



my parents had a silver and black circular bar when i was a little boy that swung open* to reveal a mirrored-interior filled with crystal glasses and decanters. very shag i must say…. i saw this piece by italian photographer and artist, willy rizzo in paris and got all excited but rizzo’s wife kindly extinguished my flame by telling me that ours was “probably a knock off” as rizzo’s originals did not open… oh well i had no idea who willy rizzo was til yesterday, but i must say i find him fascinating and will surely look into his work in the next decade of my life… that is if i make it out of paris alive. by xy
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completely brilliant but partially insane poet anne sexton was a master of language, and quite the absolute beauty. her birthday being last week, i have had her on the mind, and the struggles she went through as a mother, writer and human being. sexton attempted several times, and finally took her own life; however, before that tragedy she left behind a remarkable world of honesty. embracing topics that very few had sought out before her, sexton was undoubtedly a paragon of sorts. a few lines from her poem, as it was written: