it makes a lot of sense to me that los angeles became the epicenter of punk/ska during the 1980s. punk synesthetically sounds like well-worn tennis shoes hitting the concrete and taking flight into an unforgiving sunset. it is geographically bounded, evoking its dissonant tierra with the strike of a chord and the rasp of a voice.
all i do since i've stepped foot in here is think about urbanism and art and life. i've also been making my way through more neruda. current favorite line: come to my heart dressed in white (oda con un lamento, residencia en la tierra).
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- carola rola
- I unofficially take photographs and charm people for a living. Officially, I received a B.F.A. from Cornell University, and am now on the West Coast making websites, planting gardens, and damning the man. Be my friend at carol[dot]why[dot]zou[at]gmail[dot]com.
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