Music and Photography

I like music that is exquisitely painful; music that is nostalgia, love, loneliness, and the heart of the traveller. I like photography from instant cameras, the kind which document the sunshine days with their cracks and their flaws- perfect moments that are truly, awfully, unbearable because they will never again occur.

And, most of all, I want to wander in these places of the heart and the mind- to have chords and the strum of a guitar embedded in my soul, to have film and still images forever blue-tacked to a crumbling white wall. I want to have these moments of my life so that when I am old and wrinkly and wish to die, I can look at them and remember how absolutely I felt alive.

Music- Third Eye Blind- Motorcycle Drive By

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Mortality Irreconcilable

Now: a singular moment of torturous agony strung across
Galactic time in web of tiny sparkling phosphorus gems
Nostalgic present chasing love and climactic happiness
Through smoke confusing clarity as sharp as knife stroke
And the blood-wine droplets from severed inner eye
We will not regret this gasping ecstasy of youth and
All the mistakes left rotting under bleeding fingernails crying
After odd hands which run forever to the horizon and the shifting
Sands pushing ever forwards to grey decay and botox bills
Unreal delicate years filled with soft skin thick lips wild eyes
As we try to capture exquisitely painful lash-flickers of
Beauty in bell jars of infinity and excessive living
Each moment a bubble filled to burst in aching upward
Expanse until it is smashed, shattered-
We are no more.



Music- Third Eye Blind- I Want You

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Eroticism

Clinical imagination dreaming up a laboratory
Of infatuation an obsession with magnification
Bodily specimen of genetical humanity and
Androgyny on microscopic magic stratum
Sweat in beady billions from minute craters
Salty foreign lakes on moon-scape of skin
Corporeal contours to charter under lips and
Tiny finger tips, instruments to record and
Memorize the pattern of these thighs calculating
Down to a decimal point impeccable yesterday's
Disposophobic ecstasy.



Music- Foals- NEW ALBUM AMAZINGNESS! :)

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Euston Square: Part II

And it was the strangest thing, a virgin bloom dewy and
Dangerous with new life, found in favourite footsteps on Hampstead Heath
A depth of unanswered infinity in something known so well
Sudden contours of difference and possibility aching burning to
Soft touch tentative in majestic noble childlike terror.

This yearning silence gently broken with drops of maybe-love
Hope in honest eyes and words that for once can be said in
Great blinding freedom, truth in how we felt and how we kissed
So distant from early hours and early days in Bloomsbury university rooms
This time so close, I was full of delicate precious smallness in your arms.

Now a beating drum, shared heartbeat of a pebble dropped in perfect placid
Lake forming ripples that change this calm world unalterably
Dissolving mirrored surface to fathomless deep, an accident neither
Was prepared for in endless exciting city drinking, these night-streets
And smiles no practice for transcendant wishes for your soul.

Today, the sky expands brilliantly azure reminding of the
Promise of youth, of more than skin under our whirlpooled fingers
A fragile solid happiness growing rising on beating wings to reach the heat
Of summer sun, pure white enchantment that we have succumed to,
Finally, in this London of ancient mortar new bricks forever home.



Music- Massive Attack- Dissolved Girl

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Happiness

Sometimes what seems wrong because it's too scary is actually the easiest thing of all. Sometimes things fit, and honesty just works.

Music- Norah Jones- Come Away With Me

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