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Lisel Mueller, “Things”

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 13:22:41 +0800

Lisel Mueller, “Things”

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Tue, 22 Jan 2013 13:21:25 +0800

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the story of her skin allowed no man to use mouth or pen to immortalizeher, in between the moon and...

Tue, 11 Dec 2012 01:14:13 +0800

the story of her skin allowed no man to use mouth or pen to immortalize
her, in between the moon and dinnersteaks,
there was no route that would lead her home

there was no book that told,
no poem that favored her,
no mornings that gave justice to her complexion,
no roses could compare
no ballad could ever be sung to revive her

thus, this was the story of her skin:
untrue and unreliable,
as honest as the word: Lover

She sought to write on water so that the sea could keep her stories safe so she went to the beach...

Fri, 02 Nov 2012 13:29:01 +0800

She sought to write on water

so that the sea could keep her stories safe

so she went to the beach every Sunday

and sat where the sand was fickle,

where it was either thirsty or wet

she would whisper to the wind through songs

she made up in her head

‘I could be naked, I could be alright’

and the sea always spoke to her

in little pebbles and hermit crabs

suicideblonde: Kate Moss and Johnny Depp in 1994

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 03:51:51 +0800

suicideblonde:

Kate Moss and Johnny Depp in 1994

The Perseids are a prolific meteor shower associated with the...

Mon, 13 Aug 2012 23:33:20 +0800

The Perseids are a prolific meteor shower associated with the comet Swift-Tuttle. The Perseids are so-called because the point from which they appear to come, called the radiant, lies in the constellation Perseus.

Mysterious Skin by Scott Heim

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 23:33:42 +0800

Mysterious Skin by Scott Heim

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Sat, 04 Aug 2012 20:37:37 +0800

Bohemian Rhapsody (Vocals Only) | Queen Haunting!

Tue, 31 Jul 2012 17:40:17 +0800

Bohemian Rhapsody (Vocals Only) | Queen

Haunting!

"She had a poignantly vacant, vulnerable quality that made her a reflection of everybody’s private..."

Sun, 15 Jul 2012 18:23:52 +0800

“She had a poignantly vacant, vulnerable quality that made her a reflection of everybody’s private fantasies. She could be anything you wanted her to be — a little girl, a woman, intelligent, dumb, rich, poor — anything. She was a wonderful, beautiful blank. The mystique to end all mystiques.”

- Andy Warhol on Edie Sedgwick

We run back and forth (Scene 2)

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 22:09:14 +0800

There was a thousand cigarette butts lying dead on the floor. Smoke replaces light in the evenings, the only markers for lips waiting to be kissed. Citizens run, counting money, counting the times they forgot their keys inside the refrigerator.

Then all of them stop for a bum. No one denies another of a light. It’s a universal truth that our intimacies remain subtexted in every shared puff. The smokers never wage war.

We run back and forth (Scene 1)

Mon, 09 Jul 2012 22:08:46 +0800

What about the puddles of water on the asphalt, arrogantly stepped on by business men,
cursed at by women with high heels and tight skirts. Trickles
of water are dragged along by leather shoes and wheels.
All they do is wait to dry up.

What ever happened to the song of the sky, falling slowly
on days our trees become thirsty. Our weeks have gone cold,
the sound of the city buses help us forget that
our puddles need to nourish our dry lips and burnt skin.

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Sat, 16 Jun 2012 21:38:56 +0800

Everything I say about you will always be an...

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 21:58:53 +0800

Everything I say about you will always be an understatement.
@Razons with Hoseine & Manny (Behind the camera)

Jellyfish

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 21:41:19 +0800

n. pl. jel·ly·fish

a. The romantic waves of its arms remind me of how dancers make love with a song.

b. or how future lovers slowly meet in passing. You catch a glimpse of someone’s face and look away to contain the sudden intensity, look back. The face is gone. The image whispers to you in every other word you hear from passers-by. “Daffodil… Abruptly… Tip-toe… Tongue… Cake…” Till every word pulls you further away from the face that swallowed you whole.

In a beach far away, a jellyfish dances alone and swims to die by the sand bed as half-naked children poke it with a stick.