A Festivus for the Rest of Us

Shards

When I'm walkin' I strut my stuff, man I'm so strung out. I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out.

Vacatiiiion

The Suburbs

Heavy.

Gosh

Fête

picture from Orchestre

Daisy Lowe

The Twist

Quand Je Fume

picture from LeSmoking

The Death of Marilyn Monroe

by Sharon Olds

The ambulance men touched her cold
body, lifted it, heavy as iron,
onto the stretcher, tried to close the
mouth, closed the eyes, tied the
arms to the sides, moved a caught
strand of hair, as if it mattered,
saw the shape of her breasts, flattened by
gravity, under the sheet
carried her, as if it were she,
down the steps.

These men were never the same. They went out
afterwards, as they always did,
for a drink or two, but they could not meet
each other's eyes.
Their lives took
a turn--one had nightmares, strange
pains, impotence, depression. One did not
like his work, his wife looked
different, his kids. Even death
seemed different to him--a place where she
would be waiting,
and found himself standing at night
in the doorway to a room of sleep, listening to a
woman breathing, just an ordinary
woman
breathing.
from one of my favorite book of poems: The Dead and the Living

Tu Es Partout

Tired

New

Picture by Shelbie Dimond

Never Let Me Go

Dwelling Here

Pictures by Irina Gusakova

Nouveau Noir

Deadlines. Sigh

Judy Was A

Picture from theChocolateBrigade

Presidential

More pictures

Color Concious

Picture from retrozone

Olivia, Explorer

Nineteen Thirty Three

It must have been a good year.

Soma

Pictures from Pepper and Chips

Flowers

Sadie

par-Joanna Newsom

This is an old song
These are old blues
And this is not my tune
But it's mine to use
And the seabirds
Where the fear once grew
Will flock with a fury
And they will bury
What's come for you

And down where I darn with the milk-eyed mender
You and I, and a love so tender
Stretched on the hoop where I stitch this adage
"Bless our house and it's heart so savage."

Kate

picture from yayeveryday

E.E.

Dreaming

David Bowie Cat

Miaou.

Shape

Tim Curry

Happy almost halloween y'all.

Nowhere

Pictures by Hedi Slimane

Circumpolar

Picture from: CreamColouredPonies

WARP

And now, a poem from Mao Tse-Tung

Reply to Li Shu-Yi
May 1957

I lost yang, that tough poplar,
you lost Lui, that willow-
they flew up to the highest heaven.
On the moon, they asked Wu Kang,
What do you have?
Wu Kang brought out cassia wine.

Lonely Moon Princess,
her wide sleeves flowing,
danced in immense space
for that devoted man, that loyal woman.
Sudden new from earth:
the tiger tamed.
Their tears broke out,
turned into rain.


.bizzare.

NY Export: Opus Jazz

So. Good.

Michael.

It's weird that this was George Michael.

An Entomologist's Last Love Letter

by Jared Singer

dear samantha
i’m sorry
we have to get a divorce
i know that seems like an odd way to start a love letter but let me explain:
it’s not you
it sure as hell isn’t me
it’s just human beings don’t love as well as insects do
i love you.. far too much to let what we have be ruined by the failings of our species

i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night
i know you would never DO anything, you never do but..
i saw the way you looked at the waiter last night
did you know that when a female fly accepts the pheromones put off by a male fly, it re-writes her brain, destroys the receptors that receive pheromones, sensing the change, the male fly does the same. when two flies love each other they do it so hard, they will never love anything else ever again. if either one of them dies before procreation can happen both sets of genetic code are lost forever. now that… is dedication.

after Elizabeth and i broke up we spent three days dividing everything we had bought together
like if i knew what pots were mine like if i knew which drapes were mine somehow the pain would go away
this is not true
after two praying mantises mate, the nervous system of the male begins to shut down
while he still has control over his motor functions
he flops onto his back, exposing his soft underbelly up to his lover like a gift
she then proceeds to lovingly dice him into tiny cubes
spooning every morsel into her mouth
she wastes nothing
even the exoskeleton goes
she does this so that once their children are born she has something to regurgitate to feed them
now that.. is selflessness
i could never do that for you

so i have a new plan
i’m gonna leave you now
i’m gonna spend the rest of my life committing petty injustices
i hope you do the same
i will jay walk at every opportunity
i will steal things i could easily afford
i will be rude to strangers
i hope you do the same
i hope reincarnation is real
i hope our petty crimes are enough to cause us to be reborn as lesser creatures
i hope we are reborn as flies
so that we can love each other as hard as we were meant to.

If We Knew

Pictures from CreamyColouredPonies

Flora

Bright

Photos by Anna Aden

Le Corsaire

J'aime

Picture from Daulism

Non.

Mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-mon-téléphone.

Evenly

Picture from Late Afternoon

The Thin White Duke (and Sofia!)

Something about Sam Rockwell is endearing...

I love science fiction....when it's done right and Moon was done right. Done right by David Bowie's son! Duncan Jonas=Zowie Bowie. David Jones=David Bowie. David Bowie = Duncan Jones' father. Mind blown. I guess it makes sense that David Bowie's son would make a movie about the moon...what a cool family.
Speaking of charming families- I can't wait to see Sofia Coppolas Somewhere.

Out of This World

Raquel Welch you are something else.

Room Enough

It's like the inside of a pie... and I like it.
Picture from: hardtoexplain

This is Just to Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold



Poem by William Carlos Williams