Thoughts 7.4–7.6
Uncouth as a self-styling. A selection, a modern option, the illusion of niche,—“too much subculture, no counterculture lately” says the poet Vasiliki Argyris
Torment is good actually. Especially the self-dispensed psychological sort
There are raw psychotics, and then there are discerning hipsters, and then there are trendy people who are sold to
Disclose less, spiral less
Keep your contempt inside. Your spitefully ironic ideas, inside. Your spontaneous concerns, inside. Puncture the ever-filling bottle inside and let it leak out down to your bowels. Shit out your issues. There will never be any effective dialogue that makes change regarding your issues…
Lore should be an unconscious development. Post-haste self-reflection spoils it
Simplicity and its delights in the constant face of condescension
Types of garments and their connotations. Don’t be coy, they all have baggage
Prescriptively wasteful as in there are thousands of poetries entirely unrelated to one another so what’s the use in relationally aesthetic approximation
Sitting on a stone wall smoking and drinking in the thickness of a summer eve, watching drunk men parallel park onto their lawns
Weeds cast to the curb awaiting the rains to carry them away much like an medieval road. Despite the unlikelihood, I let them lay in soft celebration of the sentiment
Things shouldn’t be such an effort
No man of omniscience… Women are more objective, but nonetheless
You love again when you see the strain of life on their face. Sure it’s piteous, but there’s also something else, something beyond that… (I don’t mean admirable either)…
There is no need to share opinions on Every Piece of Media one consumes. Personally, I work in an more accumulative practice of comparison (though not entirely), which, yes, is still possible in a critic’s excessive cloud of reviews. Yet
A certain level of beauty incompatible with aesthetics. Not neurotic enough so as to decay, itself a fanning out of niche attractions. No, not here, here we look at the undeniably crisply beautiful
The names… These sophisticated dark haired poets and novelists… They begin to blend in a bicoastal amalgam of small press book deals destined for immediate ubiquitous cult status and/or decades of obscurity… Avoiding sentiment, these types bend towards a type of sentimental farce more chic than your usual expectations
Durational process; capturing a moment; a frame of mind…
One should always sit in the possibility of a rent strike. It should go without saying that a mortgage is more trouble than it’s worth these days
Dans le metro
There are no metaphors adequate
The only enjoyable heatwave activity is a nap in front of a fan and gradually stripping all your clothes off in your sleep. Inverse to a cold front, the heat makes one’s loins unfurl cartoonish, firm sleep erections from dreams of any given thing, new stimulus, strange new arousals potentially adopted long term
Drinking liquor makes one think drinking liquor is a suitable lubricating preamble to any activity, even going to work
Kundera said something of the humiliation of defecating, of how humans are forever imperfect in the need of their feces. I’m paraphrasing, of course, who cares or needs for the real quote? The only need of it is the pains a writer goes to in collecting it—“doing the ‘work’”. This or proof which if something is in need of proving isn’t worth the time
Certain sorts of siblings photograph together in ways that heavily suggest incest
Agony of never knowing when someone is sincere. Even when you’ve taken them to an extreme point, yet you’re still soaked in a sort of doubt
Leave open. Do not close
The more thoughts one has and feels compelled to broadcast the worse the quality
Never in my life
To step foot on soil not so much hostile as of a mutual strangeness
Church bells with their singsongs
Maybe a few edits too many
Despite everything, I still love the summer most
Friends, I will be doing this reading in a little more than a week from now in Fishtown in celebration of the poet Amy Saul-Zerby’s latest book! No idea what I’ll read yet, but come out if you’d like to chat : )
great piece!