February 2012
18 posts
Class tomorrow or trolling dating sites all night long? I think I am quite the romantic with my discussions of serial killers.
“Science - beyond pheromones, hormones, aesthetics of bone, every time I make love for love’s sake alone, I betray you.” ~ Katherine Larson
A much needed weekend of relaxation is ahead of me. Hopefully I will get some good photos. Going out on a photo shoot tomorrow which I am excited for. I normally don’t get excited about photo shoots unless they are with people who’s personality so easily gets translated on film. Plus, I get to catch up with an old friend which is always wonderful. Breathing in positivity this weekend....
"Why play with silver when you have gold?"
“They took your loved ones but returned them in exchange for you. Would you have it any other way?” ~ Florence and the Machine
“Desire is full of endless distances.” ~ Robert Hass
“Wine comes in at the mouth and loves comes in at the eye; that’s all we shall know for truth before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh.” ~ William Butler Yeats
I heard a jazz trio as I walked the dark streets of San Francisco, but never once laid my tired eyes on them. They played across moonlit parks and down steep hills; they played for the wealthy sipping wine at bars and the homeless restless in alleys. The vibrations of the drum throbbed with the pulse, the soul was plucked from the strings of the bass, and black and white keys preached the heart....
3 tags
Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they: (1) eat less, (2) don’t ask for money all the time, (3) are easier to train, (4) normally come when called, (5) never ask to drive the car, (6) don’t smoke, drink or do drugs, (7) don’t want to wear your clothes, (8) don’t have to buy the latest fashions, (9) don’t need a gazillion dollars for college and...
“Love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. A brave and startling truth.” ~ Maya Angelou
“Art does for me what religion does - it organizes a seemingly chaotic world. It is my way of making sense of the world and its changes.” ~ Bill T Jones
“We are the reckless, we are the wild youth chasing visions of our futures. One day we’ll reveal the truth that one will die before he gets there.” ~ Daughter
January 2012
23 posts
My heart is heavy today. It is that familiar hitch in my chest, that pain that reminds me that you are gone and that no matter how much time passes I can never see you again. Three years and I have felt every day like a splinter under my skin. It digs in a little deeper today and I do not understand how I feel like I have gone an eternity without seeing you and yet at the same time it feels like...
“People say I make strange choices, but they’re not strange for me. My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior, by what’s underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.” ~ Johnny Depp
“Wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark and every bite I gave you left a mark. Tiny vessels oozed into your neck and formed the bruises that you said you didn’t want to fade, but they did and so did I that day. so one last touch and then you’ll go and we’ll pretend that it meant something so much more, but it was vile and it...
“Maybe it’s too soon to be sure but I really do believe that someday we’re gonna have it all. So I try so hard to keep the rhythm of a train rolling right along; when the ride gets rough you got to carry on.” ~ Jeremy Kay
I pity you because we were cruel; my betrayal was beyond fix and his words were devil’s tricks. But I pity you most because, in the end, you were the fool.
I think of the places I’ve never seen: the soft shadows of Paris at night, the gentle lull of Greek oceans, the laughter in Scottish pubs, the lullaby-language of Spain. It grips at my heart like a lover I have never kissed for when I look out my window at flat land and cows in mud, I yearn for something greater, something beautiful and enchanting. I wonder what I am doing here in a barren...
“Lovers’ names carved in walls overlap, start to merge, some of them underneath. Maybe they appear in graveyards, maybe they fade away, weathered and overgrown. Time has told meaningful hidden words suddenly appear from the murk. Maybe they’re telling us that the end never was, never will. The words have gone but the meaning will never disappear from the wall.” ~ Bibio
Should I have burdened it in silence? Should I have held my tongue and let it eat me up so you did not have to hurt? Maybe I was selfish in looking for a thread of private redemption.
“There comes a time in everyone’s life when nothing seems to go your way, when nothing seems to turn out right. There may come a time you just can’t seem to find your place. Now I remember all to well just how it feels to be all alone. You feel like you’d give anything for just a little place you can call your own. Let it be me. When you need someone, someone that you can...
“Wendy said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly. ‘Surely you know what a kiss is?’ she asked, aghast. ‘I shall know when you give it to me,’ he replied stiffly and, so not to hurt his feelings, she gave him a thimble.” ~ James Barrie
“Maybe what really happened is this: the old fable-makes searched hard for a word to convey that what is gone is gone forever and never found it. And so, in the best traditions of where we come for, they gave their sorrow a name and drowned it.” ~ Eavan Boland
If you’re unhappy, get up off your ass and do something about it. Go do something that brings you joy because sitting around and moping isn’t going to change a goddamn thing. Time to start taking this advice myself. I’m sick of the motions: waking up, going to class, studying, smoking and drinking, and going to bed. It is dull and my entire first quarter has just become some big...
I am falling asleep in my driveway, looking up at the bright streaks that blink across the sky. My iPod is echoing “Keepsake” by State Radio and somewhere nearby a bird is cooing. There is nothing more to say beyond that I am content.
December 2011
36 posts
One day I woke to find the demon I tried to fight out of your soul had birthed a spawn in mine
“We, unaccustomed to courage, exiles from delight, live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies, old memories of pleasure, ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from out timidity in the flush...
when i feel my passion flickering at the end of the wick and my inspiration running like sand out of my fingers, i think of poets. i think of men who burned paper in wastebaskets and ate out of tins, who never settled in one place and always found a new city to enchant. i think of men with ink stained hands and old eyes and i think, dear lord, what a wonderful life to have such a truth to write...
“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix…who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold water flats gloating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz…who were expelled from academies for publishing...
“There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody’s asleep. I say, I know that you’re...
Since I actually have revitalized my other blog, I suppose I ought to promote it. So if you feel like it follow my photo blog with the same rule as this one: don’t jack my shit without giving me credit.
http://immortalityinthelens.tumblr.com/
I remember being young and staying up all Christmas eve night, waiting for Santa Claus. My brother and I would wake our parents up at the crack of dawn and wait anxiously at the top of the steps, contemplating what Santa had brought us this year. We would rush down and tear paper off of gifts and then spend the rest of the day in the living room enjoying one another’s company as we played...