Mistaken for strangers :: Two-tune Saturday

Keep Art Alive :: “Lapin Douler” :: Art by Kelly Haigh “You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends, when you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery citibank lights, arm and arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under. Oh, you wouldn’t want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t wanna watch, another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.” I think part of me realizes that for years and years, possibly a lifetime, it is me who has mistaken myself for a stranger. People take me for what they want to take … Continue reading Mistaken for strangers :: Two-tune Saturday

As we go drowning :: video of the day

Angels and Angles :: The Decemberists “There are angels, in your angles, there’s a low moon, caught in your tangles; there’s a ticking, at the sill. There’s a purr of a pigeon, to break the still of day, as on we go drowning, down we go away. And, darling, we go a-drowning, down we go away, away.” Continue reading As we go drowning :: video of the day

There is only now :: song of the day

“And I know the cause, and I want to stop, but I can’t do it, I just can’t do it. There was love I meant, there were accidents, so tell me which is which. ‘Cos I just can’t work it out. But, for memory and clarity, we had better write it down. I have no way, of knowing the truth, with time dissolves. I put the past into the ground, I saw the future as a cloud, if there’s still time to turn around, I’m going to.” There are characters that come to play, they write themselves, sneak into my … Continue reading There is only now :: song of the day

You are my sweetest downfall :: songs and prose

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Sarah Joncas “Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth, I have to go, I have to go.” Five minutes into the next day and I feel the collision of desire and death. They cling to the sticky sense that it all leads to an ending of a beginning. All those tucked away reckless notions of self-destruction, they peek their dyed heads out to whisper at you, fabricating the realm of fuckwits and fairy tales. Do you want a piece of dark chocolate to go with your next beautiful mis-step of judgement, you stupid … Continue reading You are my sweetest downfall :: songs and prose