Personal Lies and Mythologies

Lie: If I eat soup for all of my meals, I'll be taking care of all my hydration needs.
Truth: No, it is still important to drink water.

Lie: It's not going to rain.
Truth: It is going to rain.

Lie: I'll remember that.
Truth: Write it down.

Lie: No one will notice the hole in my pants.
Truth: It doesn't matter if they notice or not, you're still going to act weird about it.

To be continued...

now is a time when fortune can be told anywhere you need it to be. a book, the line at the grocery store, a song on the radio. the whole world is talking.

Lydia Davis, Eileen Myles, Dorothy Parker, Amy Hempel. I'm harboring some very serious literary crushes right now.

Eileen Myles

Camping in Big Sur

We went camping for Rosh Hashanah.

Joost Swarte

I can't stop watching this

Buddies make the best art.

procrastination

poetry loop in my brain today

Ben Lerner, The Doppler Elegies

9-eyes.com

patriarchy lives within us all.

http://oleknyc.com/
instagram/oleknyc

This tape is building my world today. Good morning, Bo Diddley.

Why does the world have to be so fucking messed up?

Extraordinary Geraniums by Henri Cole

Eating a sugar sandwich, I sit at the kitchen table
admiring the geraniums outside the window,
their big heads as American as Martha Washington.
I grew them from seeds and now the leaves are frilly like genitalia.
After so many sunrises together, they almost have faces
with puffed out mouths and throats, and when night falls,
they mix glamour with the gutter, like Paris or Rome,
but in the morning, they're themselves again, as birds hover
in the distance --hunting on the wind, using their tails to equilibrate,
pushing their shoulders forward and back to rise and fall.
I love this backstroking, or up stroking,
which the sparrows use, too, when they fly right in front of my car.
Lately, my vision has been greying a little at the edges,
but these geraniums with their fragrant leaves
and this gritty sugar sandwich make me feel my whole body
and my whole mind superimposed at once.
It's the opposite of self-obliteration.
If I think Where am I? I immediately feel I am here!

hi, hoss.

Poor lil' pup

give it enough time, and all the freaks'll get normal.

baby isn't impressed.

I know it's midnight and that I should live in the moment and live for the present, but I cannot wait for Queer Rock Camp and summertime, and trying to be a little more carefree.

gina and i went out in public, to sit.

i am 100% more likely to fall asleep wearing my sweater when I am going to bed alone.



and I do it on purpose, too.

i am homesick.

EVERY SINGLE THING IN MY LIFE IS PERFECT AND AMAZING.

packing to move away

letters from ex-lovers
unfinished tarot deck
wooden dollars for the grocery outlet
a million OFS passes
newspaper clipping of Ollie and me, age 9
beautiful scraps of paper
a sea of tampons and pennies


I can't organize a single thing