“i wish everybody knew what’s so great about you. Oh, but your love is such a swamp”
those lyrics makes me laugh and they’re great
Month: April 2015
NYC 2k15 videos + photos
Ok, I could write everything we did in NYC. But Jen did that here. And I already wrote about the Sufjan show, so I decided to stick with the video montage route.
So, If you like sexy close ups of Jen, flawless transitions, and excellent song censoring, check it out.
if you’re myself, my mother or jeanette and are interested in a longer unedited version, see below:
(highlights include Jen freaking out at time square at 0:20, unedited subway dancing at 2:45 and a sad attempt to say bye to NYC at 3:48)
NYC was perfect, that’s really all anyone needs to know.
and here are some pictures:
Mimesis. C&L. 11 April 2015.
Carrie & Lowell. 11 April 2015.
Beacon Theater. Manhattan, NYC.
Sufjan Stevens.
A Mimetic Performance.
mi·me·sis
R H U B A R B
“Oh Rhubarb, the infamous traitor of all vegetables. While clearly a veggie, rhubarb has gained the spotlight for filling springtime pies. But when rhubarb isn’t busy stuffing cobblers, tarts and bars, she is still featured in salads, vinaigrettes and even soups. Rhubarb was totally that girl you hated in high school (maybe envision her when you’re chopping rhubarb up for the delicious tart you’re about to make) and now she’s probably a wildly popular veggie feminist breaking down all the traditional roles of carrots, broccoli and rainbow chard across the globe. Gotta love her for that (but still hate her for being good at literally everything. ew)”
–Danielle Isbell, writing at work
I am forever taking every metaphor at least one step too far.
(also I cut most of this from the actual article)
Have I mentioned I love my internship?
there are windows all around
clouds hang heavy with memories.
which is why i’m conflicted as to whether i want the sun to create hairline fractures in the sanguine,
suffocating
gray, or,
if i want to sit in the old fondness and think of the time before
when the rain held us in and the clouds kept us close
archives + echoes
I remember being 17, driving back from practice, consumed by the sight of clouds. I remember rolling the windows down because the air hurt (I wanted to feel it). I remember questions about color and imagining the pain of heartbreak. Continue reading “archives + echoes”
a liminal space 
