Ferdinando Scianna: Rome. Villa Borghese. 1963
(Source: varietas, via paveo)
Russian women place flowers by the bodies of four American soldiers slain by German officers, 1945.
gammas & gerunds: Stranger -
Never has it been. Never have I felt. The fashion
shifted quickly. I spent the summer switching
a specific valuable placket from blouse to blouse, pins in
my teeth at half dawn, kids already up and slumping
into tire swings. My love was an egg but he did not rot
like an egg, still hale as the outside fractured, rivet
wrinkles running down his face. He said he’d broken
a woman like an egg, or was he taking her
for the morning, was it the morning that broke, split
open and red? Something’s living in there, he said
of the pin cushion tomato plucked from the bowl,
and put it back. There was a way to crack an egg and then
there was a way that eggs got cracked. Sure, a stranger
pitched me like perhaps an egg against the home
of a hated leader. And so what? I met no god. It was a time
when everyone was bleating SHOP YOUR CLOSET,
meaning we weren’t wearing all we could. Take another
look, you never know. A few of us trundled around
in the cop car searching. I was in my projects,
head to toe. The cop said WILD SHIRT and I said I MADE IT.
—Handsome, vol. 4
A writer is a foreign country. — Marguerite Duras, “The M.D. Uniform” (from Practicalities)
But what I can’t stop thinking about is how the more you need something the more you are unable to see it. I used to love my son so much. & now that he is dead I am not sure what it is that I love when I love him. — Mathias Svalina, I Am a Very Productive Entrepreneur
Anonymous asked: Are you aware that you look like Emma Watson?
Hahaha a little. I do hear that a lot.
and I wanted
a love I could break like a dollar — Danniel Schoonebeek, from “Alibi (Honeylocust)” (Handsome, vol. 4)
A mouthful of sky. The thorn you kiss goodnight. The kind of prayer you bury beneath the rose bush. They are bodies between these churches. We are the stain upon the glass. — Fritz Ward, from “Love Letter Lingering Inside a Semi-Historical Room” (Handsome, vol. 4)
I love Cheryl Strayed and so does Emma Aylor.
This book changed my way of thinking about life.