And you are no longer a river to me
And you are no longer a river to me
Though your coursing remain eager to acquaint me
And you are no longer a docile stream
And you are no longer a docile stream
Though your patience proves you into ease
And once this spark met kindling
Forgets its gentle ambling
Becoming heat, becoming steam
Becoming luminescent glee
Atoms splinter, sparkling
Alive and nimble symmetry
And all along, this glistening
Blankets we and everything
Shadows dance triumphantly
A wordless whisper sighs and pleas
Little deaths envelope thee
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
And you are not glassy bay to me
And you are not glassy bay to me
Though my tired fleet abides in your gentle breeze
And you are now vast and open sea
And my mind travels you endlessly
And you beckon, toss and toss and swallow me
And once this spark met kindling
Forgets its gentle ambling
Becoming heat, becoming steam
Becoming luminescent glee
Atoms splinter, sparkling
Alive and nimble symmetry
And all along, this glistening
Blankets we and everything
Shadows dance triumphantly
A wordless whisper sighs and pleas
Little deaths envelope thee
You and I and a flame makes three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
You and I and a flame make three
Send "River" Ringtone to your Cell
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Gunshot Glitter
JB (L)
Don't you wanna let go of your heart
Or you resist the beds of bliss
Fortune makes fools of us all
My dear materialista, silence was insane,
The parting was mutual.
Don't you want the rocket to rock out?
There's room for us both to fly.
Tell the man I'm never coming back again.
Tell the man I'm never coming back again.
Why should you notice at all?
Gone again beside you will fall
Down to the sea out of the skies
Of gold cards and casual tears
I have only come to see you shine
Feminine smiles the right side is wise, more than I.
I wanna be your lover,
Lipstick my name across your mirror.
Blood red with flaked gunshot glitter
And be one with all you disowned in your young life. You paranoia politician diva.
You paranoia politician diva.
Will you let go of your heart,
Left behind a hypnotizing swirl
The semi's left behind.
Don't you want to rocket to rock?
There's room for both of us to fly
Same show everyday, don't have to blow up in the sky.
So I just came from Hicks town,
Left my coins behind
Maybe some poor cloths pony will buy himself a life
Why should you care if I crash your affair?
Why should you notice me? I really wanna see you shine.
I wanna be your lover,
Lipstick my name across your mirror.
Now, be one with all you disown,
True love has come to us all.
Blinded by the flame, right side smiles,
Organized male, love, my silence was insane.
The parting was mutual the moment I became
A paranoia politician
diva
A paranoia politician diva
A paranoia politician diva
A paranoia politician diva
Diva, diva, diva
Don't you wanna let go of your heart
Or you resist the beds of bliss
Fortune makes fools of us all
My dear materialista, silence was insane,
The parting was mutual.
Don't you want the rocket to rock out?
There's room for us both to fly.
Tell the man I'm never coming back again.
Tell the man I'm never coming back again.
Why should you notice at all?
Gone again beside you will fall
Down to the sea out of the skies
Of gold cards and casual tears
I have only come to see you shine
Feminine smiles the right side is wise, more than I.
I wanna be your lover,
Lipstick my name across your mirror.
Blood red with flaked gunshot glitter
And be one with all you disowned in your young life. You paranoia politician diva.
You paranoia politician diva.
Will you let go of your heart,
Left behind a hypnotizing swirl
The semi's left behind.
Don't you want to rocket to rock?
There's room for both of us to fly
Same show everyday, don't have to blow up in the sky.
So I just came from Hicks town,
Left my coins behind
Maybe some poor cloths pony will buy himself a life
Why should you care if I crash your affair?
Why should you notice me? I really wanna see you shine.
I wanna be your lover,
Lipstick my name across your mirror.
Now, be one with all you disown,
True love has come to us all.
Blinded by the flame, right side smiles,
Organized male, love, my silence was insane.
The parting was mutual the moment I became
A paranoia politician
diva
A paranoia politician diva
A paranoia politician diva
A paranoia politician diva
Diva, diva, diva
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Suspiria (1977)- For Mr. Aporia
The colours in this film completely blew my mind. The traditional suspense-creating technique has become so common and bland to the horror genre but here is so effective and absurd.
AND
this sounds is timeless.
"Goblins". If I came with my own theme musc, this would undoubtedly be it.
next on the agenda:
Tune-Yards
I still can't stop watching this; it's love. Thank-you Brooklyn <3
it only gets better. whoa, merrill has some skillz <3
and just because it never gets old and I GOD DAMN LOVE IT. The Zombies- She's Not There.
and possibly one of my favourite songs, Time of The Season.
Friday, May 21, 2010
brother
You have the most amazing bald patch shining on your crown, like a mountain peak standing tall between arctic clouds, as if someone has squished your bald head into a stocking far too small and sqeezed that fatty tissue and soft pink skin out into a perfect circle- crop circles- unnaturally and pedantically spherical; tufts around the edges, scarce tubleweed at first, as the scalp curves downwards, grey wire that falls hysterically onto curved, shameful shoulders, ending like burnt-out fuses at the defined bulge of a symetrical pair of rogue breasts which were lost when searching for a chest to settle but opted for a back; your back, and here they sit, staring at me this moment with melancholy shame, arched skyward as you hunch, no lurch forward, eyes down at your keyboard, waiting for a life to save to save your own. Your brother is already watching his own scalp emerge sheepishly from its thicket, and waiting for his breasts to bud. Just like yours.
I wonder if you are close or if you have ever been people who enjoy each others company, laugh at subtlties which you point out to each other though winks and flashes of white but uneven teeth, wishing momentarily that a third party could have shared your silent glory (you wouldn't to it justice to recall later), or if he ever laughed at your t-shirt, at the midriff if exposes, the uncharacteristically bulging gut which is, for some reason, borrowed skin- until I observe you together. He beat you in an arguament, didn't he, because you (as you are so well known for) pouted and closed over- stoned down and humiliated, forever the insatiable defeatest.
I wonder if you are close or if you have ever been people who enjoy each others company, laugh at subtlties which you point out to each other though winks and flashes of white but uneven teeth, wishing momentarily that a third party could have shared your silent glory (you wouldn't to it justice to recall later), or if he ever laughed at your t-shirt, at the midriff if exposes, the uncharacteristically bulging gut which is, for some reason, borrowed skin- until I observe you together. He beat you in an arguament, didn't he, because you (as you are so well known for) pouted and closed over- stoned down and humiliated, forever the insatiable defeatest.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
To a lover
"But I stem from my parents, I am linked to them just as I am my sisters by blood. In everyday life, and becasue I devote myself to my own goals, I don't feel it, but fundamentally this bond has more value for me than I know. Sometimes, too, I pursue it with my hatred; the sight of the conjugal bed, of the rumpled sheets, the night clothes carefully spread out, makes me want to vomit; it pulls all my insides out. it's as if i were not definitively born, as if i were always coming into the world out of that obscure life, in that obscure room; it's as if i had always to to search there for confirmation of myself, and as if i were, at least to a certain extent, indissolubly linked to these repulsive things. this still impedes my feet, which want to run; my feet are still stuck in the formless original soup of the birth-home."
Franz Kafka.
Franz Kafka.
melancholia
I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o’erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.
From Hamlet, Shakespeare.
From Hamlet, Shakespeare.
misanthrope
“The residue of the human spirit smeared on inanimate objects was all he could withstand of humanity. To contemplate, for example,evidence of human footsteps on the mat—absorb the smell of thequilt and wallow in the sweet certainty that many bodies hadsweated, slept, dreamed, made love, been ill, and even died underit. Wherever he went, he took along his things, and was alwayssearching for others. This thirst for worn things led him to casualbut habitual examinatons of trash barrels in alleys andwastebaskets in public places. . .”
From 'The Bluest Eye' by Toni Morrison.
From 'The Bluest Eye' by Toni Morrison.
permanent awareness
"The puke swaddles down the pillow onto the sheet- green-grey, with flecks of orange. It moves like the insides of an uncooked egg. Stubbornly clinging to it's own mass, refusing to break up and be removed. How, I wonder, can it be so neat and so nasty at the same time?"
From "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison.
From "The Bluest Eye" by Toni Morrison.
He Died With A Felafel In His Hand
Dirk: I'd just like to say that I've got a problem with you all accepting my homosexuality without question. No wonder my suppressed heterosexual side is in a spin all the time. You all thought I was gay even when I was fucking straight!
Danny: Dirk, we think it's great, man.
Dirk: What's so fucking great about being a poofter, Danny?
Danny: Nothing, Dirk. Just... finish the bathroom.
Dirk: That's just fucking typical, Daniel. I'd like to declare, I've got a problem with that, too. You want me to put on a fucking pink apron, Danny? You want me to put on the fucking pink washing-up gloves, and lick the boots of the hetero-fascist sterility conspiracy thing? Well, no fucking way, pal! I'm not some mincey fucking queen that'll lick the boots of you hetero fucks! Oh, give the fag some hetero foot massage routine when he comes in -- bullshit! Gay men are dying, Danny. And you want me to clean the bath.
Danny: Dirk, just forget it, mate.
Dirk: You don't mean that, do you, Danny? What you really mean is, "All you filthy little ass-bandits should be nailed to a tree!" Isn't that so, Danny?
Danny: Dirk, this newly installed, sophisticated gay radar of yours is picking up shit from the cosmos that just ain't fucking there. I've got my own shit to worry about. I've lived in 49 shared households in what seems like as many years. I've been ripped off, raided, threatened, burned out, shot at, cheated on, scabbed in every one of those years. My beds are foam slabs on the floor, my cupboards are stacks of stolen milk crates! I've lived with tent-dwelling bank clerks, albino moon tanners, nitrous suckers, psycho fucking drama queens, ACID EATERS, MUSHROOM FARMERS, FUCKING BROTHEL CRAWLERS, FRIDGE-PISSERS, HARDCORE SEPARATIST LESBIANS, AND AN OBSCURELY-TITLED JAPANESE GIRL! AND NOW THE BEST FRIEND I'VE EVER HAD IN THE FUCKING WORLD WON'T EVEN FUCKING TALK TO ME! I'M IN A PSYCHO FUCKING NIGHTMARE FROM HELL, AND I'M FUCKING FED UP WITH IT! So I suggest, pal, that you tune in, and chill fucking out.
Latest job offer:
I WILL PAY YOU $500 PER WEEK
Asian businessman does not have time for hassles of a housewife but desires the intimacy of a lover. Duties: You will perform all the duties around the directors modern city apartment which a housewife is expected to (including in the bedroom).
Duties include:
* Cleaning the house;
* Laundry duties including washing, drying, ironing and folding clothes;
* Massage;
* Meditation support.
I WILL PAY YOU $500 PER WEEK
Asian businessman does not have time for hassles of a housewife but desires the intimacy of a lover. Duties: You will perform all the duties around the directors modern city apartment which a housewife is expected to (including in the bedroom).
Duties include:
* Cleaning the house;
* Laundry duties including washing, drying, ironing and folding clothes;
* Massage;
* Meditation support.
It'll Be Morning Soon
"These girls were perfect, pretty, intelligent, they had direction, they were probably studying or learning, or bettering themselves in some way, they held gym memberships and video stores weren't waiting for the 'overnights' returns to take a week, they know how to tell how fresh fruit is, they ate breakfast, they drink water by choice, when thinking of the past they smiled, they kept abreast of current world issues and they would always have ways to solve world problems, they laughed at jokes and giggled at subtleties, they would read the paper in the morning and wear pygamas to go to bed, they would take time on their hair and would be genuinely interested in other peoples lives. This is why they intimidated me."
ah, poetry.
"The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? Any love is natural that lies within a persons nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell."
desposition: a testimony concerning a sickness
I awoke from The Sickness at age fourty-five, calm and sane, and in reasonably good health except for a weakened liver and the look of borrowed flesh common to all who survive The Sickness. I have no precise memory of writing the notes which have now been published under the title 'Naked Lunch'. The title was suggested by Jack Kerouac. I did not understand what the title meant until my recent recovery. The title means exactly what the words say: NAKED LUNCH - a frozen moment when everyone sees what is on the end of every fork.
pleasure
"Imagine someone ... who abolishes within himself all barriers, all classes, all exclusions, not by syncretism but by simple discard of that old specter: logical contradiction; who mixes every language, even those said to be incompatible; who silently accepts every charge of illogicality, of incongruity; who remains passive in the face of Socratic irony (leading the interlocutor to the supreme disgrace: self-contradiction) and legal terrorism (how much penal evidence is based on a psychology of consistency!). Such a man would be the mockery of our society: court, school, asylum, polite conversation would cast him out: who endures contradiction without shame? Now this anti-hero exists: he is the reader of the text at the moment he takes his pleasure."
for my first act
http://www.heraldsun.com.au/sport/afl/stay-in-the-closet-jason-akermanis-tells-homosexuals/story-e6frf9ix-1225868871934
the 'comment' function has got to be the most inspiring aspect of modern technogolgical advance.
"Wow, way to talk out of both sides of your mouth, Aker. You're totally fine with people being gay, as long as they don't have the audacity to enter the world of sport. If they do, then let them suffer and lie, just to make people like you more comfortable. Clearly, you don't spend your life worrying about how others feel about what you do or say, but you think these players should spend their entire playing careers in the closet because you all shower together and hug after goals?! Last time I checked, that many men in one shower is about the gayest thing in the world, even if they are all straight. Saying you're all for gay rights, as long as it doesn't get in the way of you feeling like a real man while naked with other men, is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Aker, I think it's time to take your own advice, and keep your ridiculous opinions where they belong, in the closet."
"I agree with you AKER! ..... Why is it anyones business anyway who is Gay or Straight ??.....pfft ....GO DOGGIES :)"
"It would be international news"? It wouldn't even be interstate news.?"
"Wouldn't this guy want to know who is gay so that he can protect himself against being secretly ogled? Otherwise, he's showering unwittingly with guys who are looking up up and down"
"To the Herald Sun, as a proud and out gay person, I am deeply offended by the egregiously homophobic nature of this article. How dare you allow the vilification of a suspect class of people by shaming them to stay in the closet no matter where they are. How dare you allow a message that straight people are superior to gay people in justifying their discomfort over gay people in the shower room. This article is blatant, rampant, destructive homophobia that will do nothing but demean and dehumanize gay people and especially the gay youth that do not need further hostility in their lives. Whoever authorized this appalling article should be very, very ashamed of him/herself."
"he is right!! i would be different after a football game if i knew a player was gay!!"
"We (footy fans) don't want to know anyway."
"Oh...My... God!!! You have got to be joking, right? Thank you Jason, for reminding us gays that we are too different from you, and we'll keep on hiding to make you feel better. "
AMAZING.
the 'comment' function has got to be the most inspiring aspect of modern technogolgical advance.
"Wow, way to talk out of both sides of your mouth, Aker. You're totally fine with people being gay, as long as they don't have the audacity to enter the world of sport. If they do, then let them suffer and lie, just to make people like you more comfortable. Clearly, you don't spend your life worrying about how others feel about what you do or say, but you think these players should spend their entire playing careers in the closet because you all shower together and hug after goals?! Last time I checked, that many men in one shower is about the gayest thing in the world, even if they are all straight. Saying you're all for gay rights, as long as it doesn't get in the way of you feeling like a real man while naked with other men, is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Aker, I think it's time to take your own advice, and keep your ridiculous opinions where they belong, in the closet."
"I agree with you AKER! ..... Why is it anyones business anyway who is Gay or Straight ??.....pfft ....GO DOGGIES :)"
"It would be international news"? It wouldn't even be interstate news.?"
"Wouldn't this guy want to know who is gay so that he can protect himself against being secretly ogled? Otherwise, he's showering unwittingly with guys who are looking up up and down"
"To the Herald Sun, as a proud and out gay person, I am deeply offended by the egregiously homophobic nature of this article. How dare you allow the vilification of a suspect class of people by shaming them to stay in the closet no matter where they are. How dare you allow a message that straight people are superior to gay people in justifying their discomfort over gay people in the shower room. This article is blatant, rampant, destructive homophobia that will do nothing but demean and dehumanize gay people and especially the gay youth that do not need further hostility in their lives. Whoever authorized this appalling article should be very, very ashamed of him/herself."
"he is right!! i would be different after a football game if i knew a player was gay!!"
"We (footy fans) don't want to know anyway."
"Oh...My... God!!! You have got to be joking, right? Thank you Jason, for reminding us gays that we are too different from you, and we'll keep on hiding to make you feel better. "
AMAZING.
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