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Posted by sarahsmiles on June 30th, 2007 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
61-66
61
I see your twisted sighs.
Stale lips, forelorn cries, with nothing
that can ever hope to succour relief.
And I am filled with wonder
at your hope-rivetted heart
that can still call to me in such
beauteous melody from beneath
sagging skin and unwashed flesh.
Pretty words, vacant and infinite.
62
Bloody enigma
Slumbering dissmissal engarde,
on guard for the slight infraction
of unspoken protocols or codes of conduct
envoking a spark of outrage seen by the knowing
as slight flicker of heavily tattooed eyelids.
Nothing more stirs in the moment as silence
invades conversations within the proximity
radius, the forth coming flashzone
anticipating a napalming loquidity
to soon clusterfuck the moment.
And the helpless perp stands,
in the final moments of bliss
unaware of the carpet-bombing invectives
momentarily suspended invisibly
on the once slackjawed lips of this
society beast now raising herself
from her recline on a single elbow,
flicking her cigarette, and checking
her sites. Lock and load
63 Weaper
Don’t fear the weeper.
Don’t fear what you don’t understand.
It is just another way.
Take my hand.
Tears must fall before
tomorrow will ever come.
Lost love.
Lost metaphor.
And lost the will to live.
Stoic stone, you lay stretched
out on hard-packed earth.
And the tears begin to fall.
64 Vampire Tattoo
New words to describe an old day,
an old way… of living and dying
and return.uTo mark myself with your soul,
inscribing with love eternal all moments
and memories, real and imagined, encoded
for replay in a child’s sing-song voice
and the grandmother’s bain sidhe wail
telling the world how we loved and how it died.
And how I have taken you unto me,
tattooed on my soul.
65 Jeepster – T. Rex
“Vampire for your love” indeed. How can it be
otherwise? When I see your smile, I hear
your call, and I fall once again into your arms.
Your sofly veiled eyes. Your smell.
The way you stand just so.
And I am drawn forth on points
each tiny articulated step.
66 Fundamental Love
Without thought or question.
Without sense or reflection.
You love without reason.
A love that loves back, if you fail.
A love that loves back only if you fail.
A love that loves your crawling, simpering
recondite, prostate, apostate return
on bended knee and broken soul
to be born again in his image;
the child of man.
If you do not fail,
your love damns you to hell.
If you should not fail.
And if your love is strong.
And your heart is true.
And if you do not fail.
It is sweet fuck all for you.
Sarah Simpsons
Posted by sarahsmiles on June 29th, 2007 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
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The first cut is the deepest… an obsession
Posted by sarahsmiles on June 29th, 2007 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
Mind Hacks: The hardest cut: Penfield and the fight for his sister
In 1935, world renowned neurosurgeon Wilder Penfield published three remarkable case studies describing the psychological effects of frontal lobe surgery.
They remain a fascinating insight into the link between brain and behaviour, but one case was unlike anything Penfield had tackled before.
It described the fight to save the life of his only sister.
This struck me, because i know I could do something that drastic to help someone I cared about with out batting an eye. And it got me thinking about being told recently that I’m obsessed with death. It was laughably dismissed at the time, but it hurt. Mostly because it showed that this person who I thought knew me and cared about me, either didn’t know me at all, didn’t care, or just didn’t pay attention. Obsessive? Yes! With death? Duh. I’m obsessed with life. Completely. It’s coming and going. It’s joys and sorrows. Its beginnings and endings. Death is the ending of life. And it is the part of life that we have trouble most with these days. We were much better with it in the past, but we’ve lost touch with it. And I’m convinced that it is this losing touch with death, loosing touch as we strive for only the ‘good’ that we destroy any chance of being a complete person, or a stable society.
So. Death. Bring it on. I’ll embrace it with open arms. But not as an escape from life, only to make sure I don’t miss a single moment of being alive.
Hidden Sorrows: the Persecution of Romanian Gypsies during WWII
Posted by sarahsmiles on June 27th, 2007 filed in Uncategorized2 Comments »
I just saw the most amazing video documentary of Roma (Gypsie) persecution during the holocaust in Romania. It is called “Hidden Sorrows: the Persecution of Romanian Gypsies during WWII“Â and is by michelle kelso. Can’t find any more information about it. Got it on dvd from a welsh filmmaker friend. Blown away at how people can still be ignored and marginalized after how the Jews and gay community have been able to fight for recognition. I need this badly, because i get complacent in the joy of my singular life.
This documentary chronicles the rarely told narratives of Gypsy survivors of Nazi persecution in Romania as they remember their experiences during WWII in the context of their lives today. During WWII, Gypsies were slated alongside Jews and other populations for extermination. In each country occupied or allied with Nazi Germany, their fate was similar. Nearly 500,000 are supposed to have perished due to systematic extermination, forced marches, starvation, exposure, diseases, and abuses. Romania, The Gypsies’ experience critically altered their lives. Survivors share with viewers their shocking deportation from Romania to camps where they fought to survive by any means necessary. Hidden Sorrows reveals the continued struggle of Gypsies for equality in a society that views them as second-class citizens. It examines the present impoverishment of the survivors and their descendants as well as discrimination facing them daily.
Travel shots
Posted by sarahsmiles on June 14th, 2007 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
I swear other looking at me through other people’s eyes just looks wrong. That’s not me! It cannot be. I don’t look like that, I swear. [a little voice says “get over it!”] So, frankfurt airport and paris… I figured I’d get the ‘me’ overwith and then upload the cool bits.
Lounging
Posted by sarahsmiles on June 7th, 2007 filed in UncategorizedComment now »
with CT on the island in Second life