Kristin Grogan
@kristingrogan
writer, professor, gardener, Philadelphia evangelist, spokeswoman for the lesbian agenda. Stitch, Unstitch: Modernist Poetry and the World of Work
everybody is talking about woke 1 and suspiciously no mention of the fact that it’s possible today to buy corn-flavored popcorn
it’s been weeks and I’m still thinking about the embroidered vegetable vest from the Schiaparelli show at the V&A. Those carrot buttons! The marvelous cauliflower!
Terrified a friend recently by confessing that my unread emails were “probably about 9,000” but logging on just now ai see that the actual number is so much more deranged
What if we kissed at the Philadelphia-themed bar on Kensington Church Street
took the ferry out to the Isle of May to see their 52,000 pairs of nesting puffins (not pictured: pufflings in their burrows, just starting to walk). Admired: their handsome beaks, their mouths full of sand eels, their graceless flight. I belong to the puffins now
Ryan Ruby, speaking about Frank O’Hara’s “Biotherm”, hands out a tube of Biotherm barrier cream. Best moisturized conference I’ve ever attended
lifted this morning at Physical Culture, Putney; 98 years old and going strong; built under a railway arch; impeccable vibes; the rumbling of the District line overhead responsible for benching a PR
Faculty will be ”given a score between zero and three by the university” - unbelievable stupidity and cruelty, solidarity with comrades at Exeter
sometimes the kiln is very nice to you and your enormous, fearsome child remains in one piece
I am once again thinking about Sylvia Plath picking her nose: "How many desks and chairs have I secretly befouled since childhood? God, what a sexual satisfaction!"
vanessa bell, sister of virginia woolf, arrives in her buttery yellow summer best
how it’s going: my fearsome spiky monster is now a perfect beauty
most everything that is bad today (much to choose from) can be temporarily forgotten by picking some little flowers and arranging them in little vases
a year ago I carried a rose cutting from a friend’s community garden in west harlem home on the Amtrak; today she bloomed for the first time
progress report. She’s so large I’m a little afraid of her. My hefty progeny. My fearsome creation
on sabbatical until January: there will be no calls, there will be no emails, there will only be terrifyingly large pots