e.e. cummings

i like my body

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh...And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you quite so new 

W magazine

I'm obsessed with this photo of Kristen Dunst from the new W. I'm ready for bathing suits and blond hair.

James Turrell. Sees the light.

Still dancing cheek to cheek

You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have to live alone to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I´d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep?

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique -
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.

All soaked in sex, and pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
We made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet -
And then consented to be wrecked
A thousand kisses deep

From Leonard Cohen's A Thousand Kisses Deep

It is clementine season, my peach

This song came on my ipod at work yesterday

and I was immediately taken back

to early morning in the Plex in New Orleans:

mate brewing, schoolbooks and the 

most wonderful porch ever constructed. 

Its funny, I like me best with a broken heart.

Craft goal:

To create this adorable Kate Spade bag from the spring lemon inspired line-

$400? Yeah, right!

Wish me luck. 

Some Dylan for today

You never understood that it ain’t no good
You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain’t it hard when you discover that
He really wasn’t where it’s at
After he took from you everything he could steal?

How does it feel?
How does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home

Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone