20 parts poemas de amor, 2 parts cotton sweaters from the gap. pour over tiny asian girl and shake.

Monday, January 19, 2009

flowers for peace

a couple of my current fixations:
a. rituals. i love their rigor. i love their excess. i love that they are best performed under some sort of physical/mental/emotional duress. i love that they don't really mean anything in the grand scheme of things.
b. garlands. this motif recurs a lot in pablo neruda. one certain garland also wore red shoes in the wizard of oz.
c. appending 'for peace' to the end of plural nouns. sentences for peace, y'all! if everyone adopted such a mission, do you think we'd live in a happier world?

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