Monday, March 31, 2014

Down In The Cellar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5NEN_tC_rjs
















I'm a big fan of Jan Švankmajer's work. This short film (click picture to watch) is my favorite, though Alice runs a very, very close second.

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

If I Do Something Bad, Will You Still Love Me?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=775AbaGzBmY













We watched Firestarter again recently and were reminded what an awesome score by Tangerine Dream it has (click picture).

Also, George C. Scott plays one of the most bad ass villains EVER.

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Saturday, March 29, 2014

Welcome

https://soundcloud.com/robertrich/robertrich-frozen-day





















An hour of drone / ambient music by artist Robert Rich (click picture). I love pieces like this - they seem to be a world unto themselves that you could walk into and get lost in. A deep, vast landscape. Have a said that before? Quite possibly.

A good piece to relax / fall asleep to...if that's your thing.

Jay Shadow, I think you might dig.

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Photographer Piero Roi

Friday, March 28, 2014

The Ingoldsby Legends






















Illustration: There’s An Old Woman Dwells Upon Tappington Moor
by Arthur Rackham, from The Ingoldsby Legends, by Thomas Ingoldsby (Richard H. Barham), London, New York, 1907.

You can read the entire collection of stories here

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Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Monday, March 24, 2014

So Many Bottles...






















Love this quote:

A poem, as manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue, can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the - not always greatly hopeful - belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps. Poems in this sense, too, are under way; they are making toward something. 

-Paul Celan

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Photographer unknown

Sunday, March 23, 2014

You're Always Welcome At Our House

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZ-EJNz2AoE

















Absolutely love this... though they would never put it on TV these days.
Click picture...

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Photographer Corinne May Botz
Song by Shel Silverstein, The Muppet Show

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Untitled - Latest Poem
















Untitled

These burnt words
shift, break,
ash in air.

All that is left
is what isn't there.

Dark like the new moon,
an eyeless socket.


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Photographer Kruljac Tomislav
Poem completed 3/2014

Monday, March 17, 2014

Monster's Ball

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DS2H2z7W80Q&list=ALBTKoXRg38BDpgH41xFKTykqsrAmrcFsh
















One of my all time favorite scores.


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Photo taken around 2011
Song by Asche & Spencer (click photo)

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Why Do Angels Sing With Such Evil Voices?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zGf4hlzgYg





















I am in love with this. 

So beautiful.

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Song by Vladimir Vysotsky (click picture)
Photographer unknown

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Saturday Morning Music

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsf9lk2f4j8






















Song by Blossom Dearie (click picture)

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Friday, March 14, 2014

Angel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MZV77TDjkQ






















Art by Gabriel Pacheco
Song by Jeff Greinke (click picture)

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Wednesday, March 12, 2014

I'll Go Anywhere With You

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly11EmBXulg















For Rottie.

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Photographer unknown
Song by Halo (click picture)

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Latest Poem: Witch

















Witch

Here's what even the men who waited along the river understood:
that given time, I would slit their throats.

I was not my mother's daughter, no nursemaid
lives in this heart.
Briars took bits of flesh as they walked me to the water,
but I did not misstep
there is truth in what I do.

No flowers for the dead will grow here,
only the blood
that blooms from the cut.

I'll have my revenge.

I'll have the thing.

I'll see them impaled
on their own phallic hands.


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Photographer Laura J W Ryan
Poem completed 3/2014

Monday, March 3, 2014

In The Cellar






















In The Cellar

They have all gathered in the dark,
tiny shoulders tight with intention.
They are planning
what you've feared most.

Drawing a map in the dust,
they've finalized the details.
Now just the wait,
minutes marking time.

Outside the window
the thrushes tremble.


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Photographer angiethepirate
Poem completed 2/2014