"I paint myself because I am often alone and I am the subject I know best."
— Frida Kahlo
Photo by Guillermo Davila, 1929.
"Meditations on Spring"
"Mist and Tree Moss"
"Table For Two At Pho Bac"
Mihály Zichy, A kísértetek órája, részlet, 1880.
At some point in the not-too-distant past, Arthur Kane and Steven Patrick Morrissey were sitting in Mel’s Drive-In on Sunset Boulevard in West Hollywood. Mr.
Say what you will about how fine things are.
I dont buy it. For a lot of reasons.
You are not the kind of person
who would do the things you have done.
You are simply confused,with a slanted view of things
that create a desire to run.
THAT is understandable.
THAT is natural,
To turn your back on all things that
cant come from anywhere else —
or cant be manufactured …is not .
You are not a good enough liar to have fooled me.
It is not in your nature. I was a liar half of my life.
Not with you. You knew me… when.
So you tried to fool me,
because it was so easy to fool yourself.
How could you possibly forget where I come from?
So say things are fine, but I heard you
I heard you cry you hated yourself. I heard you cry regret
I heard you cry for more- for different.
I heard you laugh for me.
The cries didnt come from nowhere but from confusion
an internal struggle (sheltering yourself away, )
and looking for the quick fix, to not take love at your feet
as a gift.
Fate’s emotional band-aid
You should know I understand.
We dont feel we deserve it.
We dont know if we can believe it exists.
False reasons, from any number of sources
have made us adept at numbing ourselves
against the good, against the cleansing,
and healing that comes from dealing with it.
Healing that Comes from Love of the Other
Healing that comes from Love of self.
Healing that comes from Love for another.
It is easier to build walls, to hate ourselves in secret,
to put on a happy face until the cracks get too deep…
I Love you.
Cracks and all.
Because I’m still
filling in my own.
I believe it will stop the bleeding.