June 2011
3 posts
“You can’t tell me this now, this far down the line, that you’re...”
– Stereophonics - Since I Told You It’s Over
May 2011
2 posts
1 tag
April 2011
2 posts
“Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it...”
– Henry James - The Portrait of a Lady
March 2011
2 posts
Faithless, Moby and Michael Jackson are helping me getting through writing a paper on Dutch Songbooks in the 17th century.
February 2011
2 posts
January 2011
3 posts
December 2010
7 posts
“I’m tired of making out on the telephone”
– Dire Straits - So Far Away
November 2010
12 posts
1 tag
“I want to make corny pictures of you and me.”
– me
1 tag
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur,...
Catullus 85
sodersrl:
Odi et amo. Quare id faciam fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio, et excrucior.
October 2010
8 posts
Musée des Beaux Arts
About suffering they were never wrong, The Old Masters: how well they understood Its human position; how it takes place While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along; How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting For the miraculous birth, there always must be Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating On a pond at the edge of the...
“And then she fly away
In her high heel feet
And her fire dress
And...”
– Stereophonics - Nothing Precious at All
Alone With Everybody
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there’s no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever...
2 tags
2 tags
September 2010
8 posts
I have an infinite amount of love for Jewish men.
This is crazy, I was just two seconds ago thinking about my own love for Jewish men.
“November drizzles in my soul.”
2 tags
So we’ll go no more a-roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And Love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we’ll go no more a-roving By the light of the...
3 tags
After a long while not posting, I will attempt to revive this tumblr-space.
With summer almost over and school starting in about two weeks, I should be able to pull it off.
June 2010
3 posts
