Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Wild horses and silver springs


by Crystal Wallingford

I watched you suffer a dull aching pain
Now you've decided to show me the same
But no sweet, vain exits or offstage lines
Could make me feel bitter or treat you unkind

Wild horses couldn't drag me away

I know I dreamed you a sin and a lie
I've got my freedom, but I don't have much time
Faith has been broken, tears must be cried
Let's do some living after love dies

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses, we'll ride them some day

- The Rolling Stones

Monday, October 27, 2008

Heathen




In case you've stopped following Bowie into the later decades, do note that he keeps getting cooler and cooler. His 2002 album Heathen is exceptional. It feels like being picked up in the middle of sleep and driven on a highway to somewhere unknown. I'll post the songs I can find but it's really worth having. He even covers Pixies' Cactus.

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Wuthering Heights




I hear that there's going to be 400th adaptation of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights starring Natalie Portman. Thank the stars that it's not Kiera Knightley. I don't think I could tolerate her and her obnoxious mouth as Cathy.

"That is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul." - Catherine Earnshaw

“The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her” - Heathcliff

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Vicious, she hit me with a flower


By Czujeczacze

She's electric
She's in a family full of eccentrics
She's done things I never expected
And I need more time

Monday, October 13, 2008

90s Mix Tape!


By Mayi

I thought I'd be nostalgic and compose a mix tape of favourite 90s radio hits (don't you miss doing this for your friends?) And since it's Thanks Giving for us Canadians, I suppose I'm giving thanks for the 90s. I'll spare Wonderwall since it's painfully obvious.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Losing


photo by Complejo

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.
I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.
--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

- One Art by Elizabeth Bishop