Miss Spiritual Tramp of 1948
Alexis Gavrelis.18.Baltimore to New Orleans Well I've always thought it kind of rhymed... If I feel something, I write about it. If I write about it, then I feel it - it`s just that simple.


Read the Printed Word!

"california is full of it: gold. the rush
we get from its luster. it drove men
in droves here. the burning sun
cools itself by dipping into the blue,
that’s golden, too.
the bridge i see on runs and walks.
your hair, your hair, your hair.
the wicked witch knew its power—i sleep
in the gold of california. the seeds
still stuck in my teeth. a trace
of opiates in the blood. the drive
to dover beach, beyond the exit
for the landfill, the hills beside the freeway
swayed—no—quivered spotty orange.
freckled terracettes. hiking the beach
later that day, i saw more. your face
against the green. your face against
the blue. the currency of home
in a face, yours. the transaction
of memory is an image for its forgotten
name. give me that flower on fire.
give me the word for unbearable sun.
"Poppies. Poppies.„” Robert Andrew Perez  (via commovente)

(via commovente)


And now for your enjoyment, an elephant sunbathing in some bushes.”Elephant,” c. 1860–1880, photographer unknown


Anna Karina and Jean-Paul Belmondo on the set of “Pierrot le fou” directed by Jean-Luc Godard
France 1965



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