Thursday, March 27, 2025


 

 https://cdn.contemporaryartlibrary.org/store/doc/10367/docfile/original-e73abb0294815d40f5cfcf2cbbea2747.pdf

Sunday, March 16, 2025

Tuesday, March 4, 2025

Wednesday, February 12, 2025


I noticed this weird gap between my fingers on the train after being inside for so many hours and throwing up. Everyone's faces looked weird on the train. I was reminded of a new phrase I've been thinking, called 'you never know who your brother will marry.' It's about being nice to everyone, even the people that it's hardest to be nice to, because you never know when and how they will return into your life. 

 

Tuesday, January 28, 2025

Wednesday, January 15, 2025


I had a dream
in this hallway
And I wanted to shoot a music video in there

It was filled with light
And the small figurines with the lights on them



Sunday, December 22, 2024

Saturday, December 21, 2024


 

 Felt guilty about even considering skipping his concert today-felt like a blessing that I was shown this and realized I had to go (and I also do really want to) instance of salvation from pure ignorance. Sounds extreme but that is exactly what it is.

Rubbed me the wrong way of course some of it is just petty don’t want to be criticized but also I think she’s just really annoying and I don’t trust her or her opinion.


Very supportive vibe in general, very heartwarming.


but I’m also kind of glad about it I feel like it’s been there the whole time and I haven’t had access to it.

Left early for his show was really scared that I was going to miss it, kept interpreting it as some kind of lesson on my way, some lesson about forgetting/not being steadfast


his eating habit are strange and repulsive to me because they feel immature

I felt bad about this situation and feel a lot of sympathy towards her–I think we are very similar in certain ways


he lives across the street his dad built the building and he has three motorcycles in Astoria and is working on an NFT project

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Saturday, December 7, 2024

Monday, November 11, 2024

Monday, November 4, 2024

Friday, October 18, 2024

Wednesday, October 16, 2024

Thursday, October 3, 2024

Wednesday, October 2, 2024

Sunday, September 29, 2024

Virginia, USA


It is true,
What I said about Virginia.
I love Virginia.

Monday, September 16, 2024

After I Will I Can by the Karlssons

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Monday, September 2, 2024

Sunday, July 28, 2024

Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Saturday, July 20, 2024

Summer machines, like cars, go back to places like places with Italian benches

I’m so glad that we decided to go back the way we came, for if we did not, we might have missed the Italian benches 

Oh, the hot cars
Oh, the Italian benches 

Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Poo-keep-sey
Poo-kip-sea

It was disgusting
You asked to play the piano 

Thursday, July 4, 2024

Analysis of Painting which, through analysis, reveals itself to be concerned mainly with Ghosts

This painting exists at Brisas Del Mar Spanish Restaurant at Rockaway beach in Queens, NY:


 I am struck by the depiction of the roadways. A confusing scale, and its lines are more suggestions than depictions of familiar symbols. These roads are unimportant, and can be streaked and lazy, as long as they communicate their being. A horse is a horse, with small legs. One driver asleep or inanimate, the other a ghost. And even more ghostly, the greenish glow, or being, separating upper and lower, or Heaven and Earth. In Heaven there is tower, radiant and illogical, like all heavenly things. Atop rests the figure of a man, but a man devoid of feature and agency, purely symbolic, like the industrial world created beneath him, because of him. He did not mean to do this, and he does not know that it's ugly. But the trees! The trees are not ugly, though formulaic and calculated. Fundamentally opposed, however, to the man-made roads in their kind of calculation. Nature's calculation breeds beauty, while man's calculation breeds only embarrassment; the silliness of resting, naked and featureless, on a glorious pillar. The pillar is glorious because it is framed to be, but the framer's perspective reveals itself to be just as fallible and cringe as the golden tower and the man upon it. 
Most mysteriously, rests our subtle, true focal point: the red and white swath. A child's dress, a suggestion of a plastic bed of roses, this can only be created by God, beyond Heaven, helping us along by confronting us with that which we do not and cannot understand. In the face of this false picture of industrial certainty and illusory heavenly bliss, He saves us. After the initial humiliation, there remains only faith, which blows through the curtains of our tower, like a Ghost. 

 

Thursday, June 6, 2024

Tuesday, May 28, 2024

BUS POEM


I am going to Indiana

Have you ever been to Indiana?

Indiana is a country

All you can see is trees


Saturday, May 11, 2024

Monday, May 6, 2024

Sunday, April 21, 2024

Sunday, April 14, 2024

Thursday, February 22, 2024

Friday, December 15, 2023

 


                                                   

Sunday, December 10, 2023