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This is a visual storm created with body and arm movements.🔥

Caravaggio living paintings by Ludovica Rambelli Theater

“As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was enough / to erase myself. To forget / we built this house knowing / it won’t last. How / does anyone stop / regret / without cutting / off his hands? / Another torch streams through / the kitchen window, / another errant dove. / It’s funny. I always knew / I’d be warmest beside / my man. / But don’t laugh. Understand me / when I say I burn best / when crowned / with your scent: that earth-sweat / & Old Spice I seek out each night / the days refuse me. / Our faces blackening / in the photographs along the wall. / Don’t laugh. Just tell me the story / again, / of the sparrows who flew from falling Rome, / their blazed wings. / How ruin nested inside each thimbled throat / & made it sing until the notes threaded to this / smoke rising / from your nostrils. Speak— / until your voice is nothing / but the crackle / of charred bones. But don’t laugh / when these walls collapse / & only sparks / not sparrows / fly out. / When they come / to sift through these cinders—& pluck my tongue, / this fisted rose, / charcoaled & choked / from your gone mouth. / Each black petal / blasted / with what’s left / of our laughter. / Laughter ashed / to air / to honey to baby / darling, / look. Look how happy we are / to be no one / & still American.” Ocean Voung

Even in 2011, and beyond we are still afraid of our shadows.

Amazing moment

“In the lee of a picturesque ridge lies a small, unpretentious winery, one that pampers its fruit like its own babies. Hi, I’m Moira Rose, and if you love fruit wine as much as I do, then you’ll appreciate the craftsmanship and quality of a local vintner who brings the musk melon goodness to his oak Chardonnay, and the dazzling peach cral-bapple to his Riesling Rioja. Come taste the difference good fruit can make in your wine. You’ll remember the experience and you’ll remember the name. Herb Erfling … ger. Burt Herngeif. Irv Herb-blinger. Bing Livehaanger. Liveling. Burt Herkurn. Ban bingo ling-fucker!”

Rest with honor

James's partner kept this photograph and medical records. After James's death, partner donated them to LGBTQ archives with note: "This is James before lobotomy destroyed him for loving me. He was 28, brilliant, kind, artistic. His parents called our love perversion. Asylum called it disease. Treatment was ice picks through eyes. James survived 46 years as vegetable. I survived 46 years remembering who he was. They called it medical treatment. It was murder. They called him cured. He was dead. Body kept functioning. James died in 1948. That's what they did to us for loving."

Absolutely filled my new toy past its limits 💦

Paul Davis

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