A Bit of Everything

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Vik Muniz, Marilyn Monroe, actress, NY City, May 6, 1957, after Avedon, from Gordian Puzzles, 2008

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Jenny Holzer, Projection in Florence, 1996

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Yasumasa Morimura, Brothers (Slaughter 1), 1991

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Yasumasa Morimura, Self-Portrait (Actress) / White Marilyn, 1996

Sunny-side up

early in the morning could never be enough.

I want to transcend my usual protein dosage

.

Scramble up my eggs and fog up the surfaces of my retinas

.

That hauntingly white noise

from the screen to the frying pan -

will become rhythmic

and the ultimate archetype of our love making.

I have fallen

in love with every man

I’ve ever met

I call it optimism

some, immaturity.

of the heart

of the imagination

And I wouldn’t have it

any other way.

I fail so much at blogging.

I think it has to do with my urge to keep a lot of things in my life private… and not posted all over the internet. Which is strange, because I love reading other people’s personal blogs, which contain things like intimate details of relationships, family, work, etc. I’ve never really been that great at talking about myself either, at least not for an extended and consistent period of time.

Now that I think of it, this personality trait of mine has possibly infiltrated my creative style. I think my urge to keep things private and … mysterious - to some extent - causes me to write in a more cryptic manner than others. It’s like I would like to write about something… but I put it in this complicated and strange coding so that it would be difficult for a reader to actually know what I’m saying. This way, I still have my privacy.

Geez, that’s pathetic.

Well, at the very least, it’s a theory to think about. I wonder if there are others out there that feel the same way. Probably not… or else they wouldn’t be blogging.

Toodles.

Don’t get sucked into the ‘I’ll be happy when…’ attitude.

Mascara speared across the pillow case.

I’ve spent every waking moment of my life

attempting to perfect the appearance of my body.

Joseph H. Witzke

(Source: paperlesswords)