| horror! |
[May. 6th, 2008|04:11 am] |
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| | rasputina>>if the kisses can't hold the man you love | ] |
If this indeed is the voice of Oscar Wilde-the man I venerate as a brilliant author and scholar of decadence, I shall impale myself for the mortification.
http://copperas.com/wilde/wilde_voice.html |
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| silence broken by propaganda |
[Oct. 12th, 2007|01:14 am] |
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Get free stickers at peta2.com |
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| I have done it again... |
[Oct. 29th, 2006|05:52 pm] |
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| | Decemberists>>Everything I Try To Do | ] |
...One year in every ten
I manage it--
Year 20.
Mmm. The slipping away of my youth. |
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| Darkness there and nothing more... |
[Aug. 5th, 2006|01:38 pm] |
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| |  quixotic | ] |
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| | Rasputina>>Doomsday Averted | ] |
Yesterday; I knocked on Edgar Allan Poe’s door.
Answer there was none. |
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[Mar. 28th, 2006|08:01 pm] |
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Alexander proposed!
I am engaged!
O! |
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| Worst. Valentines Day. Ever. |
[Feb. 14th, 2006|11:19 pm] |
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| |  disappointed | ] |
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| | O Sailor >> Fiona Apple | ] |
"I didn't get you anything," The Boy™ explains with a self satisfied simper of a smile, "'cause you told me not to."
The day women are taken at their word is a sad day indeed. This is that cheerless day. Moment of silence, please. |
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[Dec. 19th, 2005|07:50 pm] |
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Modern Love--John Keats
AND what is love? It is a doll dress'd up
For idleness to cosset, nurse, and dandle;
A thing of soft misnomers, so divine
That silly youth doth think to make itself
Divine by loving, and so goes on
Yawning and doting a whole summer long,
Till Miss's comb is made a pearl tiara,
And common Wellingtons turn Romeo boots;
Then Cleopatra lives at number seven,
And Antony resides in Brunswick Square.
Fools! if some passions high have warm'd the world,
If Queens and Soldiers have play'd deep for hearts,
It is no reason why such agonies
Should be more common than the growth of weeds.
Fools! make me whole again that weighty pearl
The Queen of Egypt melted, and I'll say
That ye may love in spite of beaver hats.
I adore this poem.<3 |
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[Nov. 5th, 2005|02:14 pm] |
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"Are we to look at cherry blossoms only in full bloom, the moon only when it is cloudless? To long for the moon while looking on the rain, to lower the blinds and be unaware of the passing of the spring - these are even more deeply moving. Branches about to blossom or gardens strewn with faded flowers are worthier of our admiration...People commonly regret that the cherry blossoms scatter or that the moon sinks in the sky, and this is natural; but only an exceptionally insensitive man would say "This branch and that branch have lost their blossoms. There is nothing worth seeing now."
In all things, it is the beginnings and ends that are interesting. Does the love between men and women refer only to moments when they are in each other's arms? The man who grieves over a love affair broken off before it was fulfilled, who bewails empty vows, who spends long autumn nights alone, who lets his thoughts wander to distant skies, who yearns for the past in a dilapidated house - such a man truly knows what love means. The moon that appears close to dawn after we have long waited for it moves us more profoundly that the full moon shining cloudless over a thousand leagues. And how incomparably lovely is the moon, almost greenish in its light, when seen through the tops of the cedars deep in the mountains, or when it hides for a moment behind clustering clouds during a sudden shower! The sparkle on hickory or white-oak leaves seemingly wet with moonlight strikes one to the heart...
And are we to look at the moon and the cherry blossoms with our eyes alone? How much more evocative and pleasing it is to think about the spring without stirring from the house, to dream of the moonlight though we remain in our room!"
From Yoshida Kenko's Essays in Idleness. |
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| Rabid. |
[Oct. 6th, 2005|09:40 pm] |
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| | Deerhoof>>Dummy Discards A Heart | ] |
DECEMBERISTS. DECEMBERISTS. DECEMBERISTS. DECEMBERISTS.
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Also, an interactive Villa Diodati: http://www.rc.umd.edu:7000/ |
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[Sep. 8th, 2005|09:24 pm] |
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| | oh dear | ] |
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| | Colin Meloy>>I've Changed My Plea To Guilty | ] |
It feels mad, beginning this again. The instigation of yet another doomed romance. I’ve avoided men for months, but today I grew weary of solitude. Would that I had not, for I had nearly forgotten the nuances of a relationship. The stolen kisses, the impudence of hasty, impassioned, prying hands, the deceitful whispers that pledge undying love.
Laissez, laissez mon coeur s'enivrer d'un mensonge. |
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| And the rain doesn't care.. |
[Aug. 31st, 2005|07:01 pm] |
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| | Oh, New Orleans... | ] |
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| | Bessie Smith>>Backwater Blues | ] |
It's an absurdly wonderful rainy night. The storm is thick with wind and mist. The thunder is orgasmically deep. It feels autumnal to the very core. Yet, Summer remains and lingers to afflict us all with it's heat drenched mockery.
I love this weather, it suits my temperment..although I do now, have a profound longing for the fall..for cider and pumpkins and spices and breath that forms in white whisps..for hayrides and samhain and full moons with black cats and leaves drenched and sticking in clotted lumps to the wet ground.
*sigh* |
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| update |
[Aug. 15th, 2005|11:54 pm] |
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| | Donovan>>Universal Soldier | ] |
·The Fates in charge of four years of unmitigated fan girl geekery have finally bestowed upon me tickets to the 10/7 Philadelphia DECEMBERISTS concert. I love love love this band. They bleed Victorian lyrics...and they’re intelligently written…that fact, in itself, is a miracle of rare device in the modern music scene. And the lead singer is Colin Meloy, damn it. SQUEE.
·‘Received the complete works of Bauldelaire and a video biography on the Bysshe from Amazon today…the film turned out to be ½ hour’s worth of useless, already acquired knowledge. BAH.
·‘Finally had a semi-enjoyable date on Saturday…Alex and I saw the Skeleton Key-which was preposterously bad, illogical, and presented poor imitations of voodoo rituals…but he was chivalrous, vaguely attractive, etc, etc. We have another date this week. I may keep him.
·I’ve sold my engagement ring. Fecking ex-fiancé bought it for $65.00. Cheap, dirty bastard. Any tangible remnant of that relationship is completely gone now and I’m unbelievably relieved.
·‘Am going to New York next weekend to stay at a homestead in order to observe the inner-workings of a self sufficient lifestyle…it ought to be interesting.
Tune in next month for another exciting episode. |
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| Nothing of him that doth fade... |
[Jul. 8th, 2005|01:30 pm] |
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| | Mozart>>Requiem in D minor | ] |
Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head!
And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
To mourn our loss, rouse thy obscure compeers,
And teach them thine own sorrow, say: "With me
Died Adonais; till the Future dares
Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be
An echo and a light unto eternity! |
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[Jun. 18th, 2005|04:04 pm] |
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| | The Decemberists>>Odalisque | ] |
"Find him, bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave."
And this, I miss because I was too slow in procuring tickets to The Decemberists concert in NYC. ::sobs weakly::
Also, it has been brought to my attention that They (They being the beastly little men producing reprehensible films in corporate Hollywood) have decided to make a(nother) movie about Nijinsky. Aurgh! (that being the shattering sound of consternation) Can they not leave well enough alone? Must They corrupt every heroic historical figure ala Gothic, Rowing With The Wind, and Wilde?
AND, should that not be disquieting news in itself...They also plan to remake The Picture of Dorian Grey starring ryan phillippe as Dorian. Aurgh! |
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| Happy birthday Mssr. “Beau” Brummel! |
[Jun. 7th, 2005|01:07 pm] |
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| | Chopin>>Scherzo No.2 in B flat minor, Op.31 | ] |
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[Jun. 3rd, 2005|08:01 pm] |
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| | Lethargic | ] |
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| | Yann Tiersen>>La Valse Des Monstres | ] |
High School has come to an anticlimactic conclusion & I find myself wallowing in undeserved indolence. As such, I intend to go forth & procure some form of employment. …eh, just as soon as this episode of Blackadder is over.
Bah.
I’m impossibly addicted to these damnably inane “Romantic Poet’ tests. Although, I’m consistently typified as Shelley which is somewhat worrisome-I do adore the man , but to seemingly emulate him might become most unfortunate. My favorite “question” entailed the assertion that “daffodils are soooooo pretty!” Ah, Wordsworth…you hack.
 | You scored as Percy Shelley. You’re poet is Percy Shelley. Shelley's best-known works include his Prometheus Unbound (1819), a lyrical drama in which Shelley expounds the cause of an imaginative revolution, his atheistic poem Queen Mab (1821), his prose essay A Defence of Poetry (1840) and The Triumph of Life, left unfinished at Shelley's death. Many of Shelley's other works were written around 1820: these include The Mask of Anarchy (1820), the poem 'Ode to the West Wind' (1819), Peter Bell the Third (1819) and the political odes 'To Liberty' and 'To Naples' (both 1820).
Percy Shelley | | 88% | Lord Byron | | 88% | John Keats | | 63% | William Wordsworth | | 63% | Samuel Taylor Coleridge | | 38% | </td>
Who is Your Romantic Poet?
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| Taedium Vitae |
[May. 13th, 2005|08:49 pm] |
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| | Kate Bush>>Waking the Witch | ] |
 | You scored as Romanticist. Romanticism encourages society to look backwards to find our solutions. Your rationale is that things were much better a few hundred years ago so we should thus look back to those times and replace them in our modern society. You believe in a simple life and that the complexities of the modern world have turned it upside down.
Romanticist | | 100% | Postmodernist | | 69% | Materialist | | 69% | Idealist | | 69% | Existentialist | | 63% | Cultural Creative | | 50% | Modernist | | 44% | Fundamentalist | | 13% | </td>
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....Also, bought:
Best Known Works of Voltaire
The Shelley Legend by Lobert Smith
The Unrecorded Life of Oscar Wilde by R.Croft-Cooke
At an antique emporium with a smell evocative of aged leather & heady rose. It was a beguiling store replete with chandeliers of tremulous crystal, phrenology busts sporting top hats, & verdant laudanum bottles with fading labels. Beauty touched with decay.
But enough of that..
Happy Friday the 13th! May black cats avoid you, and your mirrors remain unmarred. |
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[May. 3rd, 2005|08:28 pm] |
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| | Death In June>>Willow's Song | ] |
I’ve grown envious
of friends with whom I converse each day
about the paltry proceedings of their daily life.
‘New jobs, new cars, new love affairs..’
Whilst I-
I fill my days with poetry and music, nature and solitude
Hoarding unconvincing sums of coins
for a future expedition round the world
and an ancient estate
that may be filled with antiquities, leather-bound books, lilies and hearth fires
I wonder, at times, which one of us is fooling ourselves..
Until,
I look into their glacial eyes:
they're dead and flat with the pained expression of one who is ensnared:
Civilization's Automatons.
...Whilst I am... free.. |
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| 19th of April 1824 |
[Apr. 19th, 2005|05:50 pm] |
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| | Bach>>Fugue in G Minor | ] |
from Mary Shelley's journal:
This then was the coming event that cast its shadow on my last night's miserable thoughts. Byron had become one of the people of the grave--that miserable conclave to which the beings I best loved belong. I knew him in the bright days of youth, when neither care nor fear had visited me--before death had made me feel my mortality, and the earth was the scene of my hopes. Can I forget our evening visits to Diodati? Our excursions on the lake, when he sang the Tyrolese Hymn, and his voice was harmonized with the winds and waves? Can I forget his attentions and consolations to me during my deepest misery? Never.
Beauty sat on his countenance and power beamed from his eye. His faults being, for the most part, weaknesses, induced one readily to pardon them.
Albe'--the dear, capricious, fascinating Albe'--has left this desert world! God grant that I may die young! A new race is springing about me. At the age of twenty-six, I am in the condition of an aged person. All my old friends are gone. I have no wish to form new. I cling to the few remaining; but they slide away, and my heart fails when I think by how few ties I hold to the world. "Life is the desert and the solitude--how populous the grave,"--and that region--to the dearer and best beloved beings which it has torn from me, now adds that resplendent spirit whose departure leaves the dull earth dark as midnight.
[with thanks & apologies to "M._S.77"]^_^ |
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| Shelley+vegetarian socialist=love |
[Apr. 17th, 2005|08:10 pm] |
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| | Qntal>>Lamento De Tristano | ] |
You are Percy Bysshe Shelley! Famous for your
dreamy abstraction and your quirky verse,
you're the model "sensitive poet." A
vegetarian socialist with great personal charm
and a definite way with the love poem, you
remain an idol for female readers. There are
dozens of cute anecdotes about you.
Which Major Romantic Poet Would You Be (if You Were a Major Romantic Poet)?
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