Wearable Poetry Vol. Two
Outfits based on poems by Linda Gregg, Frank O'Hara, Danez Smith, Ilya Kaminsky, and Me!
Hi! How’re you doing? Chag almost-Pesach Sameach. It feels unbelievable that the first Wearable Poetry post I shared came out over a year ago—I have to say, this bluesletter is the first thing (besides, nominally, college) I’ve committed to for lone enough (four years) that recurring themes actually have poignance and temporal heft. It makes me proud, and happy you’ve stuck around for more outfits based on poems by Linda Gregg, Frank O'Hara, Danez Smith, Ilya Kaminsky, and Me. The photoshop jobs are still as hackneyed, and I still don’t have any good explanations for each outfit’s relation to the poem of its genesis—feel free to read into every choice I made, and assume anything brilliant was intentional and anything boring has a meaning so deep none of us could possibly begin to excavate it. Just kidding, but send me your favorite poem in a response to this email, please!
If you like these posts, please let me know by liking and commenting here or on HR’s Instagram, subbing to the HR Substack (this) for free or get bonus posts for seven bucks a month, or for ZERO DOLLARS, share (tag me if on IG so I can see and thank you)!
If you cannot afford the $5/month, I totally understand—respond to any of my email sends and I will get you a $2 subscription or comp you, whatever you need. HR is for everyone!
THANK YOU for being here, and I am always available @humanrepeller on Instagram for sartorial scandals/situations/summons. Here is a little preview of what’s below the paywall:
By Linda Gregg:
New York Address
The sun had just gone out
and I was walking three miles to get home.
I wanted to die.
I couldn't think of words and I had no future
and I was coming down hard on everything.
My walk was terrible.
I didn't seem to have a heart at all
and my whole past seemed filled up.
So I started answering all the questions regardless of consequence:
Yes I hate dark. No I love light. Yes I won't speak.
No I will write. Yes I will breed. No I won't love.
Yes I will bless. No I won't close. Yes I won't give.
Love is on the other side of the lake.
It is painful because the dark makes you hear
the water more. I accept all that.
And that we are not allowed romance but only its distance.
Having finished with it all, now I am not listening.
I wait for the silence to resume.
IDs:
Headphones - $149
Armour Vest - $280
Vintage Handbag - $47
V-Soul Silver Toe Shoes - $100