Camp Basement!

French model and actress Ghislaine Arsac at the Carlton Hotel in Cannes, 1957, photo by Georges Dambier

David Hockney’s House

/ quit genderizing things that don’t need to be genderized /

The future

It’s good to be neuter. I want to have meaningless legs. There are things unbearable. One can evade them a long time. Then you die. The ocean reminds me of your green room. There are things unbearable. Scorn, princes, this little size of dying. My personal poetry is a failure. I do not want to be a person. I want to be unbearable. Lover to lover, the greenness of love. Cool, cooling. Earth bears no such plant. Who does not end up a female impersonator? Drink all the sex there is. Still die. I tempt you. I blush. There are things unbearable. Legs, alas. Legs die. Rocking themselves down, crazy slow, some ballet term for it —- fragment of foil, little spin, little drunk, little do, little oh, alas.

Paul Klee notebooks.

no. 2172- Jonas Schmidt - www.isiope.com

M, V, and Z animation Sesame Street