The autobiography of red tumblr roses

          “It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colors make..

          “Immortality on Their Faces”: The Persistence of Autobiography of Red

          An artist’s life is an unconventional life….It appears to rebel but in reality it is an inspired way of life.
          xxxx—Agnes Martin, “Advice to Young Artists”

          I’m reading Anne Carson again.

          Having sold over 25, copies, lauded by the likes of Harold Bloom and Alice Munro, it's a runaway poetry bestseller, though certainly not.

        1. Having sold over 25, copies, lauded by the likes of Harold Bloom and Alice Munro, it's a runaway poetry bestseller, though certainly not.
        2. Four of the roses were on fire.
        3. “It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colors make.
        4. Just a memory burn!
        5. “the cries of the roses being burned alive in the noonday sun.

          6. I didn’t know what else to do; a former lover recently took his life, in a way that my mind keeps replaying, on a secluded beach in Hawaii. Carson’s scholarship on ancient Greek love is strangely consoling. With any two lovers, she writes in Eros the Bittersweet, there is “erotic emotion that sets the interval between two people vibrating.” On my first date with Brian, after a few beers, we walked down a sycamore-lined street in my neighborhood, trading puns, teaching each other the names of subtropical plants.

          The interval between us was abuzz. I’m remembering his dark, deer-like eyes, his understated snowboarder masculinity—and the vastness between us, his frustrating unknowability. And I recall one of my favorite li