February 2012
1 post
December 2011
5 posts
November 2011
1 post
Chamber Music: By Mat Jacobsen. →
ellenburney:
A long, long time ago, the Earth belonged to the creatures of the wood. By creatures of the wood I mean gnomes, elves, faeries, etc. They tended it and took care of it, played in it, danced and sang in it, cared for wounded animals, worked out disputes between species, sat on mushrooms discussing…
October 2011
1 post
A Dangerous Analysis
August 2011
2 posts
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death...
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
”To me, all creativity is magic. Ideas start out in the empty void of...
– Alan Moore
July 2011
4 posts
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom...
– Anaïs Nin
June 2011
4 posts
I beat when I play
And I play when I beat
I just want to be a round
Not a...
– —Par Pierrette
Liz Dougherty Pierce
1958, Paris
Bohemian Manifesto
”It’s about being uninhibited, unbuttoned, creative and free.”
The Sweetest Little Song
You go your way I’ll go your way too
L.Cohen
May 2011
4 posts
Strange Factories is FoolishPeople’s first feature film, which explores the power of stories and myths and how they are ultimately given life by those who engage with them. We would like you to become part of our story. You’re a crucial element of how this project is produced, created and experienced. Join our IndieGoGo campaign and become a part of the ‘Strange...
On an eyelash of mist, my heart, it simmers whilst the daybreak shimmers through...
Goddess Astarte
Astarte is one of the oldest goddesses in recorded history. She has a shrine at Byblos which dates back to the neolithic age. As her popularity spread through the ages she was known by many different names in different cultures. Some worshipped her as the goddess of fertility and motherhood, whilst others believed she was a strong female figure and a goddess of war. Astarte has been...
April 2011
3 posts
Underneath an Abject Willow
Underneath an abject willow, Lover, sulk no more: Act from thought should quickly follow. What is thinking for? Your unique and moping station Proves you cold; Stand up and fold Your map of desolation. Bells that toll across the meadows From the sombre spire Toll for these unloving shadows Love does not require. All that lives may love; why longer Bow to loss With arms cross? Strike and you...
March 2011
2 posts
The Enchanted Huntress - lyric sampler:
The Enchanted Huntress has a fire within,
Burns away so brightly just to lure you in,
Waiting by the roadside for you to come on by,
Knows you’re tired and looking for a place to lie.
What goes on inside her, no-one knows,
It’s a secret never to be told.
She’s mesmerising…
You’ll hear her crying -
“Since we drowned in our ocean of oblivion,
We’ve been...
February 2011
2 posts
The Doors of Perception - Aldous Huxley
We live together, we act on, and react to one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves… By it’s very nature, every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude… The mind is it’s own place. To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutory gift.
January 2011
6 posts
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. How does it feel?
– Bobby Dylan
I was never able to feign interest. I’ve feigned my way through a great...
I can’t complain. I fell asleep too… I had too much in my head, and...
– ‘No and Me’ - Delphine De Vigan
December 2010
6 posts
Limp papers whipped and beat upwards, rose into the air and fell head over...
– Woody Guthrie
Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions/ To all...
I cannot grow, I have no shadow To run away from, I only play. I cannot err, There is no creature Whom I belong to, Whom I could wrong. I am defeat When it knows it Can now do nothing By suffering. All you lived through, Dancing because you No longer need it For any deed. I shall never be Different. Love me.
W.H.AUDEN
Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.
– Tallulah Bankhead
November 2010
12 posts
You were wild once, don’t let them tame you.
– Isadora Duncan
It was never going to be easy,
You wouldn’t be grateful that way.
By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the...
– Zelda Fitzgerald