the beautiful poem

i go to bed in los angeles thinking
 about you.



pissing a few moments ago

i looked down at my penis
 affectionately.



knowing it has been inside 
you twice today
makes me
 feel beautiful.

	3 a.m. january 15, 1967

terrible need

"I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it."

gabrielle

east meets west

the importance of ivy leage

"oh no, we have no interest in getting any good students from China, if they need financial aid. no time to waste there. we need millionaire's children. that's all. we want to help them all we can, to get their children to the ivy league."

visiting time is.. ?

free of cloud

"dusk fell at the same time all the year round. it was very brief, almost like a blow. in the rainy season, for weeks on end, you couldn't see the sky, it was full of an unvarying mist which even the light of the moon couldn't pierce. in the dry season, though, the sky was bare, completely free of cloud, naked. even moonless nights were light. and the shadows were as clear-cut as ever on the ground, and on the water, roads, and walls."

want

that's right.

non, je ne regrette rien

wake up and live!

“life is one big road with lots of signs. so when you riding through the ruts, don't complicate your mind. flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. don't bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality . Wake Up and Live!”

take me away

i'll be seeing you
in all the old familiar places
that this heart of mine embraces
all day through.

in that small cafe;
the park across the way;
the children's carousel;
the chestnut trees;
the wishin' well.

i'll be seeing you
in every lovely summer's day;
in every thing that's light and gay.
i'll always think of you that way.

i'll find you
in the morning sun
and when the night is new.
i'll be looking at the moon,
but I'll be seeing you.

a glorious feelin'

quietly

"he lit a cigarette and gave it to me. and very quietly, close to my lips, he talked to me."

l'amant

"her body is heavy, innocent still, her skin's as soft as that of certain fruits, you almost can't grasp her, she's almost illusory, it's too much. she makes you want to kill her, she conjures up a marvelous dream of putting her to death with your own hands. those flour-white shapes, she bears them unknowingly, and offers them for hands to knead, for lips to eat, without holding them back, without any knowledge of them and without any knowledge of their fabulous power."

malaparte

foto by francois halard

le mépris

see my feet in the mirror? think they're pretty?
very.
you like my ankles?
and my knees, too?
i really like your knees.
and my thighs?
your thighs, too.
see my behind in the mirror? do you think I have a cute ass?
really.
shall I get on my knees?
no need to.
and my breasts. you like them?
yes, tremendously.
gently, paul. not so hard.
sorry.
which do you like better, my breasts, or my nipples?
i don't know. i like them the same.
you like my shoulders?
i don't think they're round enough.
and my arms?
and my face?
your face, too.
all of it?
my mouth, my eyes, my nose, my ears?
yes, everything.
then you love me totally.
i love you totally,
tenderly, tragically.

tea

i'll have my afternoon cup of tea on my balcony while the sun goes down. the wind blows, i smell the scent of magnolia blossom.

an afternoon

foto by alexandra duguay

hungry eyes

my favorite things

raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
brown paper packages tied up with strings
these are a few of my favorite things

cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
these are a few of my favorite things

girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
silver white winters that melt into springs
these are a few of my favorite things

when the dog bites
when the bee stings
when I'm feeling sad
i simply remember my favorite things
and then I don't feel so bad

it will never be the same again...

olafur

oh charlie

gordon matta clark

in love

"...elegant and not frilly in the least – it feels a little darkish, but more like a shadow over a bed of flowers on a summer day, not something that only comes out at night. It has a lovely iris/violet floral open, velvety soft and just glides right out of the open into the heart..."

wanted

sunny spring day!