every way you look at this you lose

I love polaroids. Probably more than anything else. Just because of that white border. And the color shifting. It's sort of reminds me of sleazy motel rooms and cheese pizza. This is Rhiannon Adam on polaroid, and I think she hit it spot on. 

"As I would later learn, Polaroid is the chosen medium for candid moments, illegal activity and secret rendezvous."

                     

photos courtesy of DazedDigital

And what is this craziness about no more polaroid film, might I ask? An outrage. What are the candidates going to do about that?

they only wanted to have sex in the rain

This is a quote from Jack Kerouac's The Dharma Bums, which I just read for the first time, and which put me in just the right mood for my upcoming camping trip. All I want to do is hike through the mountains and whisper haikus to the trees. 

"Try to do it without stepping on the aardvark. Don't be a sucker all your life, dummy up, ya dope. Do you see what I mean? My lion is fed, I sleep at his side."

That's not really a haiku, 

but here are a few:

"Talking about the literary life–

the yellow aspens."

"Rocks on the side of a cliff,

why don't they tumble down?"

"The sparrow hops along the veranda,

with wet feet."

And here is possibly the very nicest thing ever said:

"It's a shining now-ness and we've done it, carried America like a shining blanket into that brighter nowhere Already."

Alas, if Jack Kerouac had not died years and years ago, and if I had not been born in the nineties, we would make love in public places, not think anything of it, and scratch poems into cliff faces, and think nothing of that. 

we sing mostly in the mornings

The big old men were sitting on their thrones

rattling their wine-soaked bones.