vrijdag 31 juli 2015
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vrijdag 24 juli 2015
Oscar Wilde
To Carlos Blacker
12 July 1897 [Châlet Bourgeat], Berneval-sur-Mer.......The sea has a lovely beach, to which one descends through a small ravine, and the land is full of trees and flowers, quite like a bit of Surrey...
Oscar Wilde
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zaterdag 11 juli 2015
Van Morrison - Madame George - Down on Cyprus Avenue With a childlike vision leaping into view Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George Marching with the soldier boy behind He's much older with hat on drinking wine And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through The cool night air like Shalimar And outside they're making all the stops The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops Happy taken Madame George That's when you fall Whoa, that's when you fall Yeah, that's when you fall When you fall into a trance A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance With your folded arms and history books you glance Into the eyes of Madame George And you think you found the bag You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag In the corner playing dominoes in drag The one and only Madame George And then from outside the frosty window raps She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops And immediately drops everything she gots Down into the street below And you know you gotta go On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row Throwing pennies at the bridges down below And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow Say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music, Dancing, music all around the room And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all So cold And as you're about to leave She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves And the gloves to love to love the gloves... To say goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George Dry your eyes for Madame George Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street In the backstreet, in the back street Say goodbye to Madame George In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street Down home, down home in the back street Gotta go Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye... Say goodbye to Madame George And the loves to love to love the love Say goodbye Oooo Mmmm Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George Dry your eye for Madame George Wonder why for Madame George The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love... Say goodbye, goodbye Get on the train Get on the train, the train, the train... This is the train, this is the train... Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye... Get on the train, get on the train...
vrijdag 10 juli 2015
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vrijdag 3 juli 2015
Charles Bukowski
once in a while
it is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment and then usually it's a stranger. it was 3 or 4 years ago i was walking on Sunset Blvd toward Vermont when a block away i noticed a figure moving toward me. there was something in her carriage and in her walk which attracted me. as we came closer the intensity increased. suddenly i knew her entire history: she had lived all her life with men who had never really known her. as she approached i became almost dizzy. i could hear her footsteps as she approached. i looked into her face. she was as beautiful as i had imagined she would be. as we passed our eyes fucked and loved and sang to each other and then she moved past me. i walked on not looking back. then when i looked back she was gone. what is one to do in a world where almost everything worth having or doing is impossible? I went into a coffee shop and decided that if i ever saw her again somehow, I'd say "listen, please i just must speak to you..." I never saw her again I never will. the iron in our society silences a man's heart and when you silence a man's heart you leave him finally with only a cock.
donderdag 2 juli 2015
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