Hey, I'm in a stupid foreign country, I don't know anyone down here, I'm living in a underclass artsy apartment in Camden, it's in the center almost, but at the same time it's isn't. I talked to a little lady yesterday, her uncle is a movie maker, she kinda likes of one of his stars, I need to be someone's star too, right now. Feed my artistical heart.
I'll make a short description of what I see out of my window, the sights that I'm seing are priceless, I saw a streetwalker in leopart print and another in yellow latex, but I'm pretty sure the last one was a man,a pimp and his crack whore, a transvestite in white and pink with a cop. Everything looks fine, I like what I see, it kinda reminds me of Lower East and it's weirdly brilhance.
At the window, wearing only my lingerie and drinking tea, with a cigarrette in my left hand, today I maybe meet the star boy, or tomorrow, not sure. It's kinda peaceful here, it kinda annoys me, there's people lunching by the outside of a bistrô, al fresco, so cute.
The swinggin' 60's in London is a bit different, or almost over, compared to 65, when my parents came, I think it's because of the crisis or people just got tires of shopping and dancing and having rich fun, to live in the middle of nowhere, having picnics.
My cigarrettes are also over, I need to buy some more... or quit smoking.
domingo, 9 de outubro de 2011
quinta-feira, 6 de outubro de 2011
December 9, 1968
A total stranger woke me up just now, saying he was the menager from my parents, he said so many things at the same time, I still can"t believe, he said I lost all my money, 'cause my parents had a giant bill with a dealer and since they died I spended all the rest.
He gave me 10.000 dollars and said "Get gone, baby girl, you better get gone, they'll come for more". I think I'm going to Europe, more especificaly London, in that country with the Queen, The Beatles and the swingin' that is good old England. I bet I can rent some appartment with my money, and with my face, will not get late before I get a man, and make like grandma or my father.
I rather die without my friends, the real and the alcoholic, New York is home, it's where I was born this way, but I was born with my freedom, "don't tell me I'm less than my freedom". I'll pack my things and go, I better leave all memories behind, I'm gonna find a fight, cool the bad, loose my rich girl manors, fall into the real world, live art, be art, be free, for the first time in my whole life.
This shit is a statement of freedom, my manifesto, I want to break the chains that hold me up here, "Bye Studio, bye Gallery, bye Lou, bye Edie, Bye Lisa, let me go" Spread my wings "You must be crazy Ena Harkness, sweet and violent like a rose, like the rose you are" "It's not for less this is my name".
I put my hat on, get in the cab... Voila new life, Arrevouir.
He gave me 10.000 dollars and said "Get gone, baby girl, you better get gone, they'll come for more". I think I'm going to Europe, more especificaly London, in that country with the Queen, The Beatles and the swingin' that is good old England. I bet I can rent some appartment with my money, and with my face, will not get late before I get a man, and make like grandma or my father.
I rather die without my friends, the real and the alcoholic, New York is home, it's where I was born this way, but I was born with my freedom, "don't tell me I'm less than my freedom". I'll pack my things and go, I better leave all memories behind, I'm gonna find a fight, cool the bad, loose my rich girl manors, fall into the real world, live art, be art, be free, for the first time in my whole life.
This shit is a statement of freedom, my manifesto, I want to break the chains that hold me up here, "Bye Studio, bye Gallery, bye Lou, bye Edie, Bye Lisa, let me go" Spread my wings "You must be crazy Ena Harkness, sweet and violent like a rose, like the rose you are" "It's not for less this is my name".
I put my hat on, get in the cab... Voila new life, Arrevouir.
December 7, 1968
Today, I spended rivers of money, one dress, two go go boots, three scarves, make ups, three Bourbon bottles, a painting, one perfume, three records and through it I payd a couple shots to my little friends. At home, I turned the radio on, heard some The Who, dressed my little clothes, with my black and inseparable stockings, my flats, lightened my cigarrette, putted on my beret and left.
I met some guys from a New York alternative band, danced at Studio 54, went to an artsy bar called Gallery Bar, beautifully fun, but, I'm getting tired of New York, so many things to do, so many friends, lovers, but no one that really cares about you.
I fell in bed at 6:30 A.M, woke up at 1:00 P.M, took a quick breakfest, re done my make up, and went walk around te Lower East Side, I love that place, so artistic, new, different, creative, everyone talks and dressed in an unusual way, art in the living way.
Got home at 7:00 P.M and simply slept.
I met some guys from a New York alternative band, danced at Studio 54, went to an artsy bar called Gallery Bar, beautifully fun, but, I'm getting tired of New York, so many things to do, so many friends, lovers, but no one that really cares about you.
I fell in bed at 6:30 A.M, woke up at 1:00 P.M, took a quick breakfest, re done my make up, and went walk around te Lower East Side, I love that place, so artistic, new, different, creative, everyone talks and dressed in an unusual way, art in the living way.
Got home at 7:00 P.M and simply slept.
quarta-feira, 5 de outubro de 2011
November 25, 1968
Here I am, at my parents home studio staring at the wall, my mothers paintings as they remove her body and body of my father, oh fuck, why? I'm only 17 and I don't know, what the fuck am I going to do? I'm totally alone in the world, scared, and at the same time so free to do whatever I want... Oh lord, I'm so shallow, they killed eachother, killed themselves, I don't know, I don't even wanna know, I'm scared to.
I live in New York since I was born, in the same home studio and I saw my parents eat art, breath art, shit art, that's why I'm like this, I hated so much, and now I want to be like they were, free and crazy, artistical. My mother was born rich, my father married well, I was born rich, a poor little rich girl, like that girl, Edie Sedgwick, my father said I look insanelly like her, everything, but I'm not blond, I'd hate to be blond.
I hate now the fact of being rich, they died, my controllers, and now I have a fucking lot of money and I don't make the minimal idea of what doing with that, do I spend with me? Do I make charity? Do I throw it in the back yard and give as food to my dogs? Do I throw that in my friends asses and make them happy? I don't give a damn!!!
I live in New York since I was born, in the same home studio and I saw my parents eat art, breath art, shit art, that's why I'm like this, I hated so much, and now I want to be like they were, free and crazy, artistical. My mother was born rich, my father married well, I was born rich, a poor little rich girl, like that girl, Edie Sedgwick, my father said I look insanelly like her, everything, but I'm not blond, I'd hate to be blond.
I hate now the fact of being rich, they died, my controllers, and now I have a fucking lot of money and I don't make the minimal idea of what doing with that, do I spend with me? Do I make charity? Do I throw it in the back yard and give as food to my dogs? Do I throw that in my friends asses and make them happy? I don't give a damn!!!
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