Leaving is not Enough

Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell
by Marty McConnell

leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses,
you make him call before
he visits, you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.

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Thought of You

Stole this from Samantha Emanuel’s facebook page…

You know that awesome Martha Graham-esque Google page video from yesterday? This one?

This guy has created more stuff.

I’m telling you, you must watch this. Now.

And what’s even more fascinating is that here you can hear the artist talk about his inspiration and see how the video was made.

Rough version of the documentary:

Final version:

No Words Art: Loss

I remember seeing this with my marching band in high school and bawling my eyes out in the audience. In my mind, there is no better musical interpretation of what it feels like to lose something. This is raw, powerful, and terribly beautiful loss.

I read somewhere that to get into character, the trumpet player would imagine that this was the last time he could ever play the trumpet in his life.