Paul Boccaccio

“If you are still alive when you read this, close your eyes. I am under their lids, growing black.” — Bill Knott, via @PoetryFound

@HapaxLegoman @felixgilman guess i better bow out, then, take a walk, return to a more buccolic life…

sad that today is last droaring class. all my tears are smudgy & poorly rendered. after weeks you can barely tell they are meant to be tears

hal foster taught himself to draw by sketching himself naked during canadian winter. weigh your resolve.

hung a diagram of the Ptolemaic universe next to some wooden cow heads over the couch