Moments with Big Edie and Little Edie Beale in GREY GARDENS (’76)
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Moments with Big Edie and Little Edie Beale in GREY GARDENS (’76)
I say it now and then never again
sugar is devil’s stuff - namely what you consist of sweet tastes the tip of the tongue
I wink. you are wrong. I blink. you are gone.
I need just enough attention - yes, like that. to feed soul, cherish scar, dream dreams
come out the other side: & sense that sugar smells of nothing at all
your personal truth
note:
when water pours down your face you lie in your own embrace when breathing rough, in any case you find a lot but definitely not your grace
then that’s the spot. you just hit it.
realizing yourself
a poet needs an absolutist to hold on to tight in order to thrive in a world’s life
my spot in the sun
maybe I withold my power bc it will get the rest of me will make my mine universal crabs, shells and fish will see _and the stars too
claiming my potency, my price! WHAT AN AFFAIR what you get is what you project making up my thin air _ well. this is how it ends
you may find someone else to look at now
Bite club, Prue Stent
Genieve Figgis
Garden Embrace,2015
beat the fish
duality always necessary. always drama
archiving my past mistakes - breathing them through
identity always shape-shifting. always attached
deleting my memory - ciao_
killing nostalgia is my daily agenda. I will not rest before the now-moment hits me hard
cute new life
Ruins are the path TRANSFORMATION
go ahead, ruin yourself
pull the card #13 HORROR needs possibility
go ahead, pull me under
love thyself
my attachment is my fear (in disguise)
wake me up inside. call my name and save me from the fire (walk with me)
favourite game
I chase to be chosen Pick me pls So I can abandon you later as well
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Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001
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