Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

I'd like to be a gallery.


Instead of the post of total despair I have been drafting, I want to remind myself that Say you're a fiction is for sale now from Dancing Girl Press and I am so proud of this small book. I don't always have such a positive relationship with a labor, but this came from a place of love and longing for sympathy.

To which end I have to mention the Earth-shattering force for good that was Kate Zambreno's Heroines as it's inhabited my life since Thursday. In an overture to talking about how much I loved its face off:




Text from the picture under the Bell Jar poster is from David Bowie's "Andy Warhol." Like to take a cement fix / be a standing cinema. I have several of these little posters I made in school and it would be more apt if the one hanging there - I'm still looking for a space for it - was the one with the Leonard Cohen lyrics. And who are you she sternly spoke / to the one beneath the smoke / why, I'm fire, he replied / and I love your solitude, I love your pride.

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