November 17, 2004

Another interest in picture form

I'm not sure if I get it, but I like it. Rimbaud, as interpreted by my good friend Liz.

In her own words: "He ran away to Africa and scorned sweet poetry.... Poetic genius, stormy affair with older genius... aw fuck all this let's play with lions."

Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.