pale

danse macabre

Wed, 30 May 2012 04:24:00 -0400

Down among strict roots and rocks,
eclipsed beneath blind lid of land
goes the grass-embroidered box.

Arranged in sheets of ice, the fond
skeleton still craves to have
fever from the world behind.

Hands reach back to relics of
nippled moons, extinct and cold,
frozen in designs of love.

At twelve, each skull is aureoled
with recollection’s ticking thorns
winding up the raveled mold.

Needles nag like unicorns,
assault a sleeping virgin’s shroud
till her stubborn body burns.

Lured by brigands in the blood,
shanks of bone now resurrect,
inveigled to forsake the sod.

Eloping from their slabs, abstract
couples court by milk of moon:
sheer silver blurs their phantom act.

Luminous, the town of stone
anticipates the warning sound
of cockcrow crying up the dawn.

With kiss of cinders, ghosts descend,
compelled to deadlock underground.

Danse Macabre // Sylvia Plath

Hard-earned realizations. Criteria for dating eligibility: He...

Wed, 09 May 2012 17:42:00 -0400

Hard-earned realizations.
Criteria for dating eligibility:

He adores me
He adores me
He adores me

The humor, intelligence and dashing good looks are all gravy…

The Stone Roses // I Wanna Be Adored

common

Wed, 09 May 2012 15:12:55 -0400

John Baldessari // Millennium Piece, 2009

“I thought I found paradiseBut, paradise came and weptLike...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 16:47:23 -0400

“I thought I found paradise
But, paradise came and wept
Like the wind through the winter’s woods
It cowed and took a breath.”

Death in June // Accidental Protege

fable

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 16:16:00 -0400

Helen Warner, Belfast-based and self-taught.

Amateur wisdom.

Enya // Caribbean Blue

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 02:13:07 -0400

Enya // Caribbean Blue

petrichor

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 01:46:45 -0400

AQUARIUS [January 20–February 18] When rain falls on dry land, it activates certain compounds in the soil that release a distinctive aroma. “Petrichor” is the word for that smell. If you ever catch a whiff of it when there’s no rain, it’s because a downpour has begun somewhere nearby, and the wind is bringing you news of it. I suspect that you will soon be awash in a metaphorical version of petrichor, Aquarius. A parched area of your life is about to receive much-needed moisture.

It’s all happening.

persona

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 16:50:00 -0400

Yelena Yemchuk // Vogue Nippon // “The Nordic Light”

Persona // Ingmar Bergman (1966) “You feel guilty for the...

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 16:42:37 -0400

Persona // Ingmar Bergman (1966)

“You feel guilty for the little things.”

MOLLY NILSSON // I Hope You Die “Baby, sometimes I...

Thu, 29 Mar 2012 02:26:33 -0400

MOLLY NILSSON // I Hope You Die

“Baby, sometimes I don’t understand you / You’re the abstract art / In my modern museum / And baby, sometimes we fall apart / But the ruins of my heart / Stands like the colosseum / I hope you die / By my side / The two of us at the exact same time.”

the look

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 03:32:49 -0400

Strephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.

- Sara Teasdale (1917)

Joy Hester, Love III (1950)

drape

Mon, 26 Mar 2012 03:01:50 -0400

Gerhard Richter, “Vohang” (1964-65)

Gus Van Sant // Paranoid Park (2007)

Sat, 24 Mar 2012 18:22:52 -0400

Gus Van Sant // Paranoid Park (2007)

Chris & Cosey // Walking Through Heaven // “Songs of...

Sat, 17 Mar 2012 20:16:28 -0400

Chris & Cosey // Walking Through Heaven // “Songs of Love & Lust” (1984)

epoch

Wed, 14 Mar 2012 17:05:28 -0400

January

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

“Months of the Year,” Anonymous (c. 1870)

via Victoria & Albert Museum

Still Corners // Cuckoo

Tue, 13 Mar 2012 02:10:04 -0400

Still Corners // Cuckoo

the cook, the thief, his wife & her lover

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:12:43 -0500

Peter Greenaway / Michael Nyman / Jean Paul Gaultier = A true masterpiece

You need to know…

For a rainy day… Sol Invictus // Europa in the Rain (Part...

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 15:41:21 -0500

For a rainy day…

Sol Invictus // Europa in the Rain (Part II)

insight

Tue, 07 Feb 2012 15:36:31 -0500

David Balliano

phantom

Tue, 31 Jan 2012 17:59:00 -0500

Once more into my arid days like dew,
Like wind from an oasis, or the sound
Of cold sweet water bubbling underground,
A treacherous messenger, the thought of you
Comes to destroy me; once more I renew
Firm faith in your abundance, whom I found
Long since to be but just one other mound
Of sand, whereon no green thing ever grew.
And once again, and wiser in no wise,
I chase your colored phantom on the air,
And sob and curse and fall and weep and rise
And stumble pitifully on to where,
Miserable and lost, with stinging eyes,
Once more I clasp,—and there is nothing there.

Edna St. Vincent Millay