Thursday, March 31, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
animals.
have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in it's mouth
it's no use in worrying about time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
i wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in it's mouth
it's no use in worrying about time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
i wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
-frank o'hara
Friday, March 25, 2011
cherrie eisemann.
i have brilliant friend who goes by the name of my favourite fruit. she wears feathers in her hair, has a laugh which is contagious, and a giraffe called harold. she'll invite you over on a sunday for cups of tea and scones with cream, and when you're feeling down she'll ride through the rain to bring you lollipops and hugs. she's also pretty good at life.. check out cherrie-eisemann.tumblr.com if you don't believe me.
immediate & forever.
i will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
-charles bukowski
Thursday, March 24, 2011
on the road.
i shambled after as i've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
-jack kerouac
(healthy) obsession.
having blown a cool $800 on shoes in the last fortnight, i've put myself on a shopping ban.. and until next pay day i'll be living vicariously through these images (and probably on cheese on toast as well)... pictured last are the delicious friend of mine hutton boots. divine in too many ways to mention, and worth every penny.
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