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Monthly Archives: August 2007

poems of wallace stevens

Monday, August 27, 2007

THE EMPREROR OF ICE-CREAMby Wallace Stevens Call the roller of big cigars,The muscular one, and bid him whipIn kitchen cups concupiscent curds.Let the wenches dawdle in such dressAs they are used to wear, and let the boysBring flowers in last month’s newspapers.Let be be finale of seem.The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream. Take [...]

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skully girl

Saturday, August 25, 2007

all of these little pen and ink sketches have to become either a big drawing or a painting soon. i love my moleskin, but the art has to start living outside of its box soon.

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truman capote: breakfast at tiffany’s

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Late one afternoon, while waiting for a Fifth Avenue bus, I noticed a taxi stop across the street to let out a girl who ran up the steps of the 42nd Street public library. She was through the doors before I recognized her, which was pardonable, for Holly and libraries were not an easy association [...]

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the bordello

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Bordello is one of my official favorite places in Los Angeles now. I went to see Miss C. of the Finches sing. She’s such a beautiful songbird, and how can any man not instantly fall into an instant crush with her? They all do, even in Berlin they did. Like many of my friends [...]

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offices

Thursday, August 16, 2007

A few months ago in New York I landed in the office of a very powerful woman. The desk was large, the view was grand–her secretary’s office was larger than some of the apartments I have lived in. I never met her in person, but I could get a very strong sense of her presence [...]

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in those years by adrienne rich

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

In Those Years by adrienne rich In those years, people will say, we lost trackof the meaning of we, of youwe found ourselvesreduced to Iand the whole thing becamesilly, ironic, terrible:we were trying to live a personal lifeand, yes, that was the only lifewe could bear witness to But the great dark birds of history [...]

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Seven Years by Aaron Cometbus

Saturday, August 11, 2007
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the root of the matter

Wednesday, August 8, 2007
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remembering

Sunday, August 5, 2007

I spent a good weekend with miss s., as we had not seen each other in many years. It’s so strange how so much time outside of the country seems to be as if no time had passed at all; was it all a dream? I still miss my Berlin friends a great deal, and [...]

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