Michael ♥
un jour
going everywhere, being everyone, leaving everything, breaking every heart
Dear kids,
OK now, just so you know; I’m leaving Myspace and moving in with Bandcamp. I’m very well determined this time, i won’t repeat my mistakes and go back to Myspace again… Bandcamp is loving, kind, easygoing and smart. He’s everything that a woman can ever dream of. No wonder i fell for him this quick. He is a real charmer.
X
dünyanın fokur fokur merkezi,
burası.
kıyamet
ayak tırnaklarında başlar
hızlıca boşaltın! Mağarayı.
önce çocuklar ve hayvanlar.
yuvarlak bir ayna çevresinde toplanır
kalanlar.
gözbebeklerinin anlamını
söküp bir kenara koyar
yangına körük dedikleri
şiiri yazarlar.
dünyanın buz gibi kıyısı,
burası.
fırtına
diz kapaklarında başlar.
hızlıca uçuşun!
önce kadınlar ve uçaklar
Şuradan şuraya bir çizgi
arta kalan
akşamüstü iner perde
buz keser bütün alan.
ya verirsin kendini hepten
ya da öldürürsün onu gözün kapalı
yoktur arası.
dünyanın sırıksıklam ormanı,
burası.
Arnold Boecklin ~ Isle of the Dead
Be always drunken. Nothing else matters: that is the only question. If you would not feel the horrible burden of time weighing on your shoulders and crushing you to the earth, be drunken continually.
Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.
And if sometimes, on the stars of a place, or on the green side of a ditch, or in the dreaery solitude of your own room, you should awaken, and the drunkenness be half or wholly slipped away from you, ask of wind, or of the wave, or of the star, or of the bird, or of the clock, of whatever flies, or sighs, or rocks, or signs, or speaks ask what hour it is, and the wind, wave, star, bird, clock, will answer you: “it’s the hour to be drunken! Be drunken if you would not be martyred slaves of time, be drunken continually! With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will.”
Charles P. Baudelaire
for a moment, i almost believed him. his face was as smooth as an angel’s wing.
