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Monday, February 14, 2011
John William Waterhouse: Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus - 1905
Why Can't I Leave You?
by Ai
You stand behind the old black mare,
dressed as always in that red shirt,
stained from sweat, the crying of the armpits,
that will not stop for anything,
stroking her rump, while the barley goes unplanted.
I pick up my suitcase and set it down,
as I try to leave you again.
I smooth the hair back from your forehead.
I think with your laziness and the drought too,
you’ll be needing my help more than ever.
You take my hands, I nod
and go to the house to unpack,
having found another reason to stay.
I undress, then put on my white lace slip
for you to take off, because you like that
and when you come in, you pull down the straps
and I unbutton your shirt.
I know we can’t give each other any more
or any less than what we have.
There is a safety in that, so much
that I can never get past the packing,
the begging you to please, if I can’t make you happy,
come close between my thighs
and let me laugh for you from my second mouth.
Danse Russe | ||
by William Carlos Williams | ||
If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,-
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
"I am lonely, lonely,
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!"
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,-
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
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Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
dear shark speed:
thanks for providing the repetitious beat from band practice, no doubt, that creeps into our house every time....that helped me zonk for 35 min. in the tub... i've not been sleeping well and 35 min.zzzzzzzzz(s) are good zzzzzzzz(s). i'm sure you were just tryna get it right.....psychedelic peace jam. god bless.
xo
thanks for providing the repetitious beat from band practice, no doubt, that creeps into our house every time....that helped me zonk for 35 min. in the tub... i've not been sleeping well and 35 min.zzzzzzzzz(s) are good zzzzzzzz(s). i'm sure you were just tryna get it right.....psychedelic peace jam. god bless.
xo
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
if you're feeling sinister
There's nothing like going to a New Year's party and running into an ex...that reports a conversation that he's just had with another another ex...
His parting words: "You're out of your fucking mind...but in the best possible way." What does that even mean?
Word. Happy New Year.
some self-portraits with a weird border that I don't understand.
i need techy help.
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