Damn, August lasted forever

5.9.2020

I was reading Sexton

Thinking about the waterfalls in Argentina of Wong Kar-Wai, so near and yet

I’ve never been there as far as I remember

“love as simple as shaving soap”

Sometimes words are important

Cause not knowing can fabricate monsters

And god knows

we all love petting fluffy stuffs

But sometimes there are no words

And it is in these exact moments, my love,

I regret being with you (almost)

Creation is a catastrophic event

And that’s my only explanation

For keeping the door red-locked

And putting a fight with you

I wonder how must have been for the ones

Who became - like them or not - their poems, their songs and their drawings

And I am very sure

They had no idea

what they did when they do

Like when I ask you “Have you read Rimbaud’s last letter?”

Or “did you see the angels of Paul Klee?”

You see

That’s what I always mean

A painter once told me “being an artist takes a lot of space”

and this is stuck in my head since then

It’s as hard for me as it is for them

(but I'm going to try anyway)

And then I get black, lack, back into the living room and step over Anne’s writings and forget the Waterfalls of Hong Kong

Yes, happiness is so close

And it is in these exact moments, my love

I need you the most

For it is then that I remember

Lynch’s phrase

“I don't think it was pain

that made Vincent great -

I think his painting brought him

whatever happiness he had.”