Some of the music, somewhere between ambient, wailing women,
classical, punk, '50s heartbreak, '90s hookup, scorned people,
people in love, descriptions of grass turning from gray to gold,
those trumpets blaring next to french horns as the choir launches
into war, radiohead's cover of can's the thief, that guitar
strumming the same note from the beginning of the song to the end,
kate bush, drum-beating funk-blasting ass-shaking neo-disco, badu
All of the books.
All of them.
The last great one:
"Autobiography of Red" by Anne Carson
The current great one:
"Swann's Way" by Marcel Proust
"Close to the Knives" by David Wojnarowicz
The most recent movies I saw and loved:
Don't Look Now
Martha Marcy May Marlene
The Shining (always, but scarier as I get older)
Constantine (any time, any day)
Spirited Away (for my inner sentimental teenage girl; always)
I just bought the fanciest knife in town. This has been a dream of
mine for a decade. It was a floor model from a closing
Williams-Sonoma. It was 70% off. Do you want to watch me slice
onions thinner than your fingernail? 'Cause I'll do it.