hyperallergic:

Leo Kenney, “Seed and Beyond II” (1964), born 1925, Spokane, Washington; died Seattle, Washington, 2001 Gouache on Chinese paper mounted on wood 19 1/4 x 15 in. (48.9 x 38.1 cm), Seattle Art Museum, Eugene Fuller Memorial Collection, 64.139 (© Estate of Leo Kenney) (via Northwest Passages: Into the Modernist Mystic)

hyperallergic:

Leo Kenney, “Seed and Beyond II” (1964), born 1925, Spokane, Washington; died Seattle, Washington, 2001 Gouache on Chinese paper mounted on wood 19 1/4 x 15 in. (48.9 x 38.1 cm), Seattle Art Museum, Eugene Fuller Memorial Collection, 64.139 (© Estate of Leo Kenney) (via Northwest Passages: Into the Modernist Mystic)

Things he said to me:

I’m gonna give you my phone number…for 3 reasons you don’t have to use it obviously. But if you do it will be great.
1. You have soul and culture
2. Everyone I’ve encountered bores the shit out if me within the first 5. You haven’t .
3. I want to dig around your brain. Pick your mind! 😁

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"I have once again proven the theory of relativity…"
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He said, she said:

I have once again proven the theory of relativity…

If
you come back
I´d treat you
like a lost Matisse
couch you like a Pasha
dance a Sevillana
leap and backflip like a Taiwanese diva
bang cymbals like a Chinese opera
roar like a Fellini soundtrack
and laugh like the little dog that
watches the cow jump over the moon.

I´d be your clown
I´d tell you funny stories and
paint clouds on the walls of my house
dress the bed in its best linen
And while you slept
I´d hold my breath and watch
you move like a sunflower

How beautiful you are
like the color inside an ear
like a conch shell
like a Modigliani nude

I´ll cut a bit of your hair this time
so that you´ll never leave me
Ah, the softest hair
Ah. the softest

If
you came back
I´d give you parrot tulips and papayas
laugh at your stories
Or I wouldn´t say a word which,
as you know, is hard for me

I know when you grew tired
off you´d go to Patagonia
Cairo Istanbul
Katmandu
Laredo

Meanwhile
I´ll have savored you like an oyster
memorized you
held you under my tongue
learned you by heart
so that when you leave
I´ll write poems. 

Sandra Cisneros