A Little Higher And We're Well Away

Meanwhile…

"Do you know any poems? I'm starving for culture."

Flesh (1968), dir. Paul Morrissey

Jim Morrison 1969

Though i must admit, she certainly brought him way down to my level. On my best days i'm as clueless and dizzy as Dougie as awkward as Andy Brenenn or Sam Stanley with Albert Rosenfield's attitude, Jacoby's sense of fashion, Harold Smith's recluse ass, i too can't hear for shit when i'm spoken to like Gordon Cole but irritated at tiniest sounds no one else can hear like Nadine also having my little side projects to keep me sane, love munching on a fresh rib of celery like Ben Horne, short like Jerry or the arm (depends on who i'm standing next to and how well rested i am), always singing my earworms like Leland, delusional but loyal like the log lady, beefing with my sibling like the Mayor, i can be corny or rather garmonbozy much like James Hurley, at times i do have this urge to just get on my bike and go but that's if i had a bike which i don't, i'm only in possession of a bodecious one yard long forehead. Now i do verbalize everything that happens and my thoughts to myself in order to process as if i'm both Dale and Diane(more of a Francis York Morgan X Zach style), at one point i even was hyperfixated on some northern East Asian country, and i demand at least one sweet treat to get me through the day and i happen to spend an unreasonable amount of time reflecting on my dreams or rather nightmares as they mostly are, and when i'm in the mood i take it upon myself to info dump if the opportunity ceases, but i can't be Dale cause i find Dale attractive so that makes me Audry because i too piss my dad off every chance i get and can only make friends with people old enough to be somebody's grandparents (I love the short lived Pete and Audry bestie trope)

Third night of rewatching Twin Peaks with my mom, she said this fbi agent guy is very like you, right when Coop was info dumping about Tibet. Got likened to Dale Cooper but cost me getting my tea clocked.

i have a longing that's killing me.

mahmoud darwish, memory for forgetfulness

Erich Heckel, Roquairol (1917, painting & woodcut, respectively); Portrait of a Man (1918).

Inspirations for Andrew Kent’s photograph for Iggy Pop’s The Idiot and Bowie’s hand gestures on “Heroes”. [and also eerie how much it predicts the look of Frankenstein]

Bowie bought one of Heckel’s White Horses (1912) during his time in Berlin, and later told the director of the Brücke-Museum that his painting was of better quality than theirs.

Vini Reilly won the Johnny Marr look alike competition Moz held back in 1987

Morrissey and Vini Reilly

The Hunger (1983) dir. Tony Scott

i’m a little too much but somehow never enough.

debbie harry photographed by chris stein , 1976

“I was taking pictures of everything around me, among them Debbie ... I was always aware of her astonishing looks and the effect she had on people.” - chris stein (me, blondie and the advent of punk)