I only go in for
one of those extravagant-love clich�s (diamond ring in the glass of champagne; violin serenade at the dinner table or elsewhere; anything involving skywriting; carriage rides; most things to do with la Tour Eiffel) & the extravagant-love clich� that gets me all melty is this one:
the one where you will buy all the seats in the movie theater & we will sit in the theater alone.
So, dear Mischka, I dig what you mean.
I am trying, believe it, to be Less Bitter About Love.
Also, last night I had a dream that I went to a Henry Darger exhibition & the curator came up behind me & leant to whisper into my ear: "Of course, most people don't know that Henry Darger was black." The curator, of indeterminate gender in my dream, said "black" as if it were a very dirty word.
When awake I am quite pro-Darger. Maybe I want a Blengin tattoo.
