Sunday, December 23, 2012

Dead Can Dance - Rakim

Favored sonTurn in the gardenShades of oneSins forgotten

Favored signs to find hopeIn the rounds of lifeFavored rhymes to find hopeIn the sands of life

Favored sonFence in your heartSavored sonSins forgotten


"In the Autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden.
And when April returned and Spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers" 

(Gibran Khalil Gibran - Sand and Foam)

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Maid in Bedlam

Abroad as I was walking one evening in the spring
I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing
Her chains she rattled on her hands, and thus replied she
"I love my love because I know my love loves me

Oh cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea
And cruel was the sailing ship that bore my love from me
Yet I love his parents since their his, although they've ruined me
I love my love because I know my love loves me

With straw I'll weave a garland, I'll weave it wondrous fine
With roses, lilies, daisies I'll mix the eglantine
And I'll present it to my love when he returns from sea
I love my love because I know my love loves me"

Just as she sat there weeping, her love, he came on land
Then hearing she was in Bedlam he ran straight out of hand
He flew into her snow-white arms, and thus replied he
"I love my love because I know my love loves me"

She said, "My love, don't frighten me, are you my love or no?"
"Oh yes, my dearest Nancy, I am your love also
I am returned to make amends for all your injury
I love my love because I know my love loves me
I love my love because I know my love loves me

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Heron Blue

Quote Of The Day

"With a feeling of deep but most singular affection I regarded my friend Morella. Thrown by accident into her society many years ago, my soul, from our first meeting, burned with fires it had never known—but the fires were not of Eros—and bitter and tormenting to my eager spirit was the gradual conviction that I could in no manner define their unusual meaning, or regulate their vague intensity. Yet we met: and Fate bound us together at the altar: and I never spoke of love, or thought of passion. She, however, shunned society, and, attaching herself to me alone, rendered me happy. It is a happiness to wonder. It is a happiness to dream".
Edgar Allan Poe - Morella (1835) 

Photo: George Frederic Watts

Sunday, November 11, 2012

I Am The Night

I Am The Night

I've considered the night
as the moon's influence grew
over the sky.

I've sat with the night
when the only rain to touch the ground
is salted with regret,
and hastened by emotion.

I've become the night
when the sun falls off my sky
boiling itself into nothingness
as the moon's cold reign commences.

When no moon's white grace
could be reflected in a lover's eye,
I am the night
and I miss the sun dearly.

Michael Ardizzone

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Quote Of The Day

"Age is not measured by the years that went by but by the things you achieved during these years"

Photo: Malgorzata Sadowska Majewska - Violin Player 

Alexander McQueen - Savage Beauty


Saturday, August 11, 2012

Quote Of The Day

" And then came, as if to my final and irrevocable overthrow, the spirit of Perverseness. Of this spirit philosophy takes no account. Phrenology finds no place for it among its organs. Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart—one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man. Who has not, a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or a silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not? Have we not a perpetual inclination, in the teeth of our best judgment, to violate that which is Law, merely because we understand it to be such?"  
The Black Cat - Edgar allan Poe (1843)

Illustration: Aubrey Beardsley - Black Cat