ON FRIENDSHIP

A.F. Vandevorst installation for Arnhem Mode Biennale 2011

hi what are your favorite love poems/letters?

I have a compilation of my absolute favourite love letters

as for poems:

“Having a Coke with You” “For Grace, After a Party” and “Morning Poem” by Frank O’Hara

“Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled With Shrieks” by Christopher Citro

“Elegy for My Sadness” and “Song of the Anti-Sisyphus” by Chen Chen

“Intifada Incantation: Poem 38 for b.b.L.” “Poem for My Love” and various poems for Haruko by June Jordan

“One Last Poem for Richard” by Sandra Cisneros

“Snow and Dirty Rain” by Richard Siken

“Wish” and “In Time” by W. S. Merwin

“A Pity, We Were Such a Good Invention” by Yehuda Amichai

“Like a Small Café, That’s Love” by Mahmoud Darwish

“Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally A Love Poem” by Bob Hicok

“For M” by Mikko Harvey

“To Kiss a Forehead” by Marina Tsvetaeva

“When I Tell My Husband I Miss The Sun, He Knows” by Paige Lewis

“The Quiet World” by Jeffrey McDaniel

“Morning Love Poem” by Tara Skurtu

“[Of all the things I have done, I am most proud of our relationship]” and “Aubade” by Yanyi

some French ones:  “J’ai tant rêvé de toi” “Les espaces du sommeil” by Robert Desnos, “Les yeux d’Elsa” “Les mains d’Elsa” by Louis Aragon, “La courbe de tes yeux” “Ma morte vivante” “J’ai fermé les yeux” by Paul Eluard

“You alone keep me – you are the only chain that links me to time – but for you I should be free – And yet I cannot be destined to live long; A hatred of life must consume the vital principle – perfectly detached as I am from the world, I cannot long be a part of it. I feel that all is to me dead except the necessity of viewing a succession of daily suns illuminate the sepulchre of all I love.”

— Mary Shelley, from a diary entry featured in The Journals of Mary Shelley (via violentwavesofemotion)

MAY: ephemerality, emptiness, evolution & ecstasy.

May 3, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1914

May, Christina Rossetti

Mural, Mahmoud Darwish

Courage, Anne Sexton

Letters to Véra, Vladimir Nabokov

May Morning, Stephen Vincent Benet

The Sensible Thing, F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Young May Moon, Thomas Moore

Spring: House of Light, Mary Oliver

Corinna’s Going a Maying, Robert Herrick

May 27, The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913

“little beast” richard siken / “samson” regina spektor / “fatima and manoubia” by alexandre roubtzoff / “break my heart” joy harjo / sappho trans. anne carson / “ginger and olive oil” by moju manuli

“Harder to endure than fresh pain is pain that has already been endured: a reminder that one is not far from who one was.”

— Yiyun Li,  “Dear Friend, from My Life I Write to You in Your Life”

how to make your effects extra special

Me in the morning: minding my own business, preparing coffee for myself in the kitchen

Little Richard Siken in my head: Every morning the same big and little words, all spelling out desire, all spelling out "You will be alone always and then you will die."

Me: ok

Rick Riordan finally snapped and released emails he sent to The Lightning Thief movie makers….

I can’t stop laughing

been thinking about trees