Amanda Palmer

These days, Amanda Palmer lives with her husband, author Neil Gaiman, near Minneapolis, but as you might know, Palmer’s formative years were spent on the streets of Boston, working as a “living statue” mime, where she would regularly interact with “lonely people who looked like they hadn’t talked to anyone in weeks,” and then, “we would sort of fall in love a little bit.” Naturally, then, Palmer has a deep connection with the city, and it stands to reason that she’d want to express some sympathy to Boston and its residents following the horror visited upon the city last week. Rather than write a song (or do some living-statue work!), however, Palmer wrote a poem, titled “A Poem For Dzhokhar.”

Written entirely in the second person, you might assume “A Poem For Dzokhar” was trying to imagine life from the perspective of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, the 19-year-old Boston Marathon bomber who holed up in a boat, temporarily eluding a police manhunt. But why would you assume that?! Don’t you know anything about poetry?!? Apparently not. “It’s pretty much about everyone,” says Palmer, in the comments below her poem. “The you isn’t him. Read again.”

L. Ron Hubbard used to do this, you know — when someone would stumble on a section of Dianetics (which would happen frequently, as it was densely worded falderal), he would demand the reader “clear” the troublesome word before continuing. Odd parallel. Probably nothing. Anyway, when you do read “A Poem For Dzhokhar” again, and you re-read a line such as, say …

you don’t know how precious your iphone battery time was until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat.

… you might be inclined, again, to wonder if this particular observation is especially relevant to Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, who was indeed hiding in the bottom of a boat! Of course, then there are lines like …

you don’t want two percent but it’s all they have.

… which, let’s face it, could be about any of us, really (except the portion of the population that prefers 2-percent milk).

My own critical understanding of poetry is limited enough to keep me from appraising this one. But you can read it on Palmer’s blog or below, and judge for yourself. Got it? No? Read again.


you don’t know how it felt to be in the womb but it must have been at least a little warmer than this.

you don’t know how intimately they’re recording your every move on closed-circuit cameras until you see your face reflected back at you through through the pulp.

you don’t know how to stop picking at your fingers.

you don’t know how little you’ve been paying attention until you look down at your legs again.

you don’t know how many times you can say you’re coming until they just stop believing you.

you don’t know how orgasmic the act of taking in a lungful of oxygen is until they hold your head under the water.

you don’t know how many vietnamese soft rolls to order.

you don’t know how convinced your parents were that having children would be, absolutely, without question, the correct thing to do.

you don’t know how precious your iphone battery time was until you’re hiding in the bottom of the boat.

you don’t know how to get away from your fucking parents.

you don’t know how it’s possible to feel total compassion in one moment and total disconnection in the next moment.

you don’t know how things could change so incredibly fast.

you don’t know how to make something, but the instructions are on the internet.

you don’t know how to make sense of this massive parade.

you don’t know how to believe anyone anymore.

you don’t know how to tell the girl in the chair next to you that you’ve been peeking at her dissertation draft and there’s a grammatical typo in the actual file name.

you don’t know how to explain yourself.

you don’t want two percent but it’s all they have.

you don’t know how claustrophobic your house is until you can’t leave it.

you don’t know why you let that guy go without shooting him dead and stuffing him in some bushes between cambridge and watertown.

you don’t know where your friends went.

you don’t know how to dance but you give it a shot anyway.

you don’t know how your life managed to move twenty six miles forward and twenty eight miles back.

you don’t know how to pay your debts.

you don’t know how to separate from this partnership to escape and finally breathe.

you don’t know how come people run their goddamn knees into the ground anyway.

you don’t know how to measure the value of the twenty dollar bill clutched in your hurting hand.

you don’t know how you walked into this trap so obliviously.

you don’t know how to adjust the rearview mirror.

you don’t know how to mourn your dead brother.

you don’t know how to drive this car.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

you don’t know the way to new york.

Comments (85)
  1. Forget the poem (which is an incoherent mess), Michael_ are you back from the dead? or are you just a ghost?

  2. I mean, it’s definitely similar to stuff I wrote in 8th grade, so I can appreciate it from that angle.

    • Amanda Palmer replied to my dissent on her “blog”. I’d like to emphasize that she wholeheartedly refuses to understand how her words are so run rampant insensitive and how she plugs her stupid song at the end of her socially “conscious” think piece. This woman should be banned from music for life on sheer principle of being a female tool. Here is the 100% genuine exchange and my response. The first thing I wrote here to her you can find under my alias ‘Corky Anderson”. Didn’t feel the need to repeat it, but yeah, this is this gal’s feelings for everyone to see. She should certainly and hopefully lose fans for her utter insensitivity and careless frivolous attitude towards the Boston bombing. At least I really hope she does. Here it is=

      Amanda Palmer sfhjksft3267g • 7 hours ago

      I feel the need to make an official artist statement regarding this controversial poem: I regret nothing. As an artist I am free to make any assumptions I choose and create on those personal, whether unpopular, based wholly on those assumptions. I am Dhzokar. You are Dhzokar. Yin, Yang. The offense by the lot of you is taken is proof to me that my work is powerful, that many sympathize with this poor boys misguided attempt at his “15 minutes” whether or not they feel comfortable admitting it to themselves. I’ve had mine and, let me tell you, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. My personal bomb was my music and now, this poem. His personal bomb was a literal bomb. Is there really much of a difference? People have said my music hit them like a bomb and many in other parts of the world hear the sounds bombs make as music, a soundtrack to their lives. And if assuming we all have iPhones and eat thai food is hardly an assumption…Have you travelled Boston? I’ve walked these wartorn streets and sang for the cities beaten-down lower class for hardly any pay. I have worked hard to get Boston’s name on the map and I don’t feel it was so bad to use Boston to help put my name back on the map. I regret nothing…
      Not so sorry,
      Amanda Palmer

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      sfhjksft3267g Amanda Palmer • 4 minutes ago

      In spite of my obvious fury at your poem, I appreciate your response. I still strongly disagree and I feel that as an artist, yes, you certainly have free reign to self expression, but the troubling part is that AS an artist, why glorify evil? I see this theme echoed in the sentiment of other gifted artists ( and in fairness you are.) They write from the vantage point or the inner dialogue of a serial killer, school shooter, suicide victim, ect. But what does this prove? In what way does this breathe life into tragedy and offer a ray of sunshine? With your poem, you chose for a glaring moment in the media sun (as this has been covered on most of the indie blogs) to dwell on this evil young man who walked into a crowd of men, women and children, smiling and leaving 2 minutes later as their body parts blew away. Think for a minute Amandda Palmer. That 8 year old child…he deserved to be in your poetic spotlight. The man who had his legs blown off and turned ashen death grey…I’m sure he had some serious ruminations in his mind that were of greater significance and pathos to write about. Amanda Palmer, as an artist, you must understand that posting a sympathetic piece ( that IS how most people are taking it) about a man who murdered innocents is not going to be taken well. Certainly, you as an artist are brave and empowered and I have enjoyed the rawness of your shows. But when you concluded your self-vindication with the sentiment that “I am Dhzokar, you are Dhzokar”, no way man. Noooooooooo way. As hurt in life as I have been ( and indeed I have been), I’ve never willingly walked into scores of innocent souls, smiled, left a bomb and walked off to the screams of their torture and the smells of their burning flesh. I simply don’t understand any justification, particularly in light of how FRESH and recent this horrific tragedy has been. I know there is a lot of hateful comments on here directed to you,, and I certainly don’t hate you and appreciate your response. But I believe it is terribly insensitive to insinuate we are all inherent serial murdering terrorists and glorify that in a poem, instead of using your sizable platform to instead memorialize the dead or the wounded. Truly we ARE all capable of doing what Dhzokar did, but Amanda, the last thing I would even think to write to my fans and to the world about would be about his final moments before capture. I’d write about the final moments of that innocent 8 year old boy looking at the runners, smiling, happy and joyful before that evil man blew him to bits.

      • So I really like how she sarcastically closed her message to me with a P.S. about buying her hot new single! Nothing like writing a piece defending it as a “bomb” just of a different sort. Sorry but I think this woman is somewhat mental. Liberalism and social activism or whatever guise she parades under now has a line of demarcation and sounds like she crossed it. I’m reminded of Serj Tankian ( whom I adore) and when he wrote a piece on “Understanding Oil” on the day of 9/11. It was ill timed, yes, and it sounds like he was trying to some some fair justification about Saudi ties to 9/11 and the protective engendering of those ties under the Bush administration. It was ill timed of course and there was outrage, but I think he was politically motivated. Serj fights for social justice and among other things, recognizing genocide, ect. Noble things. Palmer seems to prostitute and milk tragedy for a buck. Remember her siamese twin act that included a fake bio about sexual abuse? Really funny Palmer. Your “art”. I saw her perform and do a chilling rendition of Polly in which Cobain had written about the torture and abuse of a victim at the hands of her tormenters. But….that was different. Cobain wasn’t sympathizing with the persecutors. In fact he called them out as wastes of sperm and egg. Palmer is vicariously fraternizing with a terrorist and the buck stops there. Her concerns in the spotlight are on that murdering nut who blew up over a hundred people, killing an 8 year old boy. She calls her poem “art” and defends it to the breath. Well bullshit to that, bullshit to her “art” and bullshit to anybody who uses tragedy to furthermore sell their exclusive I-tunes tracks as well as beneath her give money for Boston, include a give money to Amanda Palmer. Ok. I’m done. She disgusts me.

        • “I don’t feel it was so bad to use Boston to help put my name back on the map”
          -Good ol’ angelic Amanda Palmer, milkin’ tragedy :) God bless her.

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          • I thought this was probably all bullshit. I know Amanda Palmer is self absorbed, but I didn’t think she was capable of writing the above thing that “starlando” says she wrote.

            However, I found what he’s talking about:


            I think she might actually be a sociopath.

          • Yeah, dude, that is not Amanda Palmer. Note that there is no “mod” symbol next to the name. Just someone with a fake name logged in. As much as we’d get a kick from this being true, sorry, it’s not.

          • Only a true fool or one without a conscience would troll about the Boston Bombings, so no “Addo”, ’tis no troll. It very well may or may not be “the” Amanda Palmer, but her “poem speaks for itself, that not only is it shoddy, but her sympathies lie with terrorists. Why I devoted pages to this discussion, I do not know. I suppose its penance for my previous inane trolling tomfoolery, but if she’s going to spit in the face of America and the victims of said tragedy, I don’t think enough opinions can be expressed.
            But that’s the point sometimes of these boards-to be pro-active in exposing shitty people doing/saying shitty things. She’s worse then Morrisey and probably the next time she’s in the “news” I’ll politely ignore her. But on behalf of the Boston Bombing victims and common decency, I stand by every post I made to her and every post here. Girl needs to really get a grasp on a lot of things, the least of her problems being grammar and poetry.

          • Why put “the” in quotation marks. IT IS NOT AMANDA PALMER. Literally, it is not.

          • For the love of god, why the down votes. I feel like I’m in Kafkagum.

            I am not defending Amanda Palmer – but it’s weird to project your emotions onto an imaginative, “stand-in” of her, and then fail to realize the irony that this is what she’s done with Dzhokhar in her crappy poem in the first place.

      • Yeah she kinda bombed on her response there.

      • this thread is full of retarded, self-righteous torch-bearers. Dhzokar is a PERSON. What he did is unspeakable, but, right now, he is still alive, still conscious, and still a PERSON. She examined the ins and outs of that, how does that make her evil?

        This is the first and last time I ever post on this site. It’s full of unintelligent trolls.

      • “I have worked hard to get Boston’s name on the map and I don’t feel it was so bad to use Boston to help put my name back on the map.”

        No she didn’t….She didn’t do anything for Boston, she did it all for herself.

        I can’t fathom why such a mediocre mime artist could develop such a sense of privileged entitlement and ego. Most of her songs are covers, she sounds like every other busker. Maybe her fans feel some fake connection with her. She played them for it, they pay her for it.

  3. why do people care about amada palmer?

    • They don’t. That’s why she has to post shit like this on the inter-web. She is a fuck-tard

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  4. Life After Death? Its spooky how i can’t click on your profile… a ghostly apparation indeed

  5. I swear it was only five minutes ago where I was reading an interview with the Flaming Lips and the interviewer mentioned how Amanda Palmer has this rep for being opportunistic, and here we are! The system works!

  6. cringe-worthy.

  7. Oh for fucks sake Amanda

  8. As if she wasn’t being ABSOLUTELY clear about her self-aggrandizing treatment of a national tragedy, a link where you can donate money directly to her pocket is right under the one for donating to victims of the bombing.

    Fucking brilliant.

    • Good lord. I think it’s time for the Anonymous peeps to intervene in the ongoing fiasco that is Amanda Palmer.

      • I saw her live and while she wowed me with her braying of a voice, I was mighty thankfull that she didn’t sing originals. I think there’s an obvious trail where she is increasingly going off the deep end for whatever reason(s) and she very well may be a kind of indie Courtney Love in 10 years if the girl best not behave her self.

  9. This girl fucking sucks.

  10. She’s married to Neil Gaiman?

  11. Barf. Officially sick of Amanda Palmer, who manages to pollute music blogs every week despite the fact that nobody can name a song of hers. Worst. Poem. Ever.

  12. this dumb idiot hahaha, she just sealed her fate as being known as one f’d up kook-koo brains forever. god i couldn’t even get past the first THIRD of that crap, horrible hahaha. FUNNY though, thanks for the cheap laugh mandy.

  13. is she going to pay this guy in beer and pizza like she did her last band?

  14. Can I just ask… did you guys just happen to have a photo of Amanda Palmer using a laptop or did they think that this was a great idea for a promotional picture?

  15. By way of contrast, take a listen to how the story of John Walker Lindh (“Taliban Johnny”) was handled by the great Steve Earle:

    Amanda may not be the best one to take it on, but Dzokhar’s story is fascinating, and will surely show up many, many more times.

  16. I hope one day we can have a world where Amanda Palmer stories won’t be stories on account of whatever stupid shit she does will be accepted as the norm for her.

    She has the mind of a psychotic child who feels entitled to attention, and she should be treated as such. Send her to the corner.

  17. I actually wrote this (in all caps because apparently my chosen screen name started appearing minutes letter with really crass asinine things to possibly make it appear like I wrote them as well), but for one, Corky’s going to show the ‘gum he’s got a little pro-social activism in his geeky bones and re-paste my feelings on this gal who really is pretty shameful-


    -I’m also aware that the irony in trolling is that it constitutes as attention seeking, But alas. Shame on her. Female morrisey, just not as pretty.

    • This calls for some kind of delicious anti Amanda Palmer recipe.

    • so corky, I have a question which I have pondered for some time that I must ask, are you a real dude? or did you go through the ultimate amount of effort (not really that much effort) to create a fake facebook account so you could use it for facebook connect?

      all evidence seems to point to this;

      1. you are a major league troll (more power to ya bro)
      2. the corky anderson facebook account has 10 friends
      3. corky is a strange (yet swagged out) name.
      4. it says your attended vassar.

      If you really did make a fake facebook account just to use facebook connect, I applaud you, I never even conceived the idea until now, congrats sir.

      It makes me want to make a fake facebook account so we can be fake friends.

      p.s. if i am wrong, sorry! ur just a radical dude i guess.

      • On behalf of the recently departed “Corky Anderson”, I shall address a few of your inquiry’s
        1.Corky indeed is not/is/not/is a real person.
        2.Corky’s visage is floating out there in cyberspace, you need just grab it
        3.Corky is the alter-ego of one ********* ******* on this board.
        4.Corky was named after a beloved 11 year old Cocker Spaniel.
        5.Corky was brainstormed after one too many a Rusty Nail at the CoCo Monga Club
        6.Corky indeed would accept your friend request on Facebook
        7.Corky would have included you in his shout out last will and testament, but forgot your avatar.
        8.Corky DID attend Vasser…I don’t think he’s exactly proud of that, as Brown was his first real choice.
        9. Corky has 10 friends on his FB page because its an inane over the top front for his more inane over the top mega-trolling
        10. Corky Anderson is officially retired from trolling. Flowers in lieu of donations are acceptable. Contact the mods at stereogum for further info.
        Corky also liked you and here is a sampling of his last will and testament. Best, S.G.P.

        • Yeah, I’m retired from trolling, but I’ll still occasionally post here and there, innocuous things. In the past, I’ve gotten multiple IPS banned from the board for my corky-isms, so I’m respecting the ‘gum forum now. Plus I ended up pissing off people I actually like on the board.
          Anyway Oblivion, those are the facts. And read my post on Amanda Palmer. Dammit, I’m going to start adding to music conversation :)

  18. you don’t know how it feels
    you don’t know how it feels…

    …to be meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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  20. You feel like having a cheeseburger but the only place you can think to get one is T.G.I. Friday’s and it makes you sort of nauseous

    You think about the Dresden Dolls and wonder how that one chick is still making money but then you remember how many creepy Twilight-loving 12 year olds there are in the world

    You read her poem and cringe at her use of “obliviously”

    You reflect on how easy it is for a loudmouth to keep up a fair to middling stream of relatively newsworthy content in the rumor mill of modern music

    You’re still thinking about T.G.I. Friday’s

    You wonder if the New York will publish crap like this next week

    You suppose maybe 2% is supposed to be a quasi-witty Occupy Wall Street reference then you wonder what happened to Occupy Wall Street, think about Googling it, then don’t

    OK for real though that line about the dissertation typo is the worst piece of writing you’ve ever read

    You shouldn’t have eaten at T.G.I. Friday’s

    You shouldn’t have eaten at T.G.I. Friday’s

    You shouldn’t have eaten at T.G.I. Friday’s

    You shouldn’t have eaten at T.G.I. Friday’s

    You shouldn’t have eaten at T.G.I. Friday’s

  21. Never actually heard an Amanda Palmer song so I figured I’d give it a youtube search to see if it was as terrible as her public relations… listened to ‘the killing type’ and I surprisingly liked it, weird.

  22. Michael_  |   Posted on Apr 23rd, 2013 +14

    I wonder if my initial comment will even rank on Shut Up Dude. If not, consider the voting system fixed.

    To shed some light on how shady Stereogum has been with my username ever since I requested to have it removed, here’s what been going on. I discovered it was still usable, but they’ve been banning all IP addresses I’ve been posting from. I’m currently not posting from home or work, and hence, that’s why you’re even reading anything from me. Here’s where things get kind of stupid — I just came on to post a comment, only to find that my password had been reset, so I had to reset my password in order to post this what you’re reading here.

    Like, c’mon! If I want to come back and post, let me. It was my decision to leave, and so I’d like it to be my decision to post if I choose to again.

    Stereogum, if you think I hacked and crashed your comment section, because it coincidentally went down the same day my profile got removed, that would be a million percent untrue. I don’t even know how one would go about doing as technical as that.

    Please stop banning my IP addresses, changing my passwords to log in and so on. It’s childish.

  23. The issue is more about what you expect from poetry. I expect to hallicuinate the author’s intentions based on mastery of craft and maniupation of language. Her artistic experience (per this article) is performance theater and music. Who her husband is has little to do with it, and if he’s wise he wouldn’t attempt to stifle or filter any of her creative outlets. So if this was done in a theater, we would have different expectations. But as a written document for me it fails but mostly due to how easily her words are chosen and how little manipulation exists. Its almost like she’s using the Beat ideas of first thought best thought, common sentence phrasing, but forgetting the rest of their lessons. This is OK spoken word or theater. Her issue is chosen medium and a comlete lack of editing. But then isn’t that what a blog is for? Who’s framing this as a poem outsdie of the media and literal interpretation of her title? Everyone is diggin on Game of Thrones right now. But the book series is referred to as “A Song Of Fire And Ice.” Thus following the logic on this thread’s responses we should be flaming George RR Marting for writing shuch a long and horrible song with no music.

  24. she’s like a modern day plath, sans talent

  25. Really, I don’t see anything wrong with this poem. It’s just a very plainly written, quiet, observational poem about a disaster that happened here in America. Amanda Palmer happened to write it. Big deal.

    • Wow. I think you missed the boat amigo. She wrote a terrible “poem”, terrible in execution, terrible in principle, terrible in craftsmanship, but worst of all, a hyper-liberal insult to the victims of the Boston Bombing. This chick has a track record too, thats probably why its reaching fever pitch and people are just tired of her crazy self styling. Check out her media whoredom bids- masquerading a fake band composed of siamese twins with a fictitious back-story of child pornography and sexual abuse….simulating raping a Katy Perry look-alike onstage…successfully achieving one million in kickstarter profits to then ask musicians to play for pizza and beer…writing gleeful up-tempo songs about rape…oh and she faked a suicide to “punish” her boyfriend..
      .Also, perhaps, other then this poem, her worst offense is in once being a mime.
      But seriously, I’m done discussing this gal. She stands up for every deviant cause and excuses it as art. Her art sucks…alot. Its the indie Lady Gaga. Hopefully she’ll really come to some sort of self-reflection and realize she needs to get some type of grasp on reality and stop towing the line of self-delusion, self-promotion and milking tragedy for a buck.

      • Ah, yes – I see that we are now all, as enlightened and sensitive netizens, hand-selected advocates for the victims and their loved ones, entrusted with the sacred duty of informing the internet what does and does not offend our clients. Primary directive: going out of one’s way to shit all over some songwriter from Boston and her blog poetry. Maybe you could organize under a catchy name, like, “Keepers of the Grief and Anger Orgy” – sort of like nuns, except protecting us from speculative empathy for perpetrators and bad art instead of knowledge about sex.

        • Ah yes…on the heels of your amanda palmer loving in defense of hyperbole laden diataribe….I guess I would just say that you’re clearly a fan of hers, so you’re not dismiliar at all to the fans of her blog I had the pleasure of meeting who greeted my dissent with f bombs galore and tried to get me to believe she such a pioneering liberal for women’s rights, ect. Either way, your sardonic semi-wit aside ( very, very semi), I agree with the above posts about Amanda Palmer, as in, she’s made a name for herself not in music, but in being a self righteous female tool. If you don’t care for my opinion, thats fine. But the above posts and mine also were advocating against her stink of a poem on the merit of simply being a HUMAN. It doesnt matter if I knew anybody in the bombing ( I didn’t). But when some “artist” writes a distatseful poem and you have the go-nads to defend it, be my guest. Seriously more power to you. But I have the right to strongly dissent to it’s utterly poor taste. And most people agree. I hope you realize your demi-God for what she is and find a new hero. Try Tori Amos or Kate Bush, women with considerable talent.

          • Whelp, I guess it’s time to prostrate myself to the Stereogum police before I dig myself into a “leave AFP ALLOOOOONE!” hole I can’t crawl back out of. And yeah, you nailed it – been a big fan since the self-titled Dresden Dolls debut, but I clearly have some backtracking to do if I’m gonna convince anyone I’m not a part of the cult of personality. As penance, I humbly submit my person favorite anti-AFP screed commented on her own blog, which manages to be both more insightful and obscene than just about everything I’ve seen here:

            “This is some of the most self-indulgent, masturbatory, egotistical nonsense I’ve ever read.

            You are hijacking the concept of art so that you can publicly masturbate to your own inner thoughts as if they are so deeply profound, and then plug your ears and shield your eyes in response to the people who have legitimate criticisms about it. You are hiding behind the excuse of “that’s what art does! it polarizes people!” in order to live in your own bubble of self-indulgence, and to make yourself immune to anyone who has anything to say against you.

            This is not “art”. Neither is acting out a rape scene with Margaret Cho (remember that? still waiting for an apology to all the survivors you triggered so badly). Calling your bullshit “art” does not excuse you for your legitimate shameful acts.

            You are not as wise as you think you are, dear.

            ps- If you want me to suffer through your poem again (as if I missed something so deeply intuitive and profound about it the first time I read it), I would only ask that you read people’s criticisms of it again in return. Read them again.”

            With that off my chest – none of the stupid shit she does is making those Dresden Dolls records any less great, as far as I’m concerned (and remember, kids – AFP is only a celebrity if you let her be)

  26. Her poem is in poor taste and poorly written. Whatever anyone thinks of her music or her “politics”, it comes down to the poem on this thread and it sucks. It will be the black hole of indie in jokes for years to come.

  27. They are called SPRING ROLLS not soft rolls. I have nothing against Amanda Palmer, but she does make me think of those old frumpy Gen Xers in the Boing Boing comment section that think they invented liberal politics.

  28. You stand up, walk to the bathroom, and take a disgusting poop.

  29. I really like the Dresden Dolls. Then “fame” got to Amanda’s head and figured she didn’t need Brian and everything went down hill from there. Or, at least, that is what I think.

    Anyways, Amanda is an attention whore. Kinda like Courtney Love 2.0. I feel bad for her husband….

  30. Amanda Palmer is a great artist and a true genius. Look at how she can get such a reaction with just a poem. She is punk as fuck, and a lot of these critics cannot handle her artistry.

    I think with this piece, she is making an attempt to humanize Dzhokhar by relating his feelings of confusion and fear with our own in a more day to day basis. Some of y’all seem to think that this means she is saying that it is somehow justified that he killed people, but I don’t see this at all.

    I think this is a powerful, legitimate piece.

  31. I am so disturbed at Palmers Dzhokar “poem”, I felt dirty reading it and am just gobsmacked at how low this hipster bigot can go.

    Don’t get me wrong, I liked Dresden Dolls, really liked one of their songs. Then she started up with her narcissistic updates, the namedropping, the “ironic” jokes about disability. Also she seemed to snub any female competition, she’s very insecure. Then discovering Neil Gaiman’s Scientology connection just really left a bad taste.

    When that Boston bombing happened all I could think about was my child, after learning about the 8yr old boy who was murdered by Dzhokar and his brother.
    What if it was one of her friends who lost their legs, or if she lost her arm and couldn’t play piano anymore?
    What, she couldn’t write a poem for the victims, show any sympathy for the victims?
    Bullies never do I guess.
    Would she have fawned herself for Seung-Hui Cho or Adam Lanza or is it just that dzhokar is “cute”?
    The “poem” makes her look like one of those serial killer groupies.

    Palmers been “enabled” by some very powerful media industry types and brainwashed fans. You can play dot to dot really and see a weird connection. Kind of creeps me out actually.

  32. She is a genius. An absolute genius. People, even bad people, has remorses, conciousness and feelings. You dont know what he felt right then, you dont really know if he did it. Everybody going like mad for victims and no one gives a shit for the victimizer…No one. But someone who sees further.. An artist. God and Goddess bless you Palmer.

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