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  • Briar Rose or The Sleeping Beauty

    Current mood:apathetic





    Briar Rose
    was an insomniac…
    She could not nap
    or lie in sleep
    without the court chemist
    mixing her some knock-out drops
    and never in the prince’s presence.
    If if is to come, she said,
    sleep must take me unawares
    while I am laughing or dancing
    so that I do not know that brutal place
    where I lie down with cattie.

    ----------------------------------------------------


    What voyage is this, little girl?
    This coming out of prison?
    God help -
    this life after death?


    Anne Sexton
     


    22:09

  • And like the cat I have nine times to die.

    Current mood:apathetic

    Lady Lazarus






     

     
    I have done it again.
    One year in every ten
    I manage it---







    I have done it again.
    One year in every ten
    I manage it——

    A sort of walking miracle, my skin
    Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
    My right foot

    A paperweight,
    My face a featureless, fine
    Jew linen.

    Peel off the napkin
    O my enemy.
    Do I terrify?——

    The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
    The sour breath
    Will vanish in a day.

    Soon, soon the flesh
    The grave cave ate will be
    At home on me

    And I a smiling woman.
    I am only thirty.
    And like the cat I have nine times to die.











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      • Steve 'o'baby Curly

        Wittgenstein

        I check it !
        of course this is another great ludwig !
        try to found this other ...Von ...beethoven  ...the king of baviére ...
        bye 

        3 years ago
      • Steve 'o'baby Curly

        terriblely sliding in a funny way -

        we like it !
        me myself and skinny steve !

        3 years ago

  • She's Our Model And She's Looking Good




    She's Our Model And she's Not Feeling Good
    She's Our Model And she's Not Feeling Good
    She's Our Model And she's Not Feeling Good



    Kraftwerk -The Model



    00:34
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  • The woman is perfected.

    Current mood:apathetic




    Edge


    The woman is perfected.
    Her dead
    Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
    The illusion of a Greek necessity
    Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
    Her bare
    Feet seem to be saying:
    We have come so far, it is over.
    Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
    One at each little
    Pitcher of milk, now empty.
    She has folded
    Them back into her body as petals
    Of a rose close when the garden
    Stiffens and odors bleed
    From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
    The moon has nothing to be sad about,
    Staring from her hood of bone.
    She is used to this sort of thing.
    Her blacks crackle and drag.


    Sylvia Plath


    00:09
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      • Steve 'o'baby Curly

        remenber van der graft generator !

        what a name 
        like this one 

        3 years ago

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