chris

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cambridge, ma // gold rush bride // running, books, art

a screenshot of Rose Gray’s song “Just Be Bodies” playing in Spotify
a photo of Jenna Maroney from 30 Rock holding up a drink
photo of my lap, seated on a train, ft. beer can and london review of books
a photo of me sitting shirtless on a porch with an iced coffee and book in the background
Tiny Tim from the Muppet Christmas Carol
a photo of Kermit the Frog holding up a sign that reads “NO”
a still from the film Rififi (1955)
photo of an iced coffee on a coffee table
a photo of me spread legged on an outdoor bench
a shirtless selfie in my bedroom mirror
a photo of two books on a wooden table: How It Feels To Be Alive by Megan O’Grady & The Wonderful World That Almost Was by Andrew Durbin
a screenshot of Anne Hathaway’s song “Holy Spirit” playing in Spotify
a still from the film Drop Dead Gorgeous, with Kirsten Dunst waving and Ellen Barkin and Allison Janney in the background
a poster for the film Wanda by Barbara Loden
a photo of the book Love and Death in the American Novel by Leslie A. Fiedler
photo holding up the book Cassandra at the Wedding by Dorothy Baker
screenshot of Self Esteem’s song “The Deep Blue Okay” streaming in Spotify
a still from Ingmar Bergman’s film Persona, with the actresses Bibi Andersson & Liv Ullmann
a still from the film Drop Dead Gorgeous, with Mary Johanson peforming a lip sync of “Don’t Cry Out Loud” while being wheeled around by a nurse
a still from “breathing in/breathing out” performed by Marina Abramović and Ulay, with both performers’ mouths pressed together
A screenshot of the poem “Petition” by Brigit Pegeen Kelly Petition These are the long weeks. The weeks Of waiting. Let them be Longer. Let the days smolder Like the peat slung In plastic sacks by the greenhouse And let the seedlings not rush Into growth but climb the air slowly As if it were a ladder, One small foot at a time. Let the fetid smell of bone meal Be the body unlocking As the river does, slowing to a hazy laze That pulls the boaters in And makes the fish rise up. And As the wide-wheeled yellow tractors Roll along the highway, Stalling traffic in their wakes, And the dust from the playing fields Settles over us like pollen, Like the balls dropping softly Into our mitts, let The willow’s love of water— Its dark and beaded rain— Be the only storm we long for.
Photo of me standing in front of a mirror with a backwards hat and Marathon singlet.
Photo of a coffee table with a copy Richard Siken’s I DO KNOW SOME THINGS, Larry Levis’s SWIRL & VORTEX, and a cup of coffee.
Photo of a Participation running singlet in the style of a Marlboro Reds box
book cover for The School of Night by Karl Ove Knausgaard
photo of Drew Barrymore in the rain
book cover of Breaking and Entering by Joy Williams
book cover of Minor Black Figures by Brandon Taylor
Section thirteen of Wallace Stevens’s “Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird”: It was evening all afternoon. It was snowing And it was going to snow. The blackbird sat In the cedar-limbs.
a photo of a coffee table with a can of Heady Topper and a stack of books (Stay Dead by Natalie Shapero; Middle Spoon by Alejandro Varela; and The Pelican Child by Joy Williams)
A photo of Bryan Washington’s novel, Palaver