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Everytime I Add Someone...

November 1st, 2005 (12:54 pm)
current song: I Want To Talk About You, Coltrane

I get drawn by suspect vanity, to look at my INFO page.

The "interests" list...
I haven't looked at it in a while.

I see my weaknesses there...bar names, so many bar names...
I laughed when I saw that Alberto Giacometti was there, after 42 and 931.


ginger's a virgo, ginger's a dog.

I fell in love with his sculptures when I was studying Art History during my weak college
career... Art History, we'd gone on a field trip to The Norton Simon.

Still my favourite museum.
In little ole' Pasadena.
I loved the museums of Europe, but the Norton...
It's personal.

The exhibit was on Tour.
(July 19th, 1991--I cheated and looked in the old paper journal)
I saw these FIGURES--these tall figures of bronze...

The first time I'd really ever bumped chests with a real Existentialist.
I stood there at the feet of these huge thin figures, far longer than the rest
of my class.

(I don't remember adding him to my list.
I forget a lot of things that may be important.)

But I remember seeing His work.
I remember vividly.
I couldn't leave.
(fingering the old paper journal from that day, how much I wrote...
just standing there.)

I was 20 years old.
Everything I was feeling, towering over me.
I kept trying to see a face.
Alberto wasn't about faces.

I wanted to compare these figures to the Degas bronze of "THE LITTLE DANCER"
that lives there at the Norton Simon.

this looks like her...but she is everywhere...Bronze. i think My girl has worn her dress longer...





Tattered tule toutou still clinging...

I was 20, these things could be different and the same in my head.

There was so much room in my head back then.

My head gets so crowded...these days.





Bukowski and Nin

Pinky & the Brain, and Boys with Tennessee Accents

BLACK CANVAS CONVERSE ALL-STARS

The little black dress, red kryptonite, the mean reds--

the trash heap......

And Alberto.










I'm 35, and I am just realising that I am what I wanted to BE.


::Clicks her lucky Zippo and looks at herself in the mirror over her Blinky Box::

*exhales*






There's room.

Comments

Posted by: Stevens (thunper)
Posted at: November 2nd, 2005 06:27 pm (UTC)
flightless birds

YES! Room for jello, always room for jello;
(shots)

Posted by: Daniel (eastland)
Posted at: November 2nd, 2005 10:54 pm (UTC)

There is an unstoppable power in being yourself. The you that you are meant to be.

Revel in your place. Celebrate static motion. Be the rough ideal made manifest.

Posted by: a (ohchicken)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2005 12:15 am (UTC)

HEY! i tried to call a bit ago but you're on the phone and i'm at work :(

wondering what you're doing tonight. meet me and possibly helen and/or greggggggg for a beer? it's got to be pint night somewhere, right?

i misssssss youuuuu....
call me

Posted by: emily (tugena13)
Posted at: November 3rd, 2005 10:02 pm (UTC)

always dug that degas. sometimes i find that i've been subconsciously standing like her. :)

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