Happy Sunday! Thank you for a wonderful three weeks <3 It’s been a fruitful journey and now I must return to the world of academia and New England. You’ll hear from me here and there over the next few months, but as more of a whisper or a quick, fever-like dream.
There’s not much I can say to introduce your new babysitter because he, and his writing, is something you must give into/ indulge in/ experience alone. He is the main event. Every time I read his work my soul is reborn and my mind ages wisely. I’m so excited to watch you grow under his care.
All love,
Vic
I will do my best to explain as little as possible. I can show you better than I can tell you. So for the next few weeks I will show myself as genuinely as I can. I will hold nothing back and I will resist my urge to make an experience easier for you to digest. That is an aesthetic sacrifice no one asked me to make. In doing so I will inspire or disgust or fascinate you or all of the above. We are going to be out late. We are not going to bother with shame or guilt or duty. What is important in every encounter with a foreign Other is self-reflection, which is called a reflection for a reason. It is to look in my eyes and see yourself back. ¿And what do you see? There is art in every experience and you will only know what you have to say when you are comfortable with having a voice. Don’t do as I do and only follow some of what I say, the parts that work for you, but please, promise me you’ll do something. Even if it just listening. When you really settle in and follow the flow of my writing you will find a feeling of a veiled lyricism that sails you over an obsidian ocean. Weightlessness. And then you will fall from my hands. And when you close your eyes and look deep into the falling and the sinking you will be surprised with how clearly you see yourself. I will speak for myself but I am talking about us, you and I, you specifically and all of you, because we are many different sizes and shapes and we are in different places in the world and our lives but we are all made of the same stuff, flesh and blood and feelings and esoteric ethereal power.
You may know me as a party boy or a friend or a mystery or as an authority. But I am just a mirror.
Albeit my frame is very sophisticated and colorful and well-adorned!
— A. II
LITTLE DEATHS
HUNGER
SACRIFICES NO ONE ASKED YOU TO MAKE
THE LIMITS OF THE OLD FLESH AND THE OLD WAYS
LITTLE DELIGHTS
THIRST
HEDONISM
EYE CONTACT
FEELINGS WHICH NO ONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS
FROM THE HOT LITERATI UNIVERSE
If you’re in or around NYC, mark your calendars for September 15th!
“How 2 Party”, “Don’t Forget About Hot Literati”, and Two Poems by Victoria
If you or someone you know is an artist that is interested in astrology and potentially contributing to a top secret project, please reach out to Nwakaego ASAP!
Comentários