‘the artist is originally a man who turns from reality’ Freud
..gisell ale..
its what comes after
boys go away but they never will
i love him….
“ Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.
Pablo Neruda on: solitude, loneliness, isolation, and humanity.
There is no insurmountable solitude. All paths lead to the same goal: to convey to others what we are. And we must pass through solitude and difficulty, isolation and silence, in order to reach forth to the enchanted place where we can dance our clumsy dance and sing our sorrowful song - but in this dance or in this song there are fulfilled the most ancient rites of our conscience in the awareness of being human and of believing in a common destiny.
“ What makes New Moon succeed is something similar to what Shakespeare gets at in many of his sonnets: the ability of art to beat death.
on Elliot Smith’s “New Moon”
Every day Keep making the same mistakes Once again I find myself in the same old place And I’m wandering Wondering Where to turn There’s a dead end Straight ahead Won’t you take me home? And you said There’s nothing you wouldn’t do And I answered There’s nothing in this world I need you to do Just hold me In your arms I feel so cold There are dark clouds Gathering Won’t you take me home?
Oh, won’t you take me home? aqualung
i wish i could go back and prevent this form ever happening
but i cant.
So take me and break me and make me strong like you.
I’ll be forever grateful to this and you.
It’s only you, beautiful.
Or I don’t want anyone.
If I can choose it’s only you.
Fix me to a chain around your neck and wear me like a nickel.
Even new wine served in old skins cheapens the taste.
I shot the pilot, now I’m begging you to fly this for me.
I’m here for you to use, broken and bruised.
Do you understand?
