Bouncy castle. Write Bloody Bookstore farewell party. Austin, Cesar Chavez.
"When we were lost we found each other and headed sightless for the city." Young Galaxy.
Do you remember that night at Ruda?
That giving of ourselves, together, to a game
of pure passion, sign of our crude
youth, of our hearts that were still little
more than boyish? It was a struggle
that burned of itself, but its fire
spread out beyond us; the night,
you remember? was full of it in the cool
emptiness, in the streets walked by bunches
of workmen dressed to the nines,
of kids who came on bicycles
from the villages nearby: and the sad
everyday, Christian little square
murmuring as if on a holy day.
We two, outsiders, in the midst
of country folk, in the sparse
village crowd, loved as much as
love burned in us, wounded by their
sour night, their weary
return from the fields to the smell
of the supper-fire … side by side
we hurled out the words
that, almost uncomprehended, were a firm
promise, love spoken and revealed.
—Pier Paolo Pasolini, from Pictures of Friuli
Art credit Valerie Hammond.
I basically just want to be rocking Paul Newman’s look in Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid.