I am a fabulous girl
in my fabulous green-and-yellow room
with my fantastic red sofa and

the sign that says "IN DEFENSE OF HUMOR"
which, I'm not sure what it means,
but at the same time, I get it, and

the pleasure is in not having to explain

Red lipstick and curls and a wide, wide mouth:
the kind of mouth that you never know what will come out of it
A song and dance number on the Hollywood Boulevard?
A shouting at the pigeons to scare them away from our lunch?
A grin sudden and bright at the prospect of hot dogs as we pass the dance studio no one seems to enter?

I wear green, all the time,
and I argue with you, all the time,
and I bang my fists on tables
and I do not like the way you shrug
and I laugh when anybody tries to explain Life
because only sane people try to do something as silly as that

Everything is TOO EXCITING
Tomorrow you might not be here!
Or you might kiss a homeless person!
Or you might buy that really sleek set of headphones you've been eying in that shop window for weeks!
Or you might open the door and find a note and follow it to a bridge where there will be another message and you will follow that to a tower and there will be another message and you will spend the rest of your life trying to get to the bottom of this never ending adventure!

So you see, children—

I'm laughing because you thought
I was going to give a hidden meaning, a sweet succinct summary,
but instead I am laughing alone in my orange knit hat
as I listen to rap music and open my windows to cold Los Angeles air.

❤ valentine mix ❤

I made a mix! Just for you!
Heart songs for this St. Valentine's Day.
a happy day, and lots of love, to you all! XO

(image via)

again by heart

reach backwards
slowly rotate
at all angles
reflected,
recorded,
fluctuation,

every morning in the mirror
in the window

looking past looking through
never at
unfocused

stretch arms upwards
like a dance, like a ballet
unfinished
undetermined

nineteen
or seventy-nine

some times
some days
there is no
difference

the white stripes

One of my favorite—one of the best—rock and roll bands, The White Stripes, disbanded this week. I wanted to say something eloquent but I can't, and anyway, their music making is far better than my words about it could be.

"Jack White once claimed that he had three fathers: his biological dad, God and Bob Dylan."

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"This is possession pure and simple. Jack White sang like he had hell hounds on his trail, baying in endless anguish. He inhabits the song like a funeral mask. This is one of the saddest songs ever recorded. It's the sort of thing you never want to be in the mood to hear, but when you need it, there's nothing stronger."

Both quotes from the "Five great White Stripes covers: Dylan, Beefheart, Son House and more" article in the LA Times by Jeff Weiss