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oh, renoir

01 March 2010

nocturnes:
STARS
DISPENSING
STARS

my little apsara
whom i conjure
solve et coagula
from an unmade bed
and dream of honeypot full of gold
golden rainbow
and dream of ice cream
raspberry ripple

echolocating me
through the shuttle of the loom of time
through a vale of tears, empty-handed

unfolding you like a paper doll
a profusion of flowers
be close
but not inside

lookin at:
alexandr kargaltsev
bat for lashes - all i need
best beers in sweden right now
cynthia macadams - feminist portraits, 1974-1977
daniel palillo
david bowie - be my wife
dope smoker reports psychedelic hash to police
elephant secret language clues
four paws campaign - rabbits out of the cages! uk
how much is a human body worth?
isabel mastache
jan durina
luzinterruptus
mary virginia carmack
sawa shoes
space trees have landed
woman from teesside jailed after sex with 12-year-old

listenin to:
beach house - the arrangement
drew danburry
dum dum girls - d.a.l.
joel alme
jonna lee
mathemagic
nada surf - electrocution
primary 1
tracey thorn
travis jeppesen - wolf at the door
Labels: nocturne communique/nocturnal e-mission

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"Oh, Renoir"—it sounds like "au revoir." It sounds like the exclamation of a sculpture connoisseur! Together, it sounds like a farewell to bloated artistic declarations.

"A Journal"—A locked and flowery journal written in by a twelve-year-old girl. A scholarly journal. ((As s)cholar.) The combination of which—twelve-year-old girl scholar—seems apt enough, if not particularly apt, of describing the mental trappings of so many of our college-educated twenty-something peers. An eagerness in the wrong direction. Knowledge funneled through inexperience. Curiosity will kill our cool cats. Really, this is a sketchbook.
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