FREEINTIST

an assemblage of words and images which fuel my pursuit of the marvelous

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Eris Drew performing “Burnin’ Up” live at Smart Bar.

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Eris Drew performing “Dance Samantha” live at Hugo Ball.

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Eris Drew performing her song “Giraffes” live at Hugo Ball on Oct 2015

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Howe, Susan. That This.

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DESIRE IS THE ONLY SUBJECT.

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The Fact of a Doorframe

means there is something to hold onto with both hands while slowly thrusting my forehead against the wood and taking it away one of the oldest motions of suffering

Adrienne Rich, from “The Fact of a Doorframe” in The Fact of a Doorframe (W.W. Norton & Company, 2002)

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Sex and love both can and HAVE been commodified. Sexual love, both amorous AND erotic, is irreverent in its reverence and thus, fundamentally revolutionary. Authentic desire expressed is incendiary.

Day, Erin M. Journal entry.

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Painting by a preschooler I met today named Jahaira Bustamonte. Today I felt like I was harmonizing with the void and when I showed Nathan this picture she said it should be called “E Harmonizing with the Void.” It is like a vortex made of my favorite colors out of a child’s hand print and the beginning and ending letters of my name. Pretty dope.

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Otto Dix, Apotheosis, 1919

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A good lover knows the rhythms of sex as well as the rhythms of anxiety. You have to play the one through the other.

Day, Erin M. Journal Entry. 19 January 2015.

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Why one writes is a question I can answer easily, having so often asked it of myself. I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live. I could not live in any of the worlds offered to me—the world of my parents, the world of war, the world of politics. I had to create a world of my own, like a climate, a country, an atmosphere in which I could breathe, reign, and recreate myself when destroyed by living. That, I believe, is the reason for every work of art.

Nin, Anais. “The New Woman.” In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays. San Diego: Harcourt, 1976. Print.

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To deny love, and deceive it meanly by pretending that what is unconsummated remains eternal, or that love sublimated reaches highest to heavenly love, is repulsive, as the hypocrite’s face is repulsive when placed too near the truth. Farther off from the centre of the world, of all worlds, I might be better fooled, but can I see the light of a match while burning in the arms of the sun?

Smart, Elizabeth. By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept. Flamingo, 1992. Print.