THE BLOG OF LONGING

Her looks were bedsores and bled on the hill
When her breasts were opened she warbled the dusk of her age
She was as lovely as the sky beneath a pigeon

From “Her” by Vincente Huidobro

Suddenly there was no me observing. There was only the room and bare essential presence. It was as though I was the whole room and the whole room was me, and we were all sitting breathing together. The room had breath, everyone had breath, it was one big swelling breath, and we were all one with it. There was no boundary, and as I breathed I could feel the whole room breathe and expand with breath so that now the room was breathing and there was hardly any me left, only breath and a room and all of us breathing together, and at the same time there was just enough awareness left in me to feel the magnificence of it all, the magnificence and beatitude of what I guess was Big Mind, and my God, how sweet it was.

From “Impossible Vacation” by Spalding Gray

You’re all dead.
What a strange way of being dead. Anyone would say you aren’t. But, truly, you’re all dead.

From “Trilce” by César Vallejo

mayakovsky:

13 April 2014— Individuals in Moscow gather in celebration and memory of Vladimir Mayakovsky on the eve of the anniversary of his death. The pictures show people putting together a performance art piece as well as laying flowers at the bust of Mayakovsky. Read more about the State Museum of Mayakovsky. See more photographs of the event.

The Go-Betweens

The Go-Betweens

Earlier factory owners would make cars so as to buy pictures, now artists paint pictures so as to buy cars.

Mayakovsky, in correspondence with Lili Brik

Is love the total sum of everything for me? Yes, only in another sense. Love is life, love is the main thing. My poetry, my actions, everything else stems from it. Love is the heart of everything. If it stops working, all the rest withers, becomes superfluous, unnecessary.

Mayakovsky, in correspondence with Lili Brik

What’s terrible is that despite all my infinite love for you, I cannot know everything that may sadden you.

Mayakovsky, in correspondence with Lili Brik

Tell Everyone, Everywhere

Portrait of a Young American Girl in the State of Nudity by Francis Picabia

Portrait of a Young American Girl in the State of Nudity by Francis Picabia