Today was strange in the sense that I read Dean Young and Gertrude Stein one after the other while looping Lorde’s Pure Heroine (Extended) album. Instant mindfuck because All The Images.
Here are some lines I liked from lola Stein’s Objects (I’m going to try to slough through Food and Rooms tonight because tomorrow’s going to be another blah day at OPD):
- There is no gratitude in mercy and in medicine
- What is the use of a violent kind of delightfulness if there is no pleasure in not getting tired of it
- Be reckless be reckless and resolved on returning gratitude
- Some increase means a calamity and this is the best preparation for three and more being together
- Out of kindness comes redness and out of rudeness comes rapid same question
- The time to show a message is when too late and later there is no hanging in a blight
- A large box is handily made of what is necessary to replace any substance
- Suppose the rest of the message is mixed with a very long slender needle
- The severest and the most preserved
- Anything suitable is so necessary
- A stubborn bloom is so artificial and even more than that, it is a spectacle, it is a binding accident, it is animosity and accentuation
- It showed that it was open, that is all that it showed
- An elegant use of foliage and grace
- Water astonishing and difficult altogether makes a meadow and a stroke
- The least thing means a little flower and a big delay
- A table means necessary places and a revision
- Go red go red, laugh white
I kind of don’t understand the entire piece but some lines make for good tattoos. Hehe.
I also made a strange poem after. Which I think is a good thing. Strange still. But then, almost all my poems are strange.
…I skipped lunch entirely though (hello, positive loss of appetite and weight loss; we’ll see where you go). I also managed to highlight a few pages on the Upper Limbs chapter of my baby Snell reviewer because even if Boards is a hundred years away it will be the Ultimate Boss Fight once I get there.