love
rocks in their native setting, unpolished
sunlight on my skin
art paper, especially handmade paper
wool, cotton, linen, especially patterned besides (in pleasing colors)
old splintery wood (except to look at)
animal fur (except when pungently stinking)
string, yarn, rope (except sticky)
rusted iron, verdigris'd bronze
brushed aluminum
that kind of woven stuff that used to cover the front of stereo speakers
St Augustine grass, the taller the better
where different kinds of plants overlap
a fresh stretched canvas, with or without gesso
suede
wire of coat hanger size or thicker
copper (except as wire), pewter
bricks, especially old ones that are starting to get a little crumbly
brownies, bagels
yogurt mixed with granola
pencil erasers, especially big green rectangular ones
mimosa bark
unglazed ceramics & porcelain; raku pottery
hard plastic after it has aged & gotten scratched from wear
clouds of every kind
damp sand that is firm
human skin that is neither sticky nor too pebbly
piano keys
hate
most slick, slippery surfaces
air blowing on me, at any speed
gravel, dry sand, mud (especially clayey mud)
polyester clothing
fiberglass "angel hair"
monofilament
old smearable 60's photocopies (but i like the smell)
piles of clothing, towels, etc
food left over or spilled over from the plate
moving insects, especially many of them
posterboard, most cardboard
cacti (except in pictures)
shellacked & lacquered surfaces (except, for some reason, varathane)
concrete
thin wire, especially in tangles
chrome
chewing gum
pasta (soft)
stringy glue
tire rubber (although it may be the smell i object to)
holly bush
evergreens (though i love the smell)--pine tree (every part of it!), cedars
styrofoam (even before i knew about its environmental legacy)
gummy plastic
human landscapes that bespeak neglect
melting & liquefying substances
snow in every state
rocks that have been shaped and/or polished
salads with oily dressing (i don't even like to see them)
animal whiskers
i am of two minds about velvet.
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"I have always found that Angels have the vanity
to speak of themselves as the only wise; this they
do with a confident insolence sprouting from systematic
reasoning." --William Blake