29.5.13

Sister Darkness



Death will come when thou art dead,
Soon, too soon —
Sleep will come when thou art fled;
Of neither would I ask the boon
I ask of thee, belovèd Night —
Swift be thine approaching flight
Come soon, soon!

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

26.5.13

Fractured Connection

You can woo a girl with a poem,
but you can't hold on to her with a poem.
Not even with a poetry movement. 

— Roberto Bolaño, Los Detectives Salvajes

22.5.13

Freedom, Baby!




The closer the better.

19.5.13

#292

The brevity of summer's rain breaks my heart. 

17.5.13

The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

The morning sun touched lightly on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
In a white suburban bedroom
In a white suburban town

And she lay there 'neath the covers
Dreaming of a thousand lovers
'Til the world turned to orange
And the room went spinning round

At the age of 37
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair

Her husband he's off to work
And the kids are off to school
And there were oh so many ways
For her to spend her days

She could clean the house for hours
Or rearrange the flowers
Or run naked through the shady street
Screaming all the way

At the age of 37
She realized she'd never ride
Through Paris in a sports car
With the warm wind in her hair

So she let the phone keep ringing
As she sat there softly singing
Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorized
In her Daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on
The eyes of Lucy Jordan
On the rooftop where she climbed
When all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied to the man
Who reached and offered her his hand
And he led her down to the long white car 
That waited past the crowd

At the age of 37
She knew she'd found forever
As she rode along through Paris 
With the warm wind in her hair

— Shel Silverstein

14.5.13

Qutub Minar

I apologize. This picture does not do justice. Not one bit. To reduce a soaring 72.5m structure into a 6x4 frame is an abomination. Truth be told, I was enthralled when I saw this 700 years old majestic minaret for the first time. In a frenzied psychosomatic moment I almost wept. I won't apologize. The beauty was overwhelming. I hope someday, you all will have the chance to experience the experience I experienced. Until then; Live. Stay Strong. 


11.5.13

7.5.13

Rebel Without A Cause


"Dream as if you will live forever; Live as if you will die today."

— James Dean

4.5.13

Belles Racines


'And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Thought he sedge has withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.'

— John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci

2.5.13

The Sky Is The Limit



Oh, can't you see what love has done
Love left a window in the skies

— U2, Window In The Skies