LET'S GO WAIT OUT IN THE FIELDS WITH THE ONES WE LOVE

Eclipse of the Sun in Venice in July 8, 1842 by Ippolito Caffi.

Dancing with Death

stellar graffiti near my apartment

Susanna White

IN MY HEART GLOVES by Kater

You do have to be good. In fact, you have to be perfect. Having even one perturbation will disqualify you from going to the grocery store. You are obligated to walk on your knees  for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting, backwards, in underwear made of red-hot puff adders. You can't let that soft, fallible animal of your body love what it loves.   Are you kidding? Tell me about despair, yours, and keep telling me, and don't stop, or you'll completely explode and go to jail, and then hell. Meanwhile the world goes on without you. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of hailstones are beating down on your head, pouring into the buildings and deep gutters, the corpse-laden mountains and the rivers-- did you read that article about the one that turned bright yellow from pollution? Meanwhile the wild geese, hissing and shitting everywhere will not leave your yard. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, you can always get lonelier! And I can help. I call to you like the wild geese, harsh and intimidating, over and over announcing your place-- oop, sorry, never mind, someone else took it.

Pauline at the Beach. Dir. Éric Rohmer. 1983.

waterborn, natasha trethewey | nietzsche | archbudzar on instagram | a great hope fell, emilio dickinson | the third hour of the night, frank bidart

december……

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