29 March 2009
A haunting song resounds in your head continuously and its every line flows into the next in lingering waves that stretch on and on and on. Do violins really play the most stirring music because they most resemble the human voice? I used to say that the lyrics in a song are what mean most to me. But then I forget about that twinge of heartache felt upon hearing that special squeak an acoustic guitar makes between chords, in a thoughtful song played in the dead of the night. I forget that a simple plucking of strings can awaken convictions you never yet knew you had.
Are convoluted sentences always to be corrected and trimmed down to become pert, lithe ones who get to their point straight? If by their roundaboutness they deign to have you linger a little longer on them, as they slyly make imprints upon your memory while you ponder them, won't you give them that?
Andrew Bird's cover of The Handsome Family's The Giant of Illinois found in the Dark Was The Night compilation is an elegiac gem of a song that has been drifting in and out of my mind.
Are convoluted sentences always to be corrected and trimmed down to become pert, lithe ones who get to their point straight? If by their roundaboutness they deign to have you linger a little longer on them, as they slyly make imprints upon your memory while you ponder them, won't you give them that?
Andrew Bird's cover of The Handsome Family's The Giant of Illinois found in the Dark Was The Night compilation is an elegiac gem of a song that has been drifting in and out of my mind.
14 March 2009
"You come and see me among flowers and pictures, and think me mysterious, romantic, and all the rest of it. Being yourself very inexperienced and very emotional, you go home and invent a story about me, and now you can't separate me from the person you've imagined me to be. You call that, I suppose, being in love; as a matter of fact it's being in delusion. All romantic people are the same," she added. "My mother spends her life in making stories about the people she's fond of. But I won't have you do it about me, if I can help it."
"You can't help it," he said.
"I warn you it's the source of all evil."
"And of all good," he added.
"You'll find out that I'm not what you think me."
"Perhaps. But I shall gain more than I lose."
"If such gain's worth having."
They were silent for a space.
"That may be what we have to face," he said. "There may be nothing else. Nothing but what we imagine."
"The reason for our loneliness," she mused, and they were silent for a time.
- Night and Day
Virginia Woolf
12 March 2009
I love her hair, her brows, her dress. I like how that knowing look could mean there's a secret to be shared, or a joke she may or may not let you in on.
09 March 2009
Vanessa's birthday...celebrated in the most riotous of ways
(Apologies to the friends who have been decapitated, Poladroid makes its own rules when it comes to cropping pictures.)