Led Through The Mist
By The Milk Light Of Moon
All That Was Lost Is Revealed
Our Long Bygone Burdens
Mere Echoes Of The Spring
But Where Have We Come
And Where Shall We End?
If Dreams Can't Come True
Then Why Not Pretend?
How The Gentle Wind
Beckons Through The Trees
As Autumn Colors Fall
Dancing In A Swirl
Of Golden Memories
The Loveliest Lies of All...
*laszlo cravensworth voice* Back in the twilight of the nineteenth century, in England, there was a spate of grisly murders, not far from myself and my lady wife’s old stomping grounds. Brutal stuff. The fellow used to asphyxiate young ladies, and then surgically remove their spines. Which was rather fascinating for myself, of course, given my recent jaunts into the realm of a more involved form of hunting in Whitechapel, but understandably quite terrifying for the local girls. Even the working girls at my favourite brothel were bloody bricking it, and they were some tough birds, real scrappy molls. So I wrote them a rallying cry of sorts, a bit of a brothel shanty, to bouy the old spirits. So that they could stand proudly, arm in arm and tit to tit, and holler to the high heavens: I’m no hollow-backed girl!
I have to say, my opinions on the cannibalistic plagiarism of my art notwithstanding: that Stefani woman fucking nailed the spirit of the piece. Even throwing in all that bloody fucking nonsense about bananas.
Do you have any favourite short love quotes/poems? I’m collecting them to put on the envelope of the Valentine’s Day card I got for my girlfriend
anon this so so sweet im....!!
"Without you I wouldn't have moved this way, to speak the language of flowers" (Vladimir Nabokov, letter to his wife Véra)
"and the miracle of her actuality, her breathing flesh, and her contact with me, / is as great a miracle as space may produce, / and so far as I am concerned, a greater." (James Oppenheim, "Love-Songs")
"You kiss the back of my legs and I want to cry. Only the sun has come this close, only the sun." (Shauna Barbosa, "GPS")
"The love I've known is the love of
two people staring / not at each other, but in the same direction." (Frank Bidart, "To the Dead")
"Perhaps to love is to learn / to walk through this world." (Octavio Paz, "Coda")
"I’ll touch you—a new world then.
Stars will move a different way.
We’ll both end. We’ll both begin." (William Stafford, "Our Story")
"To love you is to be in love with everything" (Dermot Bolger, "Ontario Terrace, Rathmines)
"my hands wanted to touch your hands / because we had hands" (Frank Bidart, "In the Western Night)
"You want to lie beside her in the darkness and whisper your truths to her: To my queen, forever is a mighty long time, but I knew you before I met you, so now we’re free. You didn’t have a home coming into this world, but you’re home now. You’re home now.” (Caleb Azumah Nelson, Open Water)
"When I don’t touch you it’s a mistake in any life, / in each place and forever." (Bob Hickok, "Other Lives and Dimensions and Finally a Love Poem)
"I love your name. / I say it again and again / in this summer rain." (Carol Ann Duffy, "Name")
"it was from the time I met you that I said yes to the world." (Paul Eluard, "Dominque Present Today")
"How do I love you?
Oh, this way and that way.
Oh, happily. Perhaps
I may elaborate by
like this and
no more words now" (Mary Oliver, "How Do I Love You?)
"It’s not myself I hand over to you—that would be too simple—what I hand over to you is yourself, yourself loved in every part." (John Berger, From A to X)
"I'll find you in the morning sun / And when the night is new / I'll be looking at the moon /But I'll be seeing you." (Billie Holiday, "I'll Be Seeing You)
"Take the space where / my heart goes / I give that to you too" (Henry Dumas, "Valentines")
"Most of all, I'd like to be a poem, to reach your heart and stay" (Nathalie Handal, "Love Letter")
"I kept fiddling with my phone through dinner
because I was fascinated
that every time I tried to type love,
I miss the o and hit i instead.
I live you is a mistake I make so often,
I wonder if it’s not
what I’ve been really meaning to say." (Jamaal May "Macrophobia: Fear of Waiting)
No because the founder of Instagram was one of the first people to be interviewed at the Met Gala and he said he was excited to see Lewis. Lewis was allowed to arrive later than most because he is that important. Lewis was allowed by Anna Wintour herself to buy a table for emerging black designers. Law Roach himself, one of the biggest stylists in the industry, went with Lewis to the gala and said he was humbled by it.
After everything that’s happened this season, this is the best reminder that Lewis Hamilton is bigger than F1. He doesn’t need them. They need him. As much as some people hate to admit that.