Wednesday, January 28, 2009

street thoughts

photo from lookbook

when immediate problems become underlying problems
when immediate problems meet underlying problems
when underlying problems meet immediate problems

the way an eye works
the way eyes work together

strong feelings towards other drivers on the highway

her mom used to take really beautiful photographs

I have the skinny

certain street signs make me very sad

"Mass Highway Underwater Operations"

looking away at the last second from things like roadkill

so much chrome

black lace lining my suitcase

it's amazing how the right constellations can make you feel

jazz music and fantasy - the American dream

my American dream

coffee-tinted vision

nothing so pretty as icicles

"the ocean is not as inexhaustible as it may seem"

people don't really watch other people eat

you are old

six red lights

the music is cracking

we keep records off the radar

I think it'll be shapes

a chrome illusion, highly impressionable


birch trees, rooftops and snow
towards a mountain I'll never know.
people built these bridges,
people built these roads.


trees hanging tumbleheads over the highway

sun on the valley,
a warm spread of tangerine jelly


this is all I'll see today is trees - void
but for the sun jelly across the top twigs
and pegasus tails straight in the sky

beautiful rust and small window panes
the backs of hotels seen from a train

everything is dark & silhouettes & snow rubbed off of rooftops

I'm most scared of dangerous things, like staircases and wet bricks.


half a body submerged

Monday, January 26, 2009

blind contour

shoes like unicorns and shotguns on top of the fridge

her house is so nice

you can't buy that here


shivering machinery

smaller buttons

painted backs

words floating, slamming slowly into everything stationary


holding yourself a certain way so that you won't wake up

hanging flags from the ceiling

preposterous excesses

needing the cleaning

a promise of routine

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Monday, January 19, 2009

i refuse to stop living just because i am bored

blabber two

banana smear

navy nails

hot hip

scissors on the bed

beatles songs braided through speakers

needing to take all the photos down again

leopard legs, lemon legs

coffee cups coffee cups coffee cups

living a floating life, a flying life never landing

and to lay a chemical head on the pillow.

Friday, January 16, 2009

francesca woodman

one of my favorite artists// she created quietly startling self portraits and died too young

yesterday's gathered inspirations