Boston. Fucking horrible.
I remember, when 9/11 went down, my reaction was, “Well, I’ve had it with humanity.”
But I was wrong. I don’t know what’s going to be revealed to be behind all of this mayhem. One human insect or a poisonous mass of broken sociopaths.
But here’s what I DO know. If it’s one person or a HUNDRED people, that number is not even a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a percent of the population on this planet. You watch the videos of the carnage and there are people running TOWARDS the destruction to help out. (Thanks FAKE Gallery founder and owner Paul Kozlowski for pointing this out to me). This is a giant planet and we’re lucky to live on it but there are prices and penalties incurred for the daily miracle of existence. One of them is, every once in awhile, the wiring of a tiny sliver of the species gets snarled and they’re pointed towards darkness.
But the vast majority stands against that darkness and, like white blood cells attacking a virus, they dilute and weaken and eventually wash away the evil doers and, more importantly, the damage they wreak. This is beyond religion or creed or nation. We would not be here if humanity were inherently evil. We’d have eaten ourselves alive long ago.
So when you spot violence, or bigotry, or intolerance or fear or just garden-variety misogyny, hatred or ignorance, just look it in the eye and think, “The good outnumber you, and we always will.”
“Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.”
“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene
1. don’t you dare
show up looking like
someone you aren’t. it’ll be enough,
having a broken pulse, don’t
break my heart, too.
2. if the priest
starts talking about
was a good fucking catholic, stop him. tell
him about my clumsiness and
my relentlessly curly hair, tell him
about the boy
I was in love with
when I was sixteen. if he doesn’t
understand, tell anyone who will listen.
my ugly fingers, scarred from
nervous habits. my explosive
laughter, the way
I only did sing
in the shower.
3. please, oh
please. leave the bouquets at home. don’t
layer death on top of me,
don’t want to struggle
getting back to you
on Christmas by way of a flickering candle,
on your 39th birthday
in that space of darkness that is every blink.
4. don’t worry
about being formal, I
never was. I’d rather you
get up there and
sing Vienna by Billy Joel than
sit in the pew, your hands folded
for the first time in years
over me, and my unfolded oxygen supply.
5. know that
of dying. death is the truth. I
fear lies. don’t lie. don’t wear
sadness like a scarf
that doesn’t suit you. don’t
from Hades, everyone knows
hell is cold. I was always
a summer girl.
San Diego 13’
A beautiful weekend in San Diego with the best of em’ @kt_booth @lindzmcclure @half____pint @mdenov (at Pacific Beach, San Diego)