The mirror casts mon reflet partout

Mathilde Frachon for Marie Claire Paris

The black mirror knows no reflection
It knows not pride or vanity
It cares not about your dreams
It cares not for your pyramid schemes
Their names are never spoken
The curse is never broken
The curse is never broken
- Black Mirror, Arcade Fire.

[rockandrollsuicide]

A spray of stars hit the screen.

It glittered and it gleamed
For the arriving beauty queen
A ring and a car
Now you’re the prettiest by far
No party she’d not attend
No invitation she wouldn’t send
Transfixed by the inner sound
Of your promise to be found
- Kiss Them For Me, Siouxsie & the Banshees

I'm having a massive love affair with Fragonard.
Care to join moi?

Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.

Brett Manning

Here she comes
Walkin down the street
Here she comes
Comin through my door
Here she comes
Crawlin up my stair
Here she comes
Waltzin through the hall
In a pretty red dress
And oh, she looks so good, oh, she looks so fine
And I got this crazy feeling that Im gonna ah-ah make her mine
- Gloria,
Patti Smith

Je suis là, devant toi, toujours la même

Je suis là, devant toi, toujours la même
Tu le vois, c'est encore toi que j'aime
Que j'aime, que j'aime, que j'aime
Tu t'en vas et plus rien ne vaut la peine
Oh! Pourquoi ne puis-je pas crier:
Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime
- Voilà, Françoise Hardy

She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

Toulouse-Lautrec and Renoir respectively.

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.
- Cinderella, Sylvia Plath.

Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm

Sing we for love and idleness,

Naught else is worth the having.

Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.

And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,

Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.

-An Immorality, Ezra Pound
That sexy, sexy man

She looked at him with endless wonder.

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that 's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

- She Walks in Beauty,
Byron.

I'm pretty much obsessed with this poem.

And yes, it has been a long time.

Light breaks where no sun shines

Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;
And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
The things of light
File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

A candle in the thighs
Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
Where no seed stirs,
The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
Bright as a fig;
Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
Slides like a sea;
Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
Spout to the rod
Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

Night in the sockets rounds,
Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
Day lights the bone;
Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
The winter's robes;
The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

Light breaks on secret lots,
On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
When logics die,
The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
And blood jumps in the sun;
Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

- Light Breaks Where No Sun Shines, Dylan Thomas

I will love you forever, or, atleast until morning comes.

I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

Well I had to phone her friend to state my case

And say she's lost control again.

And she showed up all the errors and mistakes,

And said I've lost control again.

But she expressed herself in many different ways,

Until she lost control again.

And walked upon the edge of no escape,

And laughed I've lost control.

She's lost control again

-She's Lost Control, Joy Division.

A toast to despair et misery.

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I only go out to get me fresh appetite for being alone.

Ah, but, she floats languidly, with an air of beauty.

weheartit, novemberkitten

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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