Every morning upon awakening, I experience a supreme pleasure: that of being Salvador Dalí, and I ask myself, wonderstruck, what prodigious thing will he do today, this Salvador Dalí.
Salvador Dalí (via amazingatheist)
Posted 3 days ago
Snow Angel
In the winter we wandered there
Together, my friends and I
Hung heavy with promise of snow
The sheet blank paper sky
Towards the statue of the girl
The center of our town
We’d sing to her with voices sweet
Arms locked and gathered ‘round
No intruder would approach
Or stop to wonder why
They simply turned and shook their heads
And then trudged sadly by
All the children, arm in arm
Our ritual to keep
Tender hearts singing aloud
To raise her from her sleep
Our lady, our protector
Lost but living still
The lake has iced and thawed again
But some things never will
Posted 6 days ago
And Huey proceeded to play
the instrument just the way he had for various children years ago. He started
slowly, and then let the music build gradually, until the instrument was practically
playing itself as Huey just plucked it at random and arched his body forward,
letting it bounce up and down with the music, smiling and eventually saying such
phrases as, ‘We’re playing the Wamagadoon! Hey, it’s time to play the
Wamagadoon!’ And with every pluck of the fingers or hands on the surface or
strings of the instrument, waves of bliss were felt throughout the room and even
outside where the men were waiting for their leader but did not start without him
because they were so entranced by the sound and vibrations.
the instrument just the way he had for various children years ago. He started
slowly, and then let the music build gradually, until the instrument was practically
playing itself as Huey just plucked it at random and arched his body forward,
letting it bounce up and down with the music, smiling and eventually saying such
phrases as, ‘We’re playing the Wamagadoon! Hey, it’s time to play the
Wamagadoon!’ And with every pluck of the fingers or hands on the surface or
strings of the instrument, waves of bliss were felt throughout the room and even
outside where the men were waiting for their leader but did not start without him
because they were so entranced by the sound and vibrations.
‘The Huey Williams Story’, Andy Kaufman
Posted 1 week ago
The Devil To Pay
A head full of worries that sleep can’t block out
A heart full of sorrow and a mind full of doubt
The path is overgrown, but their used to be a way
Searching for a meaning with the devil to pay
There’s a reason I got lost here, but I don’t remember what
Searching for a key, but the lock is rusted shut
Every time I reach for you, you pull your hand away
Trust is shot to pieces and the devil to pay
So hard to walk tall
So hard to have faith
So long to your dreams
So long since you felt safe
Impossible to reason
Find some meaning in it all
The debt accrued on your behalf
When you were young and small
A head full of broken dreams, it’s senseless hanging on
A heart full of useless love for someone who’s long gone
Fought for years, fought damn hard, nothing else to say
You did it all for nothing and the devil’s still to pay
Makes me sick how some avoid their duty to protect
Son or father, it’s all the same when time comes to collect
Trapped in inverted shadows of places where I used to play
Fading into memory and the devil to pay
Nothing written hereafter
Soul consumed by mocking laughter
Poem by me, photo from MeganElle.com
Posted 1 week ago
Laugh Up The Storm
A safe place to lay
Still, hidden away
The truth is yours to find
You were born
To laugh up the storm
That passion fires behind
Posted 1 week ago
Leonard Cohen with Chuck Berry and Keith Richards behind the scenes at the PEN New England Awards at JFK Library, Boston on 26 February 2012.
Posted 1 week ago
Screen Tests for Rebel Without a Cause (1955)
Posted 1 week ago
Buying books would be a good thing if one could also buy the time to read them in: but as a rule the purchase of books is mistaken for the appropriation of their contents.
Schopenhauer
Michael from Locus Ceruleus.
