starfish: are there any words that you live by?
I’m not a fan of pinning up a quote like an idol, I mean, I’m not a fan of the displacement, the out-of-contextness. But I have to say, il buon tempo verra: I’m like a blue fucking lantern with depression and muddy vision and three little Cartier rings on my wrist instead of one that throws a punch.
sail: do you have a favorite poem?
I’m going to say Siken’s Portrait of Fryderyk in the Shifting Light because it’s cropped up in my mailbox unexpectly just as the light was shifting and Shelley’s Queen Mab (which is one of the more *ambitious* pieces in my folio and obviously, poems I’ve a hands-on relationship with rank higher by default).
