I have counted all the stars and swallowed the moon

  I've had a long day today, my mind feels pretty much wiped,
and all I'm good for is some mindless TV....well, busy
watching the third season of The Tudors, which I think
is really good. Seeing I can't think of anything to say
right now, I'll leave you with one of my favourite
poems, Howl, by Allen Ginsberg.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by 
              madness, starving hysterical naked, 
       dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn 
              looking for an angry fix, 
       angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly 
              connection to the starry dynamo in the machin- 
              ery of night, 
       who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat 
              up smoking in the supernatural darkness of 
              cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities 
              contemplating jazz, 
       who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and 
              saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene- 
              ment roofs illuminated, 
       who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes 
              hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy 
              among the scholars of war.....

You will find the rest of the poem here. 

I love these series of images by Knotan, especially the top one.




Amazing colours and beautiful use of light by Marie Ek. When I did my photography course we learned that photography means painting with light and I think this is a perfect example.



dreamy and peaceful polaroids by garters and lace


Some sweet photo's by Ali Bosworth, you can find more of her photo's here and here.

This is not an elegy...

I don't usually do two posts in one day, but I stumbled across a most beautiful poem via Poetry 365 called This is not an Elegy by Catherine Pierce. It somehow reached right into my soul, and inspired me.....and before I knew it, I was blogging away.....I remember being sixteen, all the heartache, and insecurity, the crushes never returned, the yearning for love.....


At sixteen, I was illegal and brilliant,
my fingernails chewed to half-moons.
I took off my clothes in a late March
field. I had secret car wrecks,
secret hysteria. I opened my mouth
to swallow stars.



In backseats
I learned the alchemy of guilt, lust,
and distance. I was unformed and total.
I swore like a sailor. But slowly the cops
stopped coming around. The heat lifted
its palms. The radio lost some teeth.



Now I see the landscape behind me
as through a Claude glass—
tinted deeper, framed just so, bits
of gilt edging the best parts.

I see my unlined face, a thousand
film stars behind the eyes. I was
every murderess, every whip-
thin alcoholic, every heroine
with the silver tongue. Always young
Paul Newman’s best girl. Always
a lightning sky behind each kiss.



Some days I watch myself
in the third person, speak to her
in the second. I say: I will
meet you in sleep.




I will know you
by your stillness and your shaking.
By your second-hand gown.
By your bruises left by mouths
since forgotten.





This is not
an elegy because I cannot bear
for it to be. It is only a tree branch
against the window. It is only a cherry
tomato slowly reddening in the garden.
I will put it in my mouth. It will
be sweet, and you will swallow.




(Picture credits: all pics via Grungegypsy)

Tuesday love sonnets

Today I'm inspired by love with these pictures I came across. The first boy you give yourself to completely who breaks your heart is always the hardest to get over. After that no matter how hard you know you'll always survive, and when you do find love it's incredible.









Images from Unicorn Dreams and The Thinking Tank

I will try to stop hiding away

Collage art by Kareem Rizk on Etsy




photographer Marcelo Gomes




photo's via RedBubble

I love this photo, I found it here and saved it to my computer a while ago so I don't remember the details. It was taken somewhere in Eastern Europe in the 1940's at a village dance...I think. This photo really touches me, it gives me faith that true love exists and I hope theirs lasted.