A perfect beauty of a sunflower! a perfect excellent lovely sunflower existence! a sweet natural eye to the new hip moon, woke up alive and excited grasping in the sunset shadow sunrise golden monthly breeze!
We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision. -- Ginsberg
*~Zoë / Sophomore at Green Mountain College, Vermont / Sociology Anthropology major / minor in music~*
Ooh yay, questions! I never get questions!
1) It’s not my earliest memory of music, but I remember the beginning of my intense love of music: I was six, playing with my parent’s CDs with my older sister, we were listening to random songs, when suddenly Help! by the Beatles came on. My sister quickly skipped it, but I yelled, “No! Go back I wanna hear this one!” and as we listened, something happened inside of me and I become completely obsessed with the Beatles. I asked for Beatles CDs for Chanukah and memorized every single song…adults used to pay me to sing them! haha
2) Entirely, completely, batshit fucking insane. Weirdest people in the entire world. Think ‘Running With Scissors’ weird. Fucked up. Dysfunctional. Eccentric. At least they’re interesting. I love my mom and my brother intensely…we bonded through all the insanity that is our family, and are so strong and awesome because of it.
3) Haha…my entire life! My summer I spent living in a tent in France when I had just turned seventeen is something that always makes me laugh. I banged a french guy in a public shower and he tried to speak dirty to me in English and ended up saying, “You is just a bitch, yes?”
4) Maybe my step dad who killed himself with drugs and alcohol this past summer. I would tell him I forgive him and promise him I will never allow myself to turn into him.
5) Walden, NY. Completely uninteresting little town with gangs and hillbillies. The people I spent my time with are not very good people…we did a lot of stupid things as kids (breaking into people’s houses, etc), and then during my teen years the only time I interacted with people in my town was when I was completely shitfaced, getting drunk at a house down the street with all the firemen, policemen, and even the mayor of the town (all of whom are assholes).
Thanks for asking these, it was fun to answer!! (PS, go off anonymous, I’d love to ask you questions too!)