Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
we are two mariners, our ships' sole survivors, in this belly of a whale. its ribs our ceiling beams, its guts our carpeting; i guess we have some time to kill.
you may not remember me - i was a child of three and you, a lad of eighteen - but I remember you, and I will relate to you how our histories interweave.
at the time you were a rake and a roustabout, spending all your money on the whores and hounds. oh ohhhhh you had a charming air, all cheap and debonair, my widowed mother found so sweet. and so she took you in, her sheets still warm with him - now filled with filth and foul disease.
as time wore on you proved a debt-ridden drunken mess, leaving my mother a poor
consumptive wretch. oh ohhhhh and then you disappeared, your gambling arrears the only thing you left behind. and then the magistrate reclaimed our small estate and my poor mother lost her mind.
then one day, in spring my dear sweet mother died but before she did I took her hand as she, dying, cried: "Oh Ohhhhh. find him, bind him. tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave. *sigh*"
it took me fifteen years to swallow all my tears among the urchins in the street. until a friary took pity and hired me to keep their vestry nice and neat. but never once in the employ of these holy men did I ever, once, turn my mind from the thought of revenge. Oh Ohhhhh
one night I overheard the friar exchanging words with a penitent whaler from the sea.
the captain of his ship, who matched you toe to tip, was known for a wanton cruelty.
the following day I shipped to sea with a privateer and in the whistle of the wind I could almost hear... "Oh Ohhhhh. find him, bind him. tie him to a pole and break his fingers to splinters. drag him to a hole until he wakes up, naked, clawing at the ceiling of his grave. there is one thing I must say to you as you sail across the sea. always, your mother will watch over you as you avenge this wicked deed"
and then that fateful night, we had you in our sight after twenty months at sea. your starboard flank abeam, i was getting my muskets clean when came this rumbling from beneath.
the ocean shook, the sky went black and the captain quailed. and before us grew the angry jaws of a giant whale. oh ohhhhhhhhhh
don't know how I survived, the crew all was chewed alive - I must have slipped between his teeth. but, oh! what providence! what divine intelligence! that you should survive as well as me. it gives my heart great joy to see your eyes fill with fear; so lean in close and I will whisper the last words you'll hear.
Saturday, April 24, 2010
today i saw my image in the window;
the light split through my face
and landed on my cheek.
it was almost forgettable (but not quite).
i love my life
Posted by Michelle at 4:58 PM
Saturday, April 17, 2010
"Un peu de botanique, un peu de vaudou, un peu d'anatomie et un zeste de superstition…l'atelier de Lyndie Dourthe est un cabinet de curiosités minuscules."
("a little botany, a little voodoo, a little anatomy and a touch of superstition ... Lyndie Dourthe workshop is a tiny oddities.")
Friday, April 16, 2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
the hazards of love, the decemberists newest work, is a beautiful piece.
it truly is a concept album, with every song a perfect chapter of the story
while still remaining a great work of music.
i would suggest reading this great interpretation of the album, knowing the story makes listening to the album a whole new experience
you can listen online here and the lyrics are here :)
"pump it up,until you can feel it
pump it up, when you don't really need it"
pump it up - elvis costello and the attractions
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
written/directed: Ithyle and Angela Kohler
starring: Ryan Curry & Annie Little
wardrobe: Sharon Williams
makeup: Gia Harris
hair: Nikki Providence
original song: “Stole Your Heart” was written and performed by Marcus Ashley and Annie Little.