Saturday, April 21, 2007

after our own hearts

work and pictures of Mina Loy, an amazing poet, but even more amazing is that she never considered herself a poet at all. she made things. that's what she did. she made clothing, lamps, jewelry, drawings, paintings, "assemblages," hats, things. things that she wanted to surround her. she loved love and sex and dressing up and going out and hiding out and being coy and being a bitch and being smug and being humble and being like nobody else.

I see you this way.

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