the morning of the world by Pablo Picasso
“i have a face cut from ice
a heart pierced in a thousand places
so to remember
always the same voice
the same gestures
and my laughter
heavy
as a wall
between you and me
the ones who are most alive
seem the most still
behind the milky way
a shadow dances
our gaze climbs toward the stars”
Paul Buchanan (song of the week)
Beautiful song from a beautiful film.
alibi
this coffee is caramel, or piss-colored
and the question stayed choked as i slumped to the floor
and the curled carpet rose around. Ave, ave, ave…
black-and-orange caught our hips and held, soft/tight facial lines
I need to close. I am weighted.
But it is late/early morning and the sun is a one-sided hug
and we know that everyone is probably full of shit, (anarchy) but
that doesn’t stop burnt letters from whirling forth and fro….
suspended. taut line.
Susie Suh x Robert Koch (song of the week)
Dreamy, ethereal, and melancholy – the audial equivalent of the blustery cloudy weather we’ve been having.
future
I wish I had a job,
just for the sheer joy of motoring back
through twilight, as the streets lighten
windows down? volume up?
maybe going home to pieces of me
little toes, shoes as long as my palm
I will love you as my own, for
you are mine and I will be yours.
(you will make me home)
thoughts for carolyn
did he love to read?
when he shot her eyes….do you know?
you crushed him, and this weight
on all is not yours. Do not pretend
you loved him.
gentle, now
I have slowly and sadly fallen in love
with this mystery, this hollow self
gently punctured and bled out, gaping.
tuck your fingers into my painted palms, I know
I burn too hot/sandy, but I would clasp you
in this fiery ring. this is our disaster.
I have destroyed you, beautifully.
Tom Odell (song of the week)
Look at this beautiful video of a beautiful man singing about beautiful things.
less than impressive
what do you know? (me?)
could you speak plainly, straight up, shooter
but this stirs up so much, history
is our deep d[anger]. I miss
the compainionship, the very idea –
would you speak up or will it always be I?