Monday, August 29, 2016

instagram has inadvertently become a highly personal space--a fairly apolitical one (as opposed to all of my other social media presence) reserved almost exclusively for photos of or by me

i'm surprised by the level of introspection i've experienced as a result... and even more surprised by my fanatical desire to keep it this way

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

عشق من

my loveliest of all lovelies

may you always warm us with your smile
may you always be fresh! and fruity! and happy! and new!

happiest birthday, from my leftest heart
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Friday, August 19, 2016

... in quite a Russian mood today, after an old recording of "by the long road" (some of you may know it as "those were the days") unexpectedly caught in my throat and brought me to tears. leave it to the Americans to put sweet, nostalgic lyrics to this rather heartbreaking folk song.

my treasured piece was ill-gotten during the ancient days of Napster, doesn't appear to exist online, and is performed live, with the appropriate gravitas, by the uniquely voiced Grebenshchikov:

Дорогой длинною, да ночью лунною,
Да с песней той, что вдаль летит звеня,
И с той старинною с той семиструнною,
Что по ночам так мучала меня...

Along a long road and on a moonlit night
And with that song that flies into the distance, ringing
And with that ancient, seven-stringed guitar
That, on past nights, tortured me so much...

Thursday, August 11, 2016

19 total strangers liked one of my poems yesterday (the wonder of--of all things--Instagram) and i was on the moon...

there's nothing like three hours of painting with nothing to show for it but some idiotic work-in-progress to bring you crashing back down to earth..

Friday, August 5, 2016

the feeling of being under water--touching the sand, resisting the waves--is like nothing else on earth