Behind Blue Eyes: 2012

Thursday 27 December 2012

i carry your heart with me by e.e. cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

Still my favourite poem...

i like my body when it is with your - e.e. cummings

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh … And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

let it go – the e.e. cummings

let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
go

let them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to go

let all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dear

so comes love

Monday 24 December 2012

'Beloved sweet bastard'

Recently I saw TV programme about creating your ideal wedding cake. A woman on the show was obsessed with Havisham and wanted her wedding cake to relate to Havisham's tale...

A tale about a woman that was stood up at the alter and has since spent her days in her wedding dress, bitter and alone.

Not quite what you would want for a wedding cake...

Anyway, I wanted to share Carol Ann Duffy's poem Havisham as I recently came across it again and it is just brilliant:

Beloved sweetheart bastard. Not a day since then
I haven't wished him dead. Prayed for it
so hard I've got dark green pebbles for eyes,
ropes on the back of my hands I could strangle with.

Spinster. I stink and remember. Whole days
in bed cawing Noooooo at the wall; the dress
yellowing, trembling if I open the wardrobe:
the slewed mirror, full-length, her, myself, who did this

to me? Puce curses that are sounds not words.
Some nights better, the lost body over me,
my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear
then down till I suddenly bite awake. Love's

hate behind a white veil; a red balloon bursting
in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding-cake.
Give me a male-corpse for a long slow honeymoon.
Don't think it's only the heart that b-b-b-breaks.

Sunday 23 December 2012

Sleeping Beauty was lying in bed checking Facebook from her phone, just feeling so completely alone in her depression. Then she came across a post from an acquaintance about how sad he was, it was a darkness that made him feel like nobody could ever understand how he felt. “Is there anyone else who feels this way?” he asked.
She felt a sense of relief wash over her, a little bit of joy, and thought, At least I’m not so sad I wrote about it on Facebook.

I can't seem to sleep properly anymore.

pic from: http://fairytalesfor20somethings.tumblr.com/

All of the other reindeer used to laugh and call Rudolph names, and the scars from the bullying stuck with him. He was insecure about his appearance even among friends and he avoided being in photos. Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say, “Just get in the picture. I’ll take a few and you can delete the ones you don’t like.”

credit: http://fairytalesfor20somethings.tumblr.com/

Lightning

Canopy in the woods

Through frozen forests

Saturday 22 December 2012

Sunday 16 December 2012

My all time favourite christmas song...

...although I still don't know what half the words are!!

You were handsome, you were pretty

Queen of New York city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more

Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing

We kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night.