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No image for this one, use your minds eye with me
Yesterday I was walking down myrtle ave underneath the train with my cousin and aunt, we were on our way to a private event at the library (im looking great thank you for asking, wearing this silky floor length dress my aunt had just given to me with my only pair of heels i got for an insane discount on the real real that are definitely not extremely uncomfortable)
We pass this couple embracing each other on the sidewalk, the sunlight has crept underneath the tracks and is illuminating the scene like a golden sheet laid over them. Nothing distracts the pair as they lock lips. I doubt they even register my gawking and if they did it certainly didn't matter to them. And almost as if the scene had been written, cast, and set-decorated: on the woman's shoulder hung a violently red bag that read "lovestruck."
When we arrived at the subway station steps about two blocks later I looked back and saw them far in the distant still in each others hands. My aunt and cousin said that was excessive, but to me I couldn't think of anything more wonderful.
Mar 11, 2025
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The smoke in the air made the day feel like a photo from the history books and I took a photo to capture the rhyme but when I look at it now, I notice that those two men walked past and one reached to hold the other’s hand. I’m recommending, at least for the moment, looking for evidence of love and intimacy instead of proof of our doom-ward direction
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this heart in the concrete has been on my mind since stumbling across it. i am constantly wondering the story behind it. were they alone and took advantage of the drying cement to cement their love for passing onlookers to see? were they dared to draw something by a friend and their intentions were too pure to trace anything but a heart? but why a heart? the endless possibilities of a blank canvas for the public eye and yet they chose a heart? maybe out of fear that it would be erased if anything else were to be etched in stone? maybe they feared a name of a lover wouldn’t last as long as just a heart? but it’s just a heart. no initials. no “Oscar wuz here :).“ no time stamp or anniversary. just a heart.
I struggle to find a reason of intention and yet this heart just stares back at me. but maybe this is love. reminding me on my walk that love exists. it comes and goes. it will show up unintentionally and unconditionally. there doesn’t have to be logic or reason behind it. there doesn’t have to be some long, drawn out story explaining how love works and comes to be. it can be just a heart. hardened in the concrete by an unknown artist who knows more about love than I ever could.
Apr 5, 2024
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is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together for the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I’m telling you about it
being this enamored with someone is the best most beautiful feeling life has to offer and i love how o’hara puts words to it
Mar 14, 2024
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