Revisiting micro.blog and appreciating it immensely. Why did I ever quit you? And now I am publishing to it from my own site, rommy.blog. It feels like the perfect workflow.

The tiny flame of the lighter flickered between us, as perishable as the atmosphere which our exaggerated politeness had created. The merest breath would have extinguished the one, the least incautious gesture or word would have destroyed the other.

Christopher Isherwood The Last of Mr. Norris

Once again the air reeks of microwaved popcorn. Once again I am only who I am.

George Saunders Offloading for Mrs. Schwartz

Gerard Malanga’s paris to new york non stop

#poetry

If you get the message, hang up the phone. For psychedelic drugs are simply instruments, like microscopes, telescopes, and telephones. The biologist does not sit with eye permanently glued to the microscope, he goes away and works on what he has seen.

Alan Watts

It seemed to him the room of an inhibited bachelor. It was dimly horrifying, like timid secret desires for unattainable intimacies.

Graham Greene The Confidential Agent

He was no longer interested in his own psychology. He dreamed of lecture-rooms, his wife, sometimes of food and wine, very often of flowers.

Graham Greene The Confidential Agent

Charles Bukowski - The Wasted Profession

the wasted profession&10;&10;all the words, you know, it's hard to tell if you're truly on course or on some vanity trip: how much can be said, how much has already been said, and why?&10;other writers' words do me little good, then, why should mine be special?&10;all my words... do they create laughter through the flame?&10;&10;the same poets reading over and&10;over again in the same venues; I am embarrassed for them and for myself:&10;do we really think that we are fashioning speech more unusual than a stock market or weather report?&10;&10;all the words—we type away-on and on—most of us living lives ordinary and without courage are we sick to think that our speech is&10;exceptional?&10;&10;I don't like us and I never did —is there anything worse than a creature who lives only to write poetry?

The Boy and the Heron was as solid as we can expect from any Miyazaki film, but while there were moments of magic, it failed to completely awe me in a way I’ve come to expect from him. And that’s fine I guess. Perhaps what disappointed me the most was Joe Hisaishi’s score this time around.

The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can’t wake up.

D.H. Lawrence

From Nathanael West’s The Day of the Locust

Her invitation wasn’t to pleasure, but to struggle, hard and sharp, closer to murder than to love. If you threw yourself on her, it would be like throwing yourself from the parapet of a skyscraper. You would do it with a scream. You couldn’t expect to rise again. Your teeth would be driven into your skull like nails into a pine board and your back would be broken. You wouldn’t even have time to sweat or close your eyes.

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Like It Is - Yusef Lateef

open.spotify.com/track/23s…

Brooklyn, NY in 2015

Dream Scenario was good. Never quite got weird enough in its absurdism or deep enough into the darkness. It always had one foot solidly grounded in reality which made it feel a bit too normal/linear relative to my expectations. boxd.it/v2h0

Pomegranate by Louise Glück

Some recent 35mm shots

This incredible album has been getting plenty of runtime from me. All those fractions of pennies to Yuja Wang and the LA Phil. open.spotify.com/album/0v3…