This morning I had a dream that I met Anne Frank as a young girl (8 or 9) and told her how much I loved the photo that her Dad had taken of her. "The one where you aren't wearing anything except a pair of weird goggles!" She seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm.
I think the photo is amazing. It is sweet and odd, and my mind imposes this melancholia and dread of things to come. It is all at once entirely innocent yet so bizarrely modernist it starts to rob the sense of naiveté (pardon me for using that pretentious word).
KF, Chris Hansen is the guy who does those dateline stings where they bust online predators trying to hook up with 13-year-olds. There's something amusing in watching those guys get humiliated on national TV before they get TTS'd (Tied, Tagged, and Stashed) by the cops.
I think I've said too much already. A girl can't lay down all her cards at once. Good thing my deck goes higher than 52. I wish I were a guy so I could pee anywhere I wanted while standing up. That's real power. I'd like to meet the following: My great-great grandparents, the N. Oklahoma ones, not the Swiss gentry. My woebegone friendship with Adam G. The man who's going to be with me till we're retired to the porch swing sucking on glycerine tablets, and who still reads to me at night, while I rub his feet. My ambitions with commitment and discipline. The characters from old David Lee Roth videos. Hot carb on carb action. That fucker who keeps trying to take the bbq, in a dark alley, satan's minions, lilliputians, nigglers, pifflers, piddlers, snake-oil peddlers, cripples, do-gooders, truth-seekers, sweethearts, wandering minstrels, interlopers, robber barons, saints, sinners, people who snort and guffaw, holler and whoop, tender tender people with good hearts, and all my fat little babies. I like BUTTER! And Vitamin Z!
10 comments:
Really? How cool--where did you find it?
I pinched it off another blogger's page. Evidently, Otto Frank snapped it (Anne's father). I'd never seen it before. It's marvelously odd.
Is that you, Senta?
Yep, that's me. I'm loving that photo. So weird!
So...it wasn't Gertrude Stein after all.
It is an odd photo. What would cause her to be naked and put on aviator goggles? Otto probably thought that too which is why he shot the photo.
Happy Fourth of July!!
I really should have known that. I've read, like five books on Anne Frank in the last two years.
This morning I had a dream that I met Anne Frank as a young girl (8 or 9) and told her how much I loved the photo that her Dad had taken of her.
"The one where you aren't wearing anything except a pair of weird goggles!"
She seemed to enjoy my enthusiasm.
SFG: Was that just before Chris Hansen busted you on camera, by any chance?
Just sayin'.
I think the photo is amazing. It is sweet and odd, and my mind imposes this melancholia and dread of things to come. It is all at once entirely innocent yet so bizarrely modernist it starts to rob the sense of naiveté (pardon me for using that pretentious word).
sfg - you're communing with spirits now. Lovely.
Citizen - What? Who is Chris Hansen?
KF, Chris Hansen is the guy who does those dateline stings where they bust online predators trying to hook up with 13-year-olds. There's something amusing in watching those guys get humiliated on national TV before they get TTS'd (Tied, Tagged, and Stashed) by the cops.
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