you go too far, marlowe.

those are harsh words to throw at a man. especially when he's walking out of your bedroom.

Oct 17, 2009 12:48pm

longing/art.

Longing is painful. Every work of art is an attempt to bring into being the object of loss. The pictures, the music, the poems and the performances are an intense engagement with loss. While one is in the act of making, one is not in loss, and one has meaning. The fierce crashes that happen to many creative people when a piece of work is done (read Hemingway on this) come out of the sense that however good the work, it has not answered the loss.

The strange thing about creative work is that it can have enormous value for others while its maker is left ravaged. The ancient Greeks understood this as the price of an encounter with a god—the divine forces enter the human and use him or her as an instrument, only to be ultimately destroyed. But I do not believe that creativity is destructive or divine. I believe it is the part of us that gives shape and voice to our innermost reality.

This is frightening. Encounters with the real, in particular what we really feel, are something we generally try to avoid. Art mediates the encounter, allowing us to get nearer to our longing and our loss, to risk more, to dare more. Yet for the maker, the exposure is not mediated; it is total and terrifying.

- Jeanette Winterson, In Praise of the Crack-Up

Oct 16, 2009 3:44pm
I WANT THIS FOR MY BIRTHDAY!

I WANT THIS FOR MY BIRTHDAY!

Oct 14, 2009 6:44pm

chet baker’s been on my mind.

Oct 13, 2009 9:31am
sexartandpolitics:

Robert Doisneau - La Dame Indignée (The Lady is Shocked), 1948 gelatin silver print
via bigfun:protege-moi:arsvitaest:janitoroflunacy

sexartandpolitics:

Robert Doisneau - La Dame Indignée (The Lady is Shocked), 1948
gelatin silver print

via bigfun:protege-moi:arsvitaest:janitoroflunacy

Oct 11, 2009 3:48pm
tracey emin, you always have my words.

tracey emin, you always have my words.

Oct 6, 2009 7:43pm
Still, 135.7 lb

Still, 135.7 lb

Sep 30, 2009 4:24pm
sexartandpolitics:

Gucci Spring 2010
via mrsexsmith:shoesday

ARE YOU KIDDING ME I DON’T HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY.

sexartandpolitics:

Gucci Spring 2010

via mrsexsmith:shoesday

ARE YOU KIDDING ME I DON’T HAVE THAT MUCH MONEY.

Sep 21, 2009 3:36pm

homosexuality.

forgive me, today is the day i tackle all of bernstein’s reading/responses. i am frustrated by robert creeley to the point of chainsmoking, so i am calming myself with o’hara.

So we are taking off our masks, are we, and keeping
our mouths shut? as if we’d been pierced by a glance!

The song of an old cow is not more full of judgment
than the vapors which escape one’s soul when one is sick;

so I pull the shadows around me like a puff
and crinkle my eyes as if at the most exquisite moment

of a very long opera, and then we are off!
without reproach and without hope that our delicate feet

will touch the earth again, let alone “very soon.”
It is the law of my own voice I shall investigate.

I start like ice, my finger to my ear, my ear
to my heart, that proud cur at the garbage can

in the rain. It’s wonderful to admire oneself
with complete candor, tallying up the merits of each

of the latrines. 14th Street is drunken and credulous,
53 rd tries to tremble but is too at rest. The good

love a park and the inept a railway station,
and there are the divine ones who drag themselves up

and down the lengthening shadow of an Abyssinian head
in the dust, trailing their long elegant heels of hot air

crying to confuse the brave “It’s a summer day,
and I want to be wanted more than anything else in the world.”

Sep 21, 2009 2:31pm

the language

Locate I
love you
some-
where in

teeth and
eyes, bite
it but

take care not
to hurt, you
want so

much so
little. Words
say everything.

i
love you
again,

then what
is emptiness
for. To

fill, fill.
I heard words
and words full

of holes
aching. Speech
is a mouth.

- i guess i like more robert creeley than i thought i did. god damn.

Sep 19, 2009 9:05pm

(from) for love.

Let me stumble into
not the confession but the
obsession I begin with
now. For you

also (also)
some time beyond place,
or place beyond time, no
mind left to


say anything at all,
that face gone, now.
Into the company of love
it all returns.

-Robert Creeley

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