today is the day- today I am a grownup.
Or whatever the government says I am.
I drank a beer.
Whatever.
It was legal.
“When Hofmann spoke of Rembrandt and Beethoven, those heroic, world-transforming figures, he spoke of a yearning for freedom and intensity of expression, of an individualism that transcends humdrum events and aims for the experiences that are most intense, most essential.”
Jed Perl, New Art City
If I am ever alone
it is because I was stupid, and somehow lost you. It is because I might be a little bit excessive in certain components of myself. Like the heart that bleeds notoriety, the same intenseness that has earned me the right of crazy-eyes and gestures of exasperated well-meaning folk, because there that heart goes again, bleeding from a paper cut. And that heart might forget, as it’s often everywhere all at once, that this is, you are, I am, always better when I’m where I’m supposed to be, which is with you, who suddenly inspires within me a reflex to cease the emotional hemophilia.
Summer Reading List
White Teeth- Zadie Smith
Empire Falls- Richard Russo
New Art City
Pollock and After
Lancelot- Walker Percy
The Bluest Eye- Toni Morrison
Until I Find You- John Irving
East of Eden- John Steinbeck (it’s time to reread this beauty)
Infinite Jest???
Suggestions?
Writing feels often, sometimes, maybe not all of the time, like choking. All of the time it feels like choking.
