This will be the last place, Always

thedarkspark: ninefruits thedarkspark: So I’m getting ready...

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 20:32:07 +0000

ninefruits

thedarkspark:

So I’m getting ready to head out for the last day of ATP. Here is my essential purchase of the weekend - this bottle of tabasco, which shall be carried around with me all day in an attempt to rescue food everywhere from the bonds of the mediocre. Seriously, the food at Butlins is so bland I think I heard my appetite weeping in the middle of the night.

Why haven’t I proposed to you yet?

Because that would be incest.

Love, your internet big sister.

Oh Marie I saw you! I thought it was you at APTBS but by the time I realised it could have been you you’d gone! I recognise the neck scarf :(

I hope you had an ace time x

Name: NatalieTumblr Name: esthergreenwood/thehoodwinkNicknames: T-a-l-l-i-e.Birthday: Christmas...

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 13:27:00 +0000

Name: Natalie
Tumblr Name: esthergreenwood/thehoodwink
Nicknames: T-a-l-l-i-e.
Birthday: Christmas Eve
Age: 21
Location: South of England, by the sea
Current school/job: Academia, I study english literature by day, and the association between alcohol and individual personality, from behind a bar, at night.
Sexual orientation: Not easily definable, however I would say I appreciate the individual.
Status: I am in a serious relationship
Random fact about yourself: I am a published poet.
Hobbies/Interests: Poetry, Academia, teaching myself things that I didn’t study at school, Music, Cooking and my cat Dali.
Do you smoke/drink: Yes/Yes
Favorite Tumblr blogs?: marginalgloss, blackmark (The Blog of the astounding srtist Leah Hayes), buyhercandy, whokilled and marychrist. Oh and sexartandpolitics.
Why Tumblr?: It seemed the best thing to do at the time.

Tumblr meetup at ATP Nightmare before christmas?

Mon, 09 Nov 2009 16:49:06 +0000

"He had awoken too late for happiness, but not for strength, and could feel an austere joy, as of a..."

Sun, 08 Nov 2009 21:12:44 +0000

“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.

"Acts like what this coach did are extremely damaging. I’m sure it was the talk of the school- the..."

Mon, 26 Oct 2009 20:40:33 +0000

“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.”

- Pam’s House Blend:: High School Hand Holding as Punishment… with a Dash of Internalized Homophobia

via clingtomymouth(via sexartandpolitics)

a fresh start...

Tue, 20 Oct 2009 12:40:44 +0100

a fresh start...

http://thehoodwink.tumblr.com/

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 21:14:26 +0100

http://thehoodwink.tumblr.com/

What I would like

Tue, 08 Sep 2009 22:20:56 +0100

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

Carson McCullers at work. Highly Reccomended : The Member...

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 15:46:00 +0100

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.

In Which These are the 100 Greatest Writers of all time.

Mon, 07 Sep 2009 15:41:43 +0100

In Which These are the 100 Greatest Writers of all time.:

Agree?

It has happened, the one thing I never imagined would. Fuck. this.

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 16:31:16 +0100

And now, to withdraw.

i12bent: Louise Bogan, American poet, b. August 11, 1897 (d....

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 18:00:03 +0100

i12bent:

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.

Previously on OF: 1 & on Lumpy Pudding: 1

I like New Discoveries of people I should have heard of but havent.

jessie-estella: barefootinthewoods: idonttext: i had the lemon...

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 17:48:59 +0100

jessie-estella:

barefootinthewoods:

idonttext:

i had the lemon squeeze + tea + chicken baguette

in 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!

Sincerely, John Hughes. This story kills me.

Tue, 11 Aug 2009 12:48:46 +0100

Sincerely, John Hughes. This story kills me.

Very Upset that the only afternoon I have had free (ie. no double band practise, no gigs, no work,...

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 23:31:19 +0100

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..."

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 20:33:01 +0100

“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.”

- 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)

buyhercandy: rantingaboutcameras: homecoming: A group of...

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 13:08:33 +0100

buyhercandy:

rantingaboutcameras:

homecoming:

A group of farmers have created ‘murals’ by planting rice in different colours in Japanese paddy fields. (via)

Oh my god, this is amazing!

jessie-estella: trying to make myself sleepy. sleepy and happy....

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 23:49:10 +0100

jessie-estella:

trying to make myself sleepy.

sleepy and happy.
this song is what my head feels like 89% of the time. Happy or Sad.

this song describes it all.

This song reminds me of two people. Both I have let down.

i12bent: Claggett Wilson (Aug. 3, 1887 - 1952): Flower of...

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 23:48:10 +0100

i12bent:

Claggett Wilson (Aug. 3, 1887 - 1952): Flower of Death—The Bursting of a Heavy Shell, watercolor and pencil (Smithsonian)

Claggett Wilson was one of America’s first “Modernist” painters. Early in his career he taught painting and drawing at Columbia University. After serving as a lieutenant in The First World War, Wilson returned from France to document his experiences in a series of war paintings. (Wiki)

One of the best art/culture blogs around.

georgiaisyourfriend: The Story Behind the Scenes from My Lunch...

Tue, 04 Aug 2009 23:46:31 +0100

georgiaisyourfriend:

The Story Behind the Scenes from My Lunch Break

This is the best blog entry I have read for a long time.