Thursday, November 29, 2012

My dad is so tops, he just came into my room after he finished work and sat down and had a really lovely conversation with me and he is so sweet and loves me a lot and no one shows it like he does and I love him a lot and I hope I can be a dad like him some day.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

CAVECAVECAVE




CHECK ME OOOOUT


NICK CAVE SENT ME AROUND THE BLOCK AT 12:30 AT NIGHT WEARING TINY ALMOST NO PANT SHORTIES AND A PINK BARBIE BEANIE.

I LOVE HIM A LOT.

HE'S DRIVING ME MAD. MAD. MAD.

NEW BAD SEEDS ALBUM NEXT YEAR AWYEAH WHAT LIFE, COME AT ME 2013 I AM READY FOR YAH.

MOOHAHAH.

LISTEN TO THIS SONG AND IF YOU AIN't CRYING BY THE END OF IT, YOU'RE DEAD.


Friday, November 23, 2012

Nmnmnmnmnm

NMNMNMNM

I just got off the phone after a three hour conversation with my buddy and I fell asleep on him an hour ago but made him call back and it is not a quarter past three in the mornang and I have to be awake in six hours yay yay yay I''m so tired I might die now oh lord i really like him a lot and wish he wasn't so far away ugh come closer please please please work tomorrow for eight hours hooray

Thursday, November 22, 2012

When you're smoke

There's nothing you can do
To help make up my mind
To help me see the time
I won't walk down that line

The line that's straight to you
When you say walk, I run
Though I'm reduced to being dumb
It's so good of me to come

You infiltrate every bit of me
You're in every voice that spoke
It crushes my bones, broke
Up you go little smoke

Up and up, till I cannot see
I'll breathe you in the air
It's not nearly fair
To feel this naked and bare

As if I'm walking like a bird
Who has only stalks for feet
Always flying to retreat
I'm looked at with conceit

I hope that you will see straight through
The reason why I kiss
So I know if you exist
If you don't I'll still persist




Just a little something I wrote today coming home from work...


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Blue Mountains adventures with the A team

Alison, Alex and I ventured up to the Blue Mountains today, initially to go nature exploring, but we really just went through book shops and record stores and tried on some amazing 60's and 70's vintage clothing, some of which we purchased because we are really cool.

Here is my new shirt, and also two books of poetry that I acquired, Sir Walter Ralegh and Patti Smith. 



Last night I watched Alphaville the Jean-Luc Godard film, and good grief it is actually so, so, SO beautiful and incredible and really great dystopian concepts and as always beautiful composition and moving scenes. There's this one part where Anna Karina and the man who plays Jimmy Caution are just doing things together and over the top she is reading this incredible French surrealist poetry, and I actually died because it was so good and am going to get me a copy of it. It's Paul Eluard. This is one of the poems in it.

"Mourir de ne pas mourir" (“Dying Of Not Dying”) by Paul √Čluard
Because I love you, everything moves
We must advance to live
Aim straight ahead toward those you love
I went toward you, endlessly toward the light
If you smile, it enfolds me all the better

It is so perfect and now I am on a Godard/french new wave spree WAHOO.





Thursday, November 15, 2012

What is a rainbow lord? A hoop, for the lowly.

I'm sitting on my bed, contemplating the universe and the weekend and writing an essay on Liszt and Tchaikovsky for my friend (I couldn't even write my own essays this semester, but can write someone else's?) and listening to the West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band and am just so excited for tomorrow, when I get to see a few people who are really important to me, and actually just drown myself in beautiful music and bands and shows and it's going to be absolutely COSMIC.

I just finished reading Dharma Bums by the infinite Jack Kerouac and it was actually one of the most incredible things I have ever read. 

Probably my most favourite thing he says is:
"Though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious"

And also the thing about the rainbow being a hoop. I was properly enlightened and have been changed forever. 

I've just started to read Huxley's Brave New World and it's already mind blowing and I'm only about 15 pages in.  

Tomorrow I pick up the boy. We drive down (probably listening to Cat Power's new record, which I purchased yesterday, eep) to see my delicious cousin sing while his brother plays guitar with a cello bow. We drive back up to see the Laurels and my darlings who I've not seen in almost two months. We come home and sleep. The day after we go to Harvest festival where we will see Mike Patton's Mondo Cane, The Black Angels, Grizzly Bear, Liars, Beirut and of course, Sigur Ros. Weep. 

I also got an undercut last night, which is really super fun and feels good I just feel up the back of my neck all the time.



Smell of Incense-West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

and also




Eighteen is Over the Hill-West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band



UGH. So cussin' glorious.