January 2012
1 post
strange moon, strange;
undreaming as a ghost town.
secondary {&far more frequently updated} haunt; here.
July 2011
2 posts
femmedelalune-deactivated201201 asked: this: "i am lying on my bed with the window open, barefooted & barely dressed, listening to a piano coming from. somewhere? the cats here chatter at birds, insects, mouth sad, human songs to me while i comb out my wet hair. i lift the window screen, lean out, let moths in like small owls. i keep thinking about the leaving i am always doing, like a migration; a humming in the chest of what...
April 2011
8 posts
1 tag
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If there were any song that could capture your oddly magnetic pull, I believe this song is it. It, like you, is every bit the charming southern siren song and even though you’re practically Canadian, I’m willing to bet good money that when people think of the genteel south, they’re really envisioning you.
Tune In, on the other hand, is what I believe it would sound like if...
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standing in the back hallway in full on belly dance attire, talking to a friendly restaurant acquaintance in a whispery post·performance voice. at some point i notice a little girl peeking around the corner at us, and i love this, i love when little girls do this, so i offer her a mischievous little smile & this finds some brave space in her to come forward fully into the hallway, to stand...
“i love your silences, they are like mine. you are the only being before whom i...”
– anaïs nin (via bohemianwaif)
March 2011
23 posts
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( a prayer held in the mouth; the gathering of long skirts, smooth stones; the tangle of spanish moss, &how, he loves that i wear fringed shawls about my hips. )
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via forbiddenalleys)
“My hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while...”
– Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (La Rayuela)
kitttycait asked: i adore your blog!!! it might actually be my favourite.
you're a beautiful writer and a beauty! you remind me very much of nicole kidman in practical magic.
have a lovely day! ~
you're a beautiful writer and a beauty! you remind me very much of nicole kidman in practical magic.
have a lovely day! ~
2 tags
moon & temple; →
strangerains:
tell me things, for a little while.
and·or·also here(!). curios & curiosity. xx.
“Witches are moon-birds, witches are the women of the false, beautiful moon.”
– Amy Lowell (via forbiddenalleys)
Cecilia Woloch, "Bluegrass Rhapsody" →
This is the green we grew up in: humid blue of the blur of our adolescence; weedy dark. These are the roads we drove into the country with whomever had sweet, cheap wine. This is the sky of watery silk under which we wrecked our hearts, cried out; the song of gnat and firefly and wasp and dove and frog. Here is the place I chose exile from, sharp-hearted, sure of some other world. And still, how...
February 2011
29 posts
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this is how i tend my garden, with humid prayers, light, air; like a ritual, something sacred, these long milk baths & thick heady incense. tresses pinned into two lazy buns.
we know the feminine as holy here.
when i rise i am flush, unfolding, a woman with hips anointed; musk oil & rose scented water. no sound on small bare feet as i move through these empty haunted rooms, turning...
“He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She...”
– Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts (via nowtumblr)
WatchRapsodia Satanica, a masterpiece of Italian silent cinema, features film diva Lyda Borelli. She stars as the narcissistic Alba d’Oltrevita, a woman who makes a Faustian pact with the devil in exchange for the promise of eternal youth and the worldly pleasures it unlocks. The most persistent themes punctuating the film are Alba’s narcissism and her sensual manipulation of a thin, diaphanous veil in...
“The room is full of the incandescence you poured into me. The room will explode...”
– Anaïs Nin, Henry and June (via leda-swanson, hellomeow, frenchtwist)
Damien Rice · 9 Crimes.
It’s the wrong kind of...
