In 12 hours I will retire from blogging.
Your body like a searchlight
my poverty revealed,
I would like to try your charity
until you cry, "Now you must try my greed."
And everything depends upon
how near you sleep to me
In one episode he says "hurry up, I've got a to do list longer than a fucking Leonard Cohen song!"
Thus life has been an endless line of land
receding endlessly.... And so that's that,
you say under your breath, and wave your hand,
and then your handkerchief, and then your hat.
To all these things I've said the fatal word,
using a tongue I had so tuned and tamed
that -- like some ancient sonneteer -- I heard
its echoes by posterity acclaimed.
But now thou too must go; just here we part,
softest of tongues, my true one, all my own....
And I am left to grope for heart and art
and start anew with clumsy tools of stone.
There are many in your life
And many still to be
You are a light
You are a shining light
So there's many that you'll see
I've got to deal with my own envy
When you choose the precious few
Who've left their pride on the other side of
Coming back to you
“If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself. If you are accompanied by even one companion you belong only half to yourself, or even less, in proportion to the thoughtlessness of his conduct; and if you have more than one companion you will fall more deeply into the same plight.”
Leonardo da Vinci
You have the lovers,
they are nameless, their histories only for each other,
and you have the room, the bed, and the windows.
Pretend it is a ritual.
Unfurl the bed, bury the lovers, blacken the windows,
let them live in that house for a generation or two.
No one dares disturb them.
Visitors in the corridor tip-toe past the long closed door,
they listen for sounds, for a moan, for a song:
nothing is heard, not even breathing.
You know they are not dead,
you can feel the presence of their intense love.
Man is an end in himself. Romantic love—the profound, exalted, lifelong passion that unites his mind and body in the sexual act—is the living testimony to that principle.
Everyday without you I die a little. Don't worry, I was already dying of loneliness before You. Every time we talk, it's like you are stepping on my heart. It makes me think of Pulp's "Like A Friend" ( "come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams"). If I had a list of things that would make me hate a girl, you would of completed them all. "I'm sick of Love..."
I ran into this picture and it strikingly reminded me of a girl I call Misstress. I was also thinking of something she said to me, which I quoted above.
I've always noticed how much Almodovar loves using Red in his production design, but it was jumping at me more than usual when watching "The Skin I Live In"
I got into The Old Republic today and this is the class I'm playing...
“Behind these things we think of,
All but too deeply,
We both have our fears,
But I have a lighthouse,
These high and mighty white clouds,
Can turn grey all they want,
Because the thought of you,
Would only weigh me down to the ground,
Like that anchor around your neck,
You are the shore I would kiss,
When my heart is a shipwreck”
— Jake Jereza
"It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight." Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, Part Two, Ch.29