instant gratification

naive but uptight.

'Tom Verlaine was a very bright boy, very learned, but there was some tightness within him. He was just so tightly wound. He was always concerned about men coming on to him. I mean, he was pretty, but I think he didn't really know what life was all about. He hadjust accrued experience from books- it was all read, and not lived. He was very naive in a lot of ways. As opposed to Richard Hell, who had both feet in the ooze.
Hell was definitely the one thinking in subversive terms. Hell was the one who always had the most awareness of what the text was trying to denote. Hell was a boulevard surrealist, groping for the breakthrough, the one grasping for liberation.'

florence

i want so much to write! i feel like i'm floating around in bits of imagery and verse with no way of communicating what they mean. i'm swimming around in other people's poetry and more or less failing at writing it myself.
i would so much like to make art. i can't believe i have to wait almost an entire year before i can stop thinking about things like math and chemistry and just start existing in clouds of imagery and symbolism and interpretation and new mediums. i suppose there are always pre-college programs... in italy?
you: i feel like dirt. no, actually, you feel like dirt. your profundity is dirt and talking with you is EXACTLY like throwing stones into a shallow pool. for once, i actually said precisely what i wanted to say. it's like throwing stones and expecting the satisfaction of them sinking, but instead only getting noise and superficial splashes of water. don't give yourself so much credit.

jane vain and sunday nights

'everything that i say to you
will be forgotten by tomorrow
so why do i try to lend you ideas
that you aren't even able to borrow?'

my name is potato - RITA PAVONE -

counting down

my journal says--

i like feeling safe in unsafe places, like in a car with you.

are those your breadcrumbs scattered along my path?

let's be wanderers

remember me next time i go away
for the first time in my life i wanna stay
i can count one hand here today
the only things that matter to me anyway
and it seems so far away
seems so far away

remember me now
'cause things always change
5 long years have gone
i've done some time
sleeping where i fall
i know i'll never be the same

les racines et les branches de ma coeur

i wasn't expecting that when i translated it, and it was just so beautiful.

true love

unfortunately, i have wasted all my really good lines on real people, instead of saving them for my blog.
and i like it.
i like hugging people when you're both dressed in multiple layers, because there's more for you to get lost in. i like how the night sky has three dimensions when you get out of the city. i saw four shooting stars.
i always want to know who the important people are. i'm glad i know how to laugh at myself. i always want to know how to laugh at myself. i'm glad i know who the important people are.

"the tricks of today are the truths of tomorrow."

what's important

yes, this was a shitty shit weekend of shit. i didn't even have hope to run on. i don't really like blogs, it's awkward and i feel like i'm supposed to live in a way that will make for coherent and linear writing.
that really didn't last very long.

'she is so explosive,
volcanoes watch her and learn-
terrorists strap her to their chests because she is a cause worth dying for.'

really? score! we are so pleased!!!