Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Monday, October 15, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
love is blindness
Story: Last week my sister sent me a link to the Great Gatsby movie trailer, which don't get my wrong looks amazing, however all I could think about was that amazing song in the background. Of course after flurried research leave it up to U2 to make such an intense song with not only thought provoking lyrics but a great thumping beat. THEN I realize it is a Jack White cover. So we go from great trailer to great song to great cover. What a wonderful day.
ps. today I found the music video..sigh
Monday, March 5, 2012
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
as my love, as my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
towards those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
as my love, as my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Joni Said It Best..
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
-Joni Mitchell (All I Want)
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Mark Warren Jacques
Falling into love
(acrylic and ink on canvas board)
We are a spiral spinning,
and I will follow you in as far as you are falling.
(acrylic and ink on paper)
And when you appear,
all the suns sound in my body
bells shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.
(acrylic, ink and enamel on paper)
Art is already stimulating, but with titles like these it is a whole other experience. I found this on Free People's blog and couldn't wait to check out the rest of Mark Warren Jacque work.
"Saying Fuck It and Letting Go All Together"
(acrylic, ink and enamel on panel)
It's beautiful & strange, we were drawn together, as to leave a sense of connection that we never
want to lose touch with.
(ink acrylic and graphite on panel)
Check out more of his work here.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Pablo Neruda Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
..no matter how many times I read this poem, no matter where I am,
it still makes my heart sink deep in my chest
Monday, April 4, 2011
the wild and the tame
"What should I do about the wild and the tame?
The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart
that wants to come home. I want to be held.
I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop
me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am.
I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me.
I want to be with you."
- Jeanette Winterson
I found this quote weeks ago, but couldn't really relate to it. I knew it was something I would never want to forget and so I printed it out and stuck it to my bulletin board. Now, being in a state of confusion about love, I was desperate to find a way to put my feelings into words; and then I looked up. There in the corner of my bulletin board was my comfort. Nothing better describes my emotions at this moment in time then this paragraph of words.
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