It is easy to be beautiful; it is difficult to appear so. I admire you, beloved, for the trap you’ve set. It’s like a final chapter no one reads because the plot is over.
Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too,
don’t I? I’m just like a pile of leaves.
Frank O’Hara (Meditations in an Emergency)
The language of the dimmer rooms seems to represent the light source well.
This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
This is the way the world ends.
Not with a bang but a whimper.
I’d have to be high to drag the sunset down
And paint this paling town
Rock me mama like the wind and the rain
Rock me mama like a southbound train.
Our hair is perfect
While we’re all getting shit wrecked
It’s automatic, honey.
I’ve been spendin’ way too long checkin’ my tongue in the mirror
and bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer .
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
Charles Bukowski
The whole material world seems to me like a newspaper headline. It explicitly demands your attention and it may even contain some truth… but what’s really going on here?
