Archive for June, 2014

June 17, 2014

i ask myself: where do i belong? when i am abroad i feel a sense of simultaneous calm and spontaneity drape over me, a feeling i can never recreate in NYC. i think to myself: aha, i will replicate this routine. i will go to a pub and drink a pint outdoors, on a picnic table when i’m back home. i will lay down in reeds, i will touch old tombstones, i will cook dinner with my parents, i will play pool and buy strangers’ drinks, i will hold eye contact too long, i will drink cappuccinos and read whole novels in one sitting, i won’t feel boredom, i will take a bus to a new place, i will order an appetizer, i will drink little glasses of sherry or port, i will try climbing trees. and i do manage some of those things, but it’s not like being in a new country, is it? where everything feels novel and native at the same time. even the loneliness of being in a foreign land is a comfort for me. that too-soon nostalgia.these are things people feel when their only obligation is to experience
rene genis (rene genis)

Nabokov: All I know is that at a very early stage of the novel’s development I get this urge to collect bits of straw and fluff, and to eat pebbles. Nobody will ever discover how clearly a bird visualizes, or if it visualizes at all, the future nest and the eggs in it. When I remember afterwards the force that made me jot down the correct names of things, or the inches and tints of things, even before I actually needed the information, I am inclined to assume that what I call, for want of a better term, inspiration, had been already at work, mutely pointing at this or that, having me accumulate the known materials for an unknown structure.
Fruitful (meg griffiths)
let’s all go collect grubs and ladybugs and daddy long legs to eat and nurture our bodies so we can build strong nests, i need to write

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June 16, 2014

a new favorite song
in oxford now. aspall cider @ the red lion, and the bulky brawny men i usually find so off-putting have charmed me. their cheeks are shaded the red of speckled bacon back, and they are unembarrassed by their toothy gritty grey smiles. they laugh big belly laughs and talk about the world cup.
we went to the christ church meadows and at 10pm it’s still light out and tumblr_n77837B9vg1qz6f9yo5_500
not to sound cliché, but the light is really something else here. probably because it reflects off all the berry bushes and reeds and pollen settling in the air and as the night falls the light decides to settle into a daze, a reluctant forfeit to nighttime. 000021
there is a hot tap and a cold tap in every bathroom, loo, here and you have to choose between burning your hands or getting them freezing. is this how everything feels sometimes?
well, i have to stop writing. my mom wants to show me her collection of “funny hats” because we each have to pick one to go a formal dinner tonight. the british, my british

on cloudy days

June 10, 2014

scottalario (scott alario)
paulcezanne(paul cezanne)

on cloudy days

i bike, i watch the goldfish eat,
i touch my toes, i roast a beet.

i contemplate a call or two,
i make eye contact with i wonder who.

i breathe, i beat, i snack, i think
what does it take to smooth the kink?

kati gegenheimer (kati gegenheimer)

alessandrosanguinneti (alessandro sanguinneti)

June 7, 2014

leaving to my town natal in a week, excited, thrilled. i want to be smelling green and pints and round “R” sounds, wildflowers, women named poppy and men named robin.
Albrecht Dürer Six Studies of Pillows, 1493 Albrecht Dürer Six Studies of Pillows, 1493

Gardens of Alcazar, Sevilla”, 1910, Joaquín Sorolla. “Gardens of Alcazar, Sevilla”, 1910, Joaquín Sorolla

1938 painted in 1938. i watched the sunset last night from the west side. then i drank and drank on a roof that overlooked wall st and that bronze bull’s balls and the sailboats passed faraway