chalk and acrylic on gross college mail
you know…what else is it good for?
monument to student debt
A view into a space that cannot be entered (page 2 of 5)
"We do not know the time we lose -
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties -
A firm appearance still inflates
The card - the chance - the friend -
The spectre of solidities
Whose substances are sand -”
- Emily Dickinson
Do not be corrupted by praise,
I think you should stay the same.
They’ve lost your fondness anyway.
Please take power out of your mind
Do not forget that marble inside
When the city chips away at
your soft and happy frame
The clear, blue veins in the
angles of your face
Tell me quickly to be silent,
sometimes when I sit, you know, I find that
I am greatest on days like today
when the social life is wrong
and I find myself alone
on a park bench
I say it’s too late in the year to find the sun so fearless,
and with the wind, warm and steady, it makes tears less cold.
I heard two girls exchange words on the campus,
How today the sun is American, I guess —
how they don’t feel pride on the 4th of July,
but how they feel so patriotic when the weather is like this.
You are the superlative dream
I do not like the person I have come to be,
the one who finds you attainable,
and scorns those who are not able,
to pretend to be the best like me.
Right, that is the problem,
I am pretending,
I really can’t solve any of them -
I want to be fine by all
and if exclusivity makes a beast of me,
Maybe I’ll stop to enjoy the rest of this stupid phone call.
I have been thinking a lot about photographs.
Do you remember a time when you kept photos in frames, facing inwards on your desk at work?
Or after a night with friends, when you quietly hid the fresh pictures away in an album, on the very top of your book shelf?
Or those times when you would visit your grandparents, up in Vermont, and they would show you all of the photos of your relatives, on the egg-white wall, and explain them in a way incomparable to a tenured curator at a museum?
Do you remember that?
Because today you take your pictures and you feed them to the internet.
You do not savor them or save them for yourself.
You have made them to impress: flashy, surface, massive forgetfulness.
And precious things have lost their charms, due to the congealed 10,000 views from 10,000 teenagers all thinking that the same delicate image is subjective. Or substantive. Or original.
In this way we have lost intimacy - we have forgotten that Kodak moments were meant to be personal, and hidden away, and rediscovered, and explained to the grandchildren.
Blue Annie #1
Oh father it’s getting cold
Old work clothes
Blue Nudes journal study