Sometimes, I think my writing is mainly a desire for strength and an admission of weakness. I write myself into the person I want to be. And in those nights, when I'm tired, bone-deep, inside-out, unquenchable, it is always words that saves me.
... Of course there was my
ambition to offer you the world, but one that I have rearranged
to make sense.
- For You Today, Jessica Greenbaum
And, another poem, tells me "[l]ike two negative numbers multiplied by rain/ into oranges and olives". My soul laughs. It all makes sense again. It all makes sense.
That painting was at the National Museum last year as part of the Musee d'Orsay exhibition! It was one of my favorites.
ReplyDeleteYes, Felix Valloton "The Ball". This is the cheaterbug photograph I made ZM take with his handphone. To me, this painting is childhood.
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