Luv’d.
Photographer — Aaron Siskind
The Glue Factory
Grenades and Landmines
She was doubt,
And she knew it.
Yet, in her heart
She was always more
Than the counterculture image
Of a hundred Warhol glances.
An “It Girl” lookalike,
Deteriorating
Becoming invisible
By abrasive hands
Slowly eroding away
With a menacing tone;
Time, winter’s ice:
A mirror for reflection.
When the rain arrives
Where do the Papillons hide?
And why,
Do they break wild horses?
“The very things I might have given in to, that demanded, that said, this is your life. I mean, this is your only way to survive, are the things I fought hardest to end. ‘Cause I believed in something else. And um, what makes that sane is that I can understand other people’s situations in their own terms, but ‘they’ still can’t understand mine.”
— Edie Sedgwick
Mazzy Star – “Into Dust” …
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