The problem is, people don't know how to Get Personal anymore. It's like reclaiming an affinity with Ezra Pound, all over again.
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"My bed is very--imposing. It's very . . . monolithic. It's very--perspective, Tenth Grade Art."
Well, at least it's not a bathtub containing a murdered revolutionary with psychedelic flames behind him; although that was tenth-grade art, too.
And so was the self-portrait in the artist's blue period, and the broom closet dalliances, if they can be called that.
Oh the memories!
(surely I've seen you more recently than 4 years ago? Wasn't there that time in Vic? and then in Calgary a couple of times? When the hell was that?)
a bathtub containing a murdered revolutionary with psychedelic flames behind him (though sometimes it IS . . . )
When that was . . . ? I am not sure . . . .it was about three years ago, at least. when I was still very much dating and living with Trev, which seems, thankfully, like an infinity ago.
Posted by: caroline at June 16, 2006 2:57 PMEh, maybe you just seem closer than you are? On account of your HUGE personality and all that!
Posted by: Edmorus at June 16, 2006 4:12 PMI wish that was in a fortune cookie . . .
Posted by: caroline at June 16, 2006 5:07 PM