Sunday, 23 September 2012

My self - portraits

Me, In the John Lennon's pub, England. 2012.

Photo taken a few years ago, In Gerogia.
✌️♡  😇✨😘 😇 Love & Peace ✨😇🙏♡✌️

Dark Poet (Antonin Artaud)

Antonin Artaud


                             Dark Poet 

Dark Poet, a maid's breast
Haunts you,
Embittered poet, life seethes
And life burns,
And the sky reabsorbs itself in rain,
Your pen scratches at the heart of life.

Forest, forest, alive with your eyes,
On multiple pinions;
With storm-bound hair,
The poets mount horses, dogs.

Eyes fume, tongues stir,
The heavens surge into our senses
Like blue mother's milk; 

Women, harsh vinegar hearts,
I hang suspended from your mouths.  
Antonin Artaud, 1927

Saturday, 22 September 2012

T. S Eliot


The Wasteland - Joy Division
The Burial of the Dead
by T. S. Eliot 


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