The Soul selects her own society,
then Shuts the door.
e. dickinson

Wednesday, September 5, 2007


The body moves
in black satin, you
could imagine
how much leg room
could fit into
K's thought of it; he
takes the pencil
& something moves
his hand, through
the glove
onto the page,
dense matter, an
accumulation of himself
against white
when he draws it
& she walks
as traces of pencil
following the
line of what
he forgot.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

Shower Curtain Couture: by Natalia Ryzhova

One of the greatest fashion artists my lovely Nata...