Final Project: Decent Dialogues

Inspiration and Intention

As a foreigner, when I talk with people in English, it’s sometimes a little bit embarrassing. Like when people ask me:”How’s going?” I’m always not if I should answer like “good”/”fine”, or answer it with more details or emotions to show my respect – cuz in China, people never greet by asking questions.

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Cut up letters

I read the whole fucking thing, that I may at least be brought to so govern myself as never to lose the love and trust that you have given me.
It’s been a long road since then, let us make and keep our love more beautiful than any love has ever been before.
You’re obviously a bright fucking chick, I am so lonely I can hardly bear it.
Of course,How long these hours are alone.
Thank you for your gorgeous and charming letter, that is the deepest need of the human spirit.
I was very miserable and fighting hard on my 21st b’ day, so have you now become the whole world of my spirit.
People booed me on the stage, to see you, hear you, is now the only happiness, the only life, I know.
So hang on, it lies in what you are, dear love.

Source code: github

FROM THE AMERICAN ARTIST ROCKWELL KENT TO HIS WIFE FRANCES (1926)

Frances! I am so lonely I can hardly bear it. As one needs happiness so have I needed love, that is the deepest need of the human spirit. And as I love you utterly, so have you now become the whole world of my spirit. It is beside and beyond anything that you can ever do for me, it lies in what you are, dear love to me so infinitely lovely that to be near you, to see you, hear you, is now the only happiness, the only life, I know. How long these hours are alone!

Yet is good for me to know the measure of my love and need, that I may at least be brought to so govern myself as never to lose the love and trust that you have given me.

Dear Frances, let us make and keep our love more beautiful than any love has ever been before.

Forever, dearest one.

Thy

Rockwell.

Iggy Pop’s words of encouragement to a fan (1995)

 

It took nine months for Iggy Pop to reply to 21-year-old Laurences fan letter, but the timing couldnt have been more perfect, as on the day his thoughtful note did arrive at her Paris home, Laurences family were being evicted by bailiffs. She recalls that moment in 1995:

By the time I finished I was in tears. Not only had Iggy Pop received the letter I had sent him nine months before, but he had read the whole 20 pages, including the bit about my Adidas dress (a semi-innocent allusion on my part), and all the rest; my description of being the child of an acrimonious divorce with the string of social workers, lawyers, estate agents and bailiffs at the door, the fear, the anger, the frustration, the love.

Although brief, Iggys empathetic response addressed Laurences problems with grace and eloquence. 

Dear Laurence,

Thank you for your gorgeous and charming letter, you brighten up my dim life.

I read the whole fucking thing, dear. Of course, I’d love to see you in your black dress and your white socks too. But most of all I want to see you take a deep breath and do whatever you must to survive and find something to be that you can love. You’re obviously a bright fucking chick, w/a big heart too and I want to wish you a (belated) HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY 21st b’ day and happy spirit. I was very miserable and fighting hard on my 21st b’ day, too. People booed me on the stage, and I was staying in someone else’s house and I was scared. It’s been a long road since then, but pressure never ends in this life. “Perforation problems” by the way means to me also the holes that will always exist in any story we try to make of our lives. So hang on, my love, and grow big and strong and take your hits and keep going.

All my love to a really beautiful girl.

That’s you Laurence.

Iggy Pop

Thursday poems

http://hellopoetry.com/words/33964/thursday/poems/

https://github.com/HereIsJade/RWET-hw/tree/master/Thursday%20poem

Thursday poems

Then I remembered that it’s Thursday

It’s always Thursdays

Sometimes Thursdays have been fine

But when a day of the week hasn’t been fine,

It’s been a Thursday

Thursdays should be good

It’s a Thursday

Nothing special, to me its Thursday

Your chords on Saturday afternoons,

your hugs on Sunday morning,

your smiles on Monday chats,

your kisses on Thursday nights