welcome home, MARIA
une partouze des mains
Author: noavi
daughter of a ROTHSCHILD, and a member of the free french forces during WWII, baroness PANNONICA de KOENIGSWARTER was a patron of the new york jazz scene in the 1950s, as well as a confidant to its greatest musicians.
in two red leather HERMÈS notebooks, “NICA” transcribed the responses of three hundred jazz musicians to the same singular question, and included along with those often phonetically typed notes, a polaroid that she took herself .
all images courtesy of hermes.com
more: BLAKLEY, LOCKJAW & COLTRANE (3)
the morning i got up to begin this book i coughed . something was coming out of my throat: it was strangling me . i broke the thread which held it and yanked it out . i went back to bed and said: i have just spat out my heart .
there is an instrument called the quena made of human bones . it owes its origin to the worship of an indian for his mistress . when she died he made a flute out of her bones . the quena has a more penetrating, more haunting sound than the ordinary flute .
those who write know the process . i thought of it as i was spitting out my heart .
only i do not wait for my love to die .
– ANAÏS NIN, house of incest
“who could change the hearts of men?”
let me worthily defile the pages
above quote by HENRY MILLER
ambiguity is sexy.
as are men people that take chances.
came across these SALTON SEA settlers while taking a break from shooting for a july ’09 spread .
LEONARD, the creator of the monument to universal love (see last link) .
BILLY, the one thumbed, one lunged, gold panning vietnam vet .
the next generation of the desert.
the gang posted up:
looking for new angles on SALVATION MOUNTAIN
just letting my mind fly, trying to catch the ideas as they float by .
if i bury this message deep into the wet earth
maybe, somehow,
it will reach you .
you’ll feel it course through you,
it will enter at your feet
and perhaps dance around your toes .