This will be the last place, Always
I am an extension of T's broken conscience, a scrapyard of thoughts and a collection of things meant to be said, but never actually materialised. I enjoy solitude, writing terrible music, pretending to know how to write and studying English Literature at a UK University. This is me thinking out loud.
I like nice emails, The.Lasting.Place@googlemail.com
aim : talliesmokes
I like nice emails, The.Lasting.Place@googlemail.com
aim : talliesmokes
Nov 09
Nov 08
“ He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a warrior who is homeless but stands fully armed.
—
Maurice by E.M. Forster. (via midnight-radio)
This needs to be added to my list of books to read in the near future, as this line is perfect.
Oct 26
“ Acts like what this coach did are extremely damaging. I’m sure it was the talk of the school- the two big football players holding hands like fags. I can only imagine the effect this had on LGBT students at the school. Take the ridicule the two players felt and quadruple it to an actual LGBT kid. The other players saw the “punishment” as a homophobic joke and still reacted with bullying and jeers under the watchful eye of their coach. What would their reaction be if it was a real gay student holding hands with another boy- would the bullying stop at jeers or escalate to something more violent? These are lessons in hate and intolerance we should be fighting against, not excusing and glazing over. The acts of intolerance themselves are dangerous moments that teach anti-LGBT animus. How we react (or condone) as a community is a lesson to young people as well, perhaps a stronger lesson than the homophobic act itself.
Oct 20
Oct 04
Sep 08
What I would like
For John, Who Begs Me Not To Enquire Further
Not that it was beautiful,
but that, in the end, there was
a certain sense of order there;
something worth learning
in that narrow diary of my mind,
in the commonplaces of the asylum
where the cracked mirror
or my own selfish death
outstared me.
And if I tried
to give you something else,
something outside of myself,
you would not know
that the worst of anyone
can be, finally,
an accident of hope.
I tapped my own head;
it was a glass, an inverted bowl.
It is a small thing
to rage in your own bowl.
At first it was private.
Then it was more than myself;
it was you, or your house
or your kitchen.
And if you turn away
because there is no lesson here
I will hold my awkward bowl,
with all its cracked stars shining
like a complicated lie,
and fasten a new skin around it
as if I were dressing an orange
or a strange sun.
Not that it was beautiful,
but that I found some order there.
There ought to be something special
for someone
in this kind of hope.
This is something I would never find
in a lovelier place, my dear,
although your fear is anyone’s fear,
like an invisible veil between us all…
and sometimes in private,
my kitchen, your kitchen,
my face, your face.
Anne Sexton
Sep 07
Carson McCullers at work.
Highly Reccomended : The Member of the Wedding. A great, disturbing, suffocating bomb of a book that argues the space between fitting in and wanting to define oneself. Frankie has quickly become one of the most interesting protagonists I have ever read. Her flights into fantasy and innocent adolescent observations against the bleak landscape of barren southern America make this novel absolutely astounding.
Aug 16
It has happened, the one thing I never imagined would. Fuck. this.
And now, to withdraw.
Aug 12
Louise Bogan, American poet, b. August 11, 1897 (d. 1970)
Tears in Sleep
All night the cocks crew, under a moon like day,
And I, in the cage of sleep, on a stranger’s breast,
Shed tears, like a task not to be put away—-
In the false light, false grief in my happy bed,
A labor of tears, set against joy’s undoing.
I would not wake at your word, I had tears to say.
I clung to the bars of the dream and they were said,
And pain’s derisive hand had given me rest
From the night giving off flames, and the dark renewing.
I like New Discoveries of people I should have heard of but havent.
i had the lemon squeeze + tea + chicken baguettein that order?
hee!
plus, this bakery is like the most perfectly named bakery for you.I’m SO going to the teashop round the corner for lunch. And I have having TEA and a MUFFIN and a SANDWICH.
I know this doesn’t sound too thrilling to the rest of you, but I think I may still be slightly drunk from last night and a hearty lunch sounds GOOD.
Mmmmm, Yumchaa. Best teashop in town. With most definitely the best muffins. Berwick Street. EVERYBODY MUST GO!
Whereabouts is Berwick street, I’m in London for three days on tour and this sounds amazing!
Aug 11
Aug 05
Very Upset that the only afternoon I have had free (ie. no double band practise, no gigs, no work, no nothing) this week is rendered useless by illness. I feel like I’m slowly pushing my brain out through my nose. Gross. Want to do fun things, which doesnt involve drill-like headaches. I am never ill, and never free, DAMN YOU UNIVERSE.
“ Nerve: Does anyone in your industry ever just get fed up and say, “Pick! Gay or straight?”
Patrick Wolf: You get that your whole life. Especially in gay culture, if you like girls and boys then you’re hiding something. Same with straight people. And the media is like an exaggerated version of the worst of society. I don’t like that word “ambiguous” as well. I know David Bowie touts that, but if you ask me what I did last night, I’ll tell you. If you don’t, then you don’t get answers, and then I’m still an enigma, and they assume I’m ambiguous. But it’s just because they don’t breach the subject. I like boys and girls, that’s not hard to understand, but they’d rather use a stereotype when they shouldn’t.
Patrick Wolf: You get that your whole life. Especially in gay culture, if you like girls and boys then you’re hiding something. Same with straight people. And the media is like an exaggerated version of the worst of society. I don’t like that word “ambiguous” as well. I know David Bowie touts that, but if you ask me what I did last night, I’ll tell you. If you don’t, then you don’t get answers, and then I’m still an enigma, and they assume I’m ambiguous. But it’s just because they don’t breach the subject. I like boys and girls, that’s not hard to understand, but they’d rather use a stereotype when they shouldn’t.
—
Q&A with U.K. musician Patrick Wolf - Nerve.com Screening Room
The Bachelor is streaming on Spinner Full CD Listening Party for the time being.
(via sexartandpolitics)
A group of farmers have created ‘murals’ by planting rice in different colours in Japanese paddy fields. (via)Oh my god, this is amazing!
