purity obsession desire
obedience of the body and the soul
 
“pure? what does it mean?”  i’m obsessed with Sylvia Plaths recurring question
 
pure language true language 
(about ‘truth’ see Maggie Nelson ‘The Art of Cruelty’)
 
when language becomes contaminated when the self becomes contaminated 
architecture is never pure totalitarian regimes wish for purity but
the city is a place for impure practice
 
 
love, pure love we say
but is love ever pure?   a virginal woman is another good one
untouched, kept whole, kept one
 
the first time i saw ‘little women’ i was struck by that kiss
how could i ever want for joe and laurie  to  get together, that i don’t know
i was a young girl and had that urge that desire 
how at once repulsive and fascinating the saliva-string
gross exchange of fluids   so unlike a pretty smooch, a cute peck on the lips 
 
same goes for ‘young and rebellious’
i remember the appearance of the breasts, heavy
the deathly desire for love     
i don’t know to what point i could technically be aroused 
did i have the apparatus yet, was i even egging probably not and whatever
i can retrace young desire to these early images