Watching the Japanese film “Ugetsu.”
Things are becoming static and lonely I think. I don’t think I mind.
I sing love songs
and carry steel.
I would rather die than cry.
I hang my head
against the white refrigerator
and want to scream like
the last weeping of life forever
I am bigger than the mountains.
swallow your fist swallow your fist swallow your fist swallow your fist swallow your fist swallow your fist swallow your fist swallow your fist
I guess if I want to be mopey and watch Agnes Varda movies all day that’s my prerogative.
It’s not just me for you, I have to look out too
I have to save my life, I need some peace of mind.
.Modulo. 15 1959: 12
by Oscar Niemeyer
I’ve never felt such an unquenchable thirst to occupy myself— to fill that deep cavernous hole that I haven’t noticed was empty until now. It feels so easy to resort to anger, but instead I’m filling it with travel, literature, and new challenges—and then I’m going to burst and all of this benign shit will be behind me and I won’t give it a second glance.
I still pride myself in being able to cut people that don’t serve me anymore out of my life.
Planning a work away in Switzerland and Greece for the fall.
I’m so excited I’m alone and I’m so excited I’ve made the decision to move home.