She's The Last of The English Roses: We'll go to Chinatown for some opium and tea

Tuesday, May 19, 2009

We'll go to Chinatown for some opium and tea

And the days are not full enough

And the nights are not full enoughA

nd life slips by like a field mouse

Not shaking the grass .

Ezra Pound.

Poet, Lover, Philosopher.

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Flora said...: I think you already know how I am in love with the poem...the photos are beautiful as well.; May 25, 2009 at 11:24 AM

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"And it came to me then. That we were wonderful traveling companions but in the end no more than lonely lumps of metal in their own separate orbits. From far off they look like beautiful shooting stars, but in reality they're nothing more than prisons, where each of us is locked up alone, going nowhere. When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing."

- Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweatheart.