two semispheres having a discussion
- - 2005-07-16
hope he doesn't read. it has to be an unsent letter. - 2005-07-07
- - 2005-07-05
- - 2005-06-28
- - 2005-06-26
9:05 p.m. - 2005-05-29
And now I know I’ve found the perfect man. Only that he is in two pieces. He is composed of 50% M and 50% S. He is perfect and I’m lost in love with him. Oh my, can you imagine it? M’s face I could watch forever. S’s body, all muscles wherever you put your hands. The harmony there is between M and me. The wit of S. The passion of M. The calm strength of S. Their intelligence, all different, all tickling. M that goes to bed with a girl even if he’s not in love. S that doesn’t, not even when he is in love. M that believes in nothing. S that believes in too many things. When M says something you can be almost sure he is going to do the opposite. When S says something you can feel it is forever.
Let’s say, they’ve lost me. Not the opposite or I start to cry.
(I thought I had enough love for both of us. For all the three of us. And now I hardly have enough of it for myself)
Yesterday I went to Vienna to see the Magritte exhibition and the picture gallery of the Kunsthistorisches Museum. At the end of the hot hot day I was dying from art overdose. It’s a beautiful thing, a drug. Stuff beauty into your head until the point when it explodes. When it does, you start flowing. It doesn’t happen to me very often. Once when I had high fever a year ago, I visionated about goldsmith’s art pieces, precious stones, gloden objects and so on. Another time Donatello bronzes started to embrace me and I could identify myself with the flowing of draperies.
Maybe that’s what makes me worth more inside. All the precious materials absorbed. But no one tries to open me up to see.
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