
29 May 2009
26 May 2009
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22 May 2009
19 May 2009
Inspiration
18 May 2009
17 May 2009
14 May 2009
13 May 2009
Black Glamour
12 May 2009
Close To Home
10 May 2009
I Sing The Body Electric

excerpt:
The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards,
The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up, and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water,
The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats—the horseman in his saddle,
Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,
The group of laborers seated at noon-time with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting,
The female soothing a child—the farmer’s daughter in the garden or cow-yard,
The young fellow hoeing corn—the sleigh-driver guiding his six horses through the crowd,
The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sundown, after work,
The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance,
The upper-hold and the under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes;
The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,
The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert,
The natural, perfect, varied attitudes—the bent head, the curv’d neck, and the counting;
Such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s breast with the little child,
Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, and count.
07 May 2009
05 May 2009
04 May 2009
Like A Fairytale
Questions from a Quiz "What Disney Princess Are You?"
What men do you go for?
Men. I don't want any "Is he a boy? Is he a man? Is he gay?" controversy. Guessing is a waste of time. That said, he needs to be fun, wild and have a least some style.
What's your favourite colour?
That's an easy one. Gold.
Favourite animal?
That's hard. I don't really like animals. Eh...tigers, lions, the big cats that eat you.
Secret Weapon
ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID? Sorry to be rude, but, uh, see "secret"? That means that I don't tell you! Amazing, right?
Where would you like to live?
Somewhere hot. I hate snow. One of the choices was "in a woodland cottage". What is this, Princess Redneck?
How would you die?
A winner and a sinner.
What do you like to do most?
I don't know, but certainly not quizzes like this!
According to the quiz...I'm Jasmine, which is friggin' sweet. I've always wanted a tiger that bit the asses of snotty men.
What men do you go for?
Men. I don't want any "Is he a boy? Is he a man? Is he gay?" controversy. Guessing is a waste of time. That said, he needs to be fun, wild and have a least some style.
What's your favourite colour?
That's an easy one. Gold.
Favourite animal?
That's hard. I don't really like animals. Eh...tigers, lions, the big cats that eat you.
Secret Weapon
ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID? Sorry to be rude, but, uh, see "secret"? That means that I don't tell you! Amazing, right?
Where would you like to live?
Somewhere hot. I hate snow. One of the choices was "in a woodland cottage". What is this, Princess Redneck?
How would you die?
A winner and a sinner.
What do you like to do most?
I don't know, but certainly not quizzes like this!
According to the quiz...I'm Jasmine, which is friggin' sweet. I've always wanted a tiger that bit the asses of snotty men.
02 May 2009
I Love...The 70's
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