One Cigarette

No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a long thread of such quiet grey I smiled to wonder who would believe its signal of so much love. One cigarette in the non-smoker's tray. As the last spire trembles up, a sudden draught blows it winding into my face. Is it smell, is it taste? You are here again, and I am drunk on your tobacco lips. Out with the light. Let the smoke lie back in the dark. Till I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass I'll breathe, and long past midnight, your last kiss. Edwin Morgan When I read this, I forget all about going -'Eww no. What do you mean you want a fag?'

Sill I Rise

Some Black women are very cool. Aretha's one. Maya Angelou's another.

Still I Rise

 

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise. 

Maya Angelou 

Some art

Picasso- Girl before a mirror. This makes me feel strangely guilty :P

Matisse- I have a feeling that if he painted my living room, it might end up looking like this.

This is a French style of art called Nabis. I find it really intriguing, especially in close up.

Dance of Life by Edvard Munch (he's best known for 'The Scream', which is makes me feel hysterical and crazy.) I chose to upload this not only because it's less known, but because it's very eerie in a subtle way.

I don't remember who this is by, and realistic art isn't my sort, but this is a curious blend of styles, and it's got a lovely ethereal feel to it. Especially the distant mist. It's reminiscent of the build-up to a storm.

Gaugin, my first love. This isn't typical Gaugin, maybe it's not even my favourite by him, but it's SO vibrant, that I fall in love with it whenever I see it. Just look at the sky. It's like you could scoop it up.

Good old pop art, good old puppydom :D

2 completely disconnected, completely fascinating things. Even if I do say so myself. I love the way I keep at this blog, despite dearth of comments. 

Milgram's experiment on obedience- It is in people's blood to follow orders. CREEPY. REALLY creepy.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milgram_experiment

A hip-hop dance routine between a woman(pretending to be a manequinn) and a man who is trying to bring the manequinn to life.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cLdjJYUPc4

Effervescing Elephant- Syd Barrett

An Effervescing Elephant
with tiny eyes and great big trunk
once whispered to the tiny ear
the ear of one inferior
that by next June he'd die, oh yeah!
because the tiger would roam.
The little one said: "Oh my goodness I must stay at home!
and every time I hear a growl
I'll know the tiger's on the prowl
and I'll be really safe, you know
the elephant he told me so."
Everyone was nervy, oh yeah!
and the message was spread
to zebra, mongoose, and the dirty hippopotamus
who wallowed in the mud and chewed
his spicy hippo-plankton food
and tended to ignore the word
preferring to survey a herd
of stupid water bison, oh yeah!
And all the jungle took fright,
and ran around for all the day and the night
but all in vain, because, you see,
the tiger came and said: "Who me?!
You know, I wouldn't hurt not one of you.
I'd much prefer something to chew
and you're all to scant." oh yeah!
He ate the Elephant

I am now going to say the most cliched thing possible. Syd Barrett, WISH YOU WERE HERE :'(

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