Sleep madness
High ho!
High ho!
Eating fire all Night?
there's no cure for that
silly girl –
eating fire's a profession,
see it through!
Don't mince meat your words,
put poetry in your soup
vocabulary in your handbag's
dangerous,
silly girl –
put down your Rimbaud,
your Shakespeare, too!
Don’t you want to straighten your
hair girl, to learn to mime,
stopping the chase and
slowing, slowing?
Silly girl –
and madness is fine,
this that, that this.
Sifting thoughts wildly
through your
no-sleep night sieve,
I see you’re still awake
silly girl –
why not bed,
why not peace!
High ho!
High ho!
Eat fire all Night
there's no cure for that
silly girl –
eating fire's a profession,
see it through! see it through!
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sleep and silliness. I'm sick of university, as usual. so I'm up at 2am watching documentaries on art that I illegally downloaded and writing some random shit (see above). I have like, ALOT, of blog posts that I have started and haven't finished. I've got a new intrest in van Gogh, who never really got through to me before, too much boldness, too brash, strokes too big and bold, I thought. but there are some things in there I have just been made to notice. i'm tired. i wish winter were warmer. i want to go back to europe.
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AntwortenLöschenI'm not one to assume, but it sounds a lot like this one girl I know.
AntwortenLöschenSpeaking of which, I enjoy this poem, Taylor.
You won't think it weird if I write it out and put it on my wall?
I like this:
Silly girl –
and madness is fine,
this that, that this.
oh hey look, now there are two Sonya comments. I'm glad I checked, it doesn't email me about them or anything. I wanted to say that I thought it was about quite a few people, including myself.
AntwortenLöschenIs it finished yet? you can do what you want with it, poetry is free.
And yes see, Sonya, what does that bit even mean? Please tell me?
oh wait, does it mean... like one thing is another, and that other the first thing? as in everything (in madness) is turned upside-down round about and things assume different values? maybe. like dylan's 'stuck inside of mobile', which, I am sending to you, it is on a burnt disk, but I am yet to finish writing a letter about it. I am slow and lazy. anyway yeah.
AntwortenLöscheni want to say also it's a muddled poem. it doesn't have any unity of sense. just a sort of a semi-unity of feeling. but not really just-ish.
AntwortenLöschenI like its muddledness.
AntwortenLöschenYes, and everything is round about and this that and that this and mad but that is good for latenight girls and latenight boys it breeds creativity