June 2013
14 posts
Strobe
Deadmau5
My absolute favorite house/electronica song. Ever.
“Anne laughed — and then sighed. The bloom had been brushed from one little maiden dream. Would the painful process go on until everything became prosaic and hum-drum?”
—Anne of the Island- L.M. Montgomery
“Theory? Hell, it’s poetry.”
—Fahrenheit 451
I Fall In Love Too Easily
Warren Vaché
‘I Fall In Love Too Easily’ by [Don’t Look Back, 2006]
“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.”
—Edgar Allan Poe, Romance (via clarabow)
Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood
Nina Simone
I’m just a soul whose intentions are good…
May 2013
21 posts
November
Max Richter
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
-Lord Byron
(When I heard this I immediately thought of this poem)
Last year In Virginia →
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Okay, so the first time I posted this video it didn’t work but it seems to be working on Photobucket.
Dawn be Crackin' by Lexy Alari
This is a poem I wrote last January and just rediscovered on my computer. I was listening to a lot of rap music at the time, hence the title.
I’m not quite asleep and not quite awake
I can’t believe how this young body aches
Got to stop all these dark nights of late
I like to hang with the stars and the owls
and join the lone wolf when it howls
I’m one of those all night stay up laters
contemplating the moon and it’s craters
I’m not wasting my time by making these rhymes
But now it’s dawn and I’m ready to crash
So blow out the light and scatter the ash.
“My mind speaks English, my heart speaks Russian, and my ear prefers French.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, trilingual writer that understood the very different personalities of the languages he spoke. (via stxxz)
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