June 16, 2006

1)vers libre golden years 2) come hither(?)

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."


Posted by caroline at June 16, 2006 1:34 AM
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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?)

Posted by: Edmorus at June 16, 2006 11:38 AM

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 PM

Eh, 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 PM

I wish that was in a fortune cookie . . .

Posted by: caroline at June 16, 2006 5:07 PM