god i love week ends

Pour fêter ça, un tajine dans le four et une petite compile!


Song for Billie Holiday

What can purge my heart
Of the song
And the sadness?
What can purge my heart
But the song
Of the sadness?
What can purge my heart
Of the sadness
Of the song?

Do not speak of sorrow
With dust in her hair,
Or bits of dust in eyes
A chance wind blows there.
The sorrow that I speak of
Is dusted with despair.

Voice of muted trumpet,
Cold brass in warm air.
Bitter television blurred
By sound that shimmers –
Where
?

Langston Hughes in Selected Poems

real free

I am unknown
And I am free
I don't wish to change a thing
And I am free
I don't want to continue living in the past
Or to repeat any part of it
And I am creative
And free
The essence of creativity
Is freedom
The essence of freedom
Is letting go into the unknown
The essence of the unknown
Is insecurity
Most people
Spend all their time trying to feel secure
And in doing so
Go in the opposite direction of creativity
This is true of most artists as well
To truly be creative
You have to let go of everything
And surrender yerself
To the great unknown
Here is why
Many artists who achieve fame and fortune lose their powers of creation
Because at that point they wish to repeat the known
Over and over
And it is also expected of them
But creation is all about the unknown
The bottom of the ocean
The outer reaches of space
The place where yer divided in yer heart
And the place where yer mind ceases to exist
In this life you have to choose
Between security and freedom
And its a choice every bit as significant
As life or death

I want the unknown
I do not wish to repeat any moment I've lived before
To discover creation
To find the place where the mind is not
To not know the nature of anything including yourself
But to flow as water down a stream
For this and only this
Life is worth living

from Joseph Arthur's diary.

space invaders rule!


Leurs petits yeux tous ronds
M'observent, all day long.
Peluches qui colonisent
Mon espace mental.