Wednesday, March 31

windows



storytelling
This apartment sits nestled among car horns
and traffic lights. I sit where everyone will hear me.
Hot air seeps in through cracked windows, through
my words, through the static of the radio on the dresser.
Photographs pass through our eager hands around
the coffee table, the stories in them screaming louder
than we ever could. Our only television a crusted window, 
we see sunlight kissing the edges of the city skyline. 
A subtle stare hints the time. We walk outside
to meet a busy street corner and taxi cabs that
wrap around us in yellow ribbons. The night is young
and we surrender as its first victims, falling prey
to train melodies and sunkissed skylines. Fireflies
share secrets with the stars, the constellations are
in awe of us.





for the record, this is NOT my mood at the moment, i just felt like posting it. right now i feel much more like a crusted window than a firefly.


Wednesday, March 24

back when

the lips, the hair, the clothes, the curves,


that was beauty.


ginger rogers


rita hayworth


rita hayworth

marilyn


marilyn

(all images via google)

Tuesday, March 23

pee wee like you've never seen




alex queral makes portraits using phone books - by carving into them. insane. insanely awesome.

Monday, March 22

the artist

there's something about this that i love so much, i can't even put it into words.


[image titled "The Artist, Paris" via The Sartorialist]








good thing i don't have to.

Saturday, March 13

boats, birds, thunderstorms

does anyone else follow HeyKelsey on youtube? she does amazing covers (and has some pretty good originals too - this one is great). "boats and birds", originally by gregory and the hawk, is the first cover of hers that i heard/watched, sometime last year, and i've been a fan ever since. so here is HeyKelsey's "boats and birds" cover, my favorite. (and below is the original by gregory and the hawk, another fave)









in other news,
its only been raining for two days but it feels like it's been a week. the good news tho: i finally just heard thunder. i was thinking earlier how i haven't heard or seen a thunderstorm in what feels like a year (it's probably only been since last summer though). hopefully it keeps going. i love thunderstorms, and even though i can't see it (since my apartment is ill-equipped for allowing us to see any form of the world other than neighboring dirty stucco walls and the little area out back where all the garbage goes), at least i can hear it.

Friday, March 12

dunes

i lay in dune beds
sleepy by the side of the atlantic
gusts of beach wind, morning call
wake up sunshine wake up sun child
goodnight moon





spring break, i thought you'd never get here. great to see you.


image unknown

Thursday, March 11

please please please let me let me let me let me get what i want this time





remember this post a few weeks ago when i whined about all the things i wanted? well i turned it into a catalogue poem for a poetry class assignment. hehe. see? proof that whining works. 


enjoy.


carpenter hands

i want coffee on an old wooden table in the morning sunlight, 
wrapped in a blanket as i wait for the sun to warm the world
i want leafy weeping trees green and yellow and good for
climbing
i want air and steps and large windows that face the east and 
windows that face the west because you can't make me choose 
between the two
i want chipped and weathered paint and a hammock under my 
weeping trees
i want a lake or an ocean and a wooden boat whose name i have a 
say in and at dusk i want to sink into an adirondack chair on
my porch that wraps all the way around
but before that,
i want to meet you in a foreign land and have trouble pronouncing your
     name
i want to sing come on baby light my fire with you in a dark damp
bar beneath the world
i want to be your galway girl and i want you to sing me songs
because it reminds me of how we met
i want to go away and come back just to have you meet me at the gate
i want fresh picked wild flowers when you're happy and titanic hugs
     when you're sad, and
i want kisses just because
i want your stories and your tears and your carpenter hands and
the way you make me laugh
i want your breath to mix with my shower steam and fill my lungs
i want a love story that makes our favorite movie look like a
Sunday comic, and 
i want only us to know because any one else just wouldn't get it, 
how our fingertips touch and we burst into flames
but most of all,
i want coffee in the morning on an old wooden table, 
and your limbs, hot with love
wrapped around my frame

Sunday, March 7

jost van dyke


We like to watch the day, watch it fall
beneath the sea, some call it dusk
We like the black olive night, and the island
we can’t see, but know is there
like a magician, with his salt water cape
and sand dune bow-tie
We like to stare wide-eyed
at the middle, into the guts of the hat
before the white rabbit peeks out
We like the shock, every time
when he finally does
And we like the single line of small lamp lights
how they appear every night, like a Cheshire Cat smile
across the island
the only light we'll see until sunup
We like to call it the String of Pearls


Saturday, March 6

i carry your heart

by e.e. cummings



i carry your heart with me 
i carry it in my heart
i am never without it 
anywhere i go you go, my dear
and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling
i fear no fate 
for you are my fate, my sweet
i want no world 
for beautiful, you are my world, my true
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart
i carry it in my heart

Thursday, March 4

non plus one

love this video
directed by gia coppola and tracy antonopoulos for opening ceremony
starring kirsten dunst and jason schwartzman
it's adorable. i want the clothes. and is too much to ask
for jason schwartzmann to sing me to sleep
every night?



non plus one final from Tracy ANTONOPOULOS on Vimeo.

Wednesday, March 3

chelsea walls clip

months ago i posted this poem from the movie "Chelsea Walls" which is about the Chelsea Hotel here in NYC. i found a clip...i want to see it right now. because i want everything right away

i hope you enjoy the crap out of this because i did.







"And I want us to have met for a reason and I want that reason to be important.
And I want it to be bigger than us, I want it to take over us.
I want to forget. I want to remember us.
And when you say you love me I don't want to think you really mean New York City, and all the fun we have in it."

sun


snowwintercold, it's been fun
but i'm ready for

Tuesday, March 2

happy

i've made a happy list, a list of 10 11 things that make me terribly happy (inspired by the great taza)
i don't know why i didn't do this sooner. it made me terribly happy.

1. warm sun on my skin like a blanket
2. kitchens filled with sunlight and fresh fruit and jars of anything colorful
3. when my brother makes me laugh
4. when i make my mom laugh
5. the sounds that tell you spring is coming
6. cottages, cabins, lake houses, mountain houses, beach houses; home-y escapes
7. old photographs
8. a full eight hours of sleep
9. eating fruit and cheese
10. gentleman, and when they unexpectedly prove me wrong, that in fact, chivalry is not dead
11. coffee in the morning that i made just right, and having time to sip it slowly


(butttt the thing i'm probably MOST happy about right now? the steak i got at whole foods today to make myself for dinner tonight. and the A1 in the pantry. and the thought of coffee tomorrow morning. and the thought of spring break in two weeks. and.)


*EDIT 3/3 9:30 pm:
so i woke up late this morning from a very interrupted non-eight hours sleep and had to rush to make my coffee and sip it on the walk to school in the snow and rain and wind. but i made it just right, and my steak last night was delicious, and so was the A1 i smothered it in. and spring break is only a week and a half away. and i am happy :)