use it responsibly. People have started to listen when I speak, so I want to speak about the things that are important to me.

What is your favourite rainy day activity?
I live in Portland, Oregon. Every activity is a rainy day activity!

What do you think is the most beautiful thing about people?
Unbridled enthusiasm and joy.

When you hear the word “beautiful” what image immediately pops up in your mind?
My boyfriend’s face. (I know, I know)

When you started your tumblr what were your expectations? Did you expect to build such a huge following?​
No, I didn’t. I never had the confidence to believe I could be a professional writer, but writing became my full time job within six months of starting my blog. I am extremely humbled and grateful by that.

You tackle m​​any tough subjects in your pieces including sexuality, chronic illness, domestic violence, & the media’s warped perceptions, are there any subjects you won’t write about publicly?
I don’t write negative things about people who are good to me. I don’t write about problems with my family, given or chosen. Those are people who love me and support my work, and I’m not about to thank them for that support by airing our dirty laundry.

Why do you think it’s important to write about these subjects?​
I don’t always think it’s important to write about. I usually write on a subject because I have a lot of feelings that I need to process and I think that it’s something that will resonate with my audience. And then there are some that I write because I get angry that there is not enough writing like it in the world. Lately I’ve been very interested in trying to write about traumatic or divisive experiences without moralizing them.

What makes you feel hope?
“Anytime I see an interracial couple older than my dad, anywhere in the world, on a bus, holding hands,  I can’t help but think the battle is already won”
-Tim “Toaster” Henderson

Who do you think is a remarkable person?
Any female writer is my hero.

How much do you think you’ve changed in the last ten years?
I’m not in the 7th grade anymore, for one thing.

What is the best thing that has happened to you in the last year?
Getting my book deal with Andrews McMeel. All the traveling I’ve been able to do because of my writing

Where do ​you find confidence?
Personal style.

Why do you think feminism is important?
I feel there are very obvious discrepancies in equality and perception of roles in our society, and people of all genders are harmed by patriarchal thinking. I think feminism has to tie in to an overarching discussion of  social justice. The issues of all marginalized people must be part of that discussion. I am a feminist because I believe that dialogue is necessary and want to be a part of it.

What were your goals when you started Where Are You Press?
I liked the idea of bringing legitimacy to the online poetry community. I had a lot of success with my first book, and I felt I could help recreate that with other poets. I reached out to poets I had always admired, like Kristina Haynes and Meggie Royer, and it grew from there.

How has the reception been for Where Are You Press?
We’ve more than doubled in size in the past year, I hope to keep up that momentum

Do you have a favorite piece that you’ve written​?
I really like “For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambitions And Trembling Hearts

Do you have a favorite piece, from another poet, published through Where Are You Press?​
They’re all amazing. I have a soft spot in my heart for our first Where Are You Poet contest winner, Until I Learned What It Meant, by Yena Sharma Purmasir

What are your three favourite books?
I have a hard time answering questions like this, but right now, off the top of my head,

  • The Unexpurgated Diaries of Henry and June, Anais Inn
  • Slouching Towards Bethlehem, Joan Didion
  • Angels In America, Tony Kushner

Where do you live?
Portland, Oregon

Tell us about your part of the world.
Come visit. There’s lots of trees and water and good food.

What should others do to make the world a better place?
Engage with it wholeheartedly in the ways you feel you can best contribute

What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever received?
There’s not a shortcut to being a good writer. The best mentor, pedigree, any of it, it’s  all useless without putting in the hours to learn and practice.

What is one piece of advice you would tell your high-school self?
Just knuckle down and survive, it’s going to get so much better soon.

How do you deal with failure?
Take time to grieve, then let it be a spike in your gut that inspires you to fight harder.

Any final last words for our readers?
Being tough and soft-hearted is really brave and cool.

“For My Mother When She Doesn’t Feel Beautiful”.
Don’t worry about your body.
It isn’t as small as it once was,
But honestly, the world needs more of you.
You look in the mirror
like you’ve done something wrong,
But you look perfect.
Anyone who says otherwise is telling a lie
to make you feel weak,
and you know better.
You’ve survived every single day
for as long as you’ve been alive.
You could spit fire if you wanted.

Happiness vs. Comfort

Happiness comes in fits and spells. Happiness is like a wave, it crests and then it falls, smashing to pieces and mixing with everything that lies below it. It becomes one small piece in an ocean of weight. Weight built on rage and joy and sadness and melancholy. Hate and joy. And life has plenty of both. Sometimes I feel like I could and should tear the world apart with hate and joy. Sometimes I feel like that’s all that lies on the edges of everything I know. Just hate and joy, and when the mania soaks the tissue of my brain they lay there in bed together, and ask me to smash holes in windows. To smash holes to escape, to escape out into the world out there or to escape, because I can’t feel the pain in my heart when there’s blood on my hands and my knuckles throb in pain. Then I can’t feel the indescribable, indefinable pain that’s been laid down by years and years of weight, the load, the straps ripping into my shoulders under the weight.

Happiness is a constant and moving destination, it is not definable and you can never rest in it’s comfort forever. For comfort is not happiness, comfort is comfort. You could tear yourself to pieces always looking for happiness, always searching, always picking up and moving, always chasing an always moving thing. So you must ask yourself, at some point in life, what it is you want? Happiness? Or Comfort? And will you have the will and courage to be faithful, like lovers, no longer searching, no longer seeking that which does not exist, but resting in the comfort of a voice in your ear when they put you in the ground?

Will you have the courage to lie in bed with the other, happiness or comfort and ignore all of the possibilities that lie on the other’s shore? Will you let your choice whisper into your ear until you’ve given yourself up to sleep, finally alone in freedom, or burdened by comfort?

-Chad Foltz

Favorite Quotes!

“You have a right to experiment with your life. You will make mistakes. And they are right too. No, I think there was too rigid a pattern. You came out of an education and are supposed to know your vocation. Your vocation is fixed, and maybe ten years later you find you are not a teacher anymore or you’re not a painter anymore. It may happen. It has happened. I mean Gauguin decided at a certain point he wasn’t a banker anymore; he was a painter. And so he walked away from banking. I think we have a right to change course. But society is the one that keeps demanding that we fit in and not disturb things. They would like you to fit in right away so that things work now.”

-Anaïs Nin

Meditation Monday

I attribute myself to being the Princess and the Pea. Sleep, to me, is precious. It is our body’s way of accepting the beating it took through out the day, forgiving you for it, and allowing you to feel safe while it mends and rejuvinates. Sleep is necessary for physiological and mental functions that we aren’t even aware of, unless you’re like me and lucid dream, eventually waking up feeling like you just ran for your life. I wake up when the sheets are tangled and when the blanket is falling off the bed. I have to sleep with a fan on and if the coyotes (or Chupa Cabre as I like to call them) are out, no fan can block out their blood curdling, child murdering cries.

So… I lay on my back and silently, slowly say my mantra for sleep.

My toes are relaxed.
My toes are relaxed.
My toes are completely relaxed.

My ankles are relaxed.
My ankles are relaxed.
My ankles are completely relaxed.

My knees are relaxed.
My knees are relaxed.
My knees are completely relaxed.

My hips are relaxed.
My hips are relaxed.
My hips are completely relaxed.

My fingers are relaxed.
My fingers are relaxed.
My fingers are completely relaxed.

My elbows are relaxed.
My elbows are relaxed.
My elbows are completely relaxed.

My shoulders are relaxed.
My shoulders are relaxed.
My shoulders are completely relaxed.

My neck is relaxed.
My neck is relaxed.
My neck is completely relaxed.

…I would go to my face, but I haven’t made it that far.


Silver God & Black Emperor

It’s always shit and piss and blood with you, sir. Can’t you, can’t we, just take a break and imagine the vast rock enclosing us? We should be lifting our fists to heaven, but instead we’re lifting them to each other while grasping bottles, cancer, and over priced steak that is seasoned to bloody perfection.

And yes, it’s a game. We enjoy the dirt and the naughty thoughts, but there has got to be more. Life should be an endless fucking pursuit for that infinite moment. You know! That moment Charlie talks about while riding in the middle of a pickup truck? That moment where oblivion and clarity come together to create the sublime.

And the sublime, shit. I know its horrific and yes, I know its terrifying, but if we didn’t have the world’s mountains and oceans and tall, tall skyscrapers, we would never know just how insignificant, yet significant, we really are.

So listen to Charlie, and hell, listen to Largeman and search the abyss. Explore, fall, and swim for as long as you can because you never know when the darkness might strike you like those matches you always seem to be burning.

Stacey Renberg