taken by a sweet mother

brothers 

oh god

why did you leave us

we need you so badly

mcqueen, x, x, x

this will be my only elizabeth taylor tribute. rest in peace angel

A gay bar, even a fancy one with chandeliers and a roaring fireplace like the Abbey, seems an unlikely haunt for a megastar. But the actress, who died on Wednesday at 79, was a once-a-week regular in recent years — sipping tequila shots, downing watermelon and apple martinis or simply waving merrily from her wheelchair.


Ha! yes. 
NY Times article about Elizabeth Taylor at the Abbey in West Hollywood here: x

happy international women's day

thinking of all of the beautiful women in my life today 

I'm blessed with so many 

and you are all meaningful people in my life

keeping me grounded 

lifting me up

thankyou for everything

my grandmother, Natalie Arbuckle (nee Natulka Yarme), a few days before she passed. 

(June 2005)

Bobka you will always be in my heart and mind as the hell-raising opinionated hilarious and sweet woman you always have been. 

Her autobiography is named I Put A Spell On You

Nina Simone was sick with breast cancer when she died in her sleep in Bouche-de-Rhones nearly ten years ago. Elton John sent flowers to her funeral with the inscription, "You were the greatest and I love you." Nina's ashes were spread in various African countries.
x
brilliant.

who wants to get stoned and watch the last waltz with me?

I've been really interested in pop culture myths lately...stumbled across this one in Greil Marcus' Dylan book and I was instantly smitten....

As the Hawks, the Band hunted up the great blues harmonica player Sonny Boy Williamson II. In West Helena, Arkansas, Levon Helm's home ground, they spent the night jamming- Sonny Boy with a bucket between his knees to catch the blood from his raw lips...

(from the article "Save the Last Waltz for Me")

thought fills cities, allen ginsberg forever!

Since I'm doing my thesis thingey on Mr. Ginsberg, his poems are all over my brain. So, um, web crawlers, blawg stalkers, just get into it, k?

This one is called A Prophecy
by Mr. Allen Ginsberg

A Prophecy

O Future bards
chant from skull to heart to ass
as long as language lasts
Vocalize all chords
zap all consciousness
I sing out of mind jail
in New York State
without electricity
rain on the mountain
thought fills cities
I'll leave my body
in a thin motel
my self escapes
through unborn ears
Not my language
but a voice
chanting in patterns
survives on earth
not history's bones
but vocal tones
Dear breaths and eyes
shine in the skies
where rockets rise
to take me home

mi boi jonsi

I don't know how I feel about the ribbonned shirt-capes, but the projected visuals behind them are just so very beautiful


Jónsi: Live at The Wiltern from Jónsi on Vimeo.


also new song here: ">x


CUTE

It's February 1st and minus 30 in Alberta right now

today I went for my first bike ride of 2011! Woooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee it was great. I skipped school all day, and wore shorts, and my hottie boyfriend and I went to the sea and watched the city and drank delicious jj bean hot chocolate that tastes like soft serve ice cream.

life rules!

mon petit couer, c'est ca

(soundtrack: x)

winter afternoon dreaming

A very close friend of mine once paid me the sweetest compliment I've ever received
You remind me of a Klimt painting 

the aesthete/nerd/ego in me exploded in happiness as I saw myself through her eyes: 

dreaming, naked, golden and alone

but now I dare to think she saw something different

(its better here)

easy peasy happy kitten rainbow sunshine puppies and cupcakes

I woke up this morning with a fierce happiness ringing out of me loud

and everything is easy now, even the hard things

x

NEW YEARS EVE

it's almost the new year, and I have so so so much to be thankful for.

friends, thanks for being in my life now and tomorrow, this year and next.

I hope 2011 brings you all your wildest hearts desires, joy, happiness, love, gratitude, sunshine, good sex, good food, and an open heart.

xoxoxo
-A

Its 2am and I should be editing papers but I be bloggin

I got the need 

                   must must must must must return to new york soon

thinking of a very special young woman tonight

You step delicately 

into the wild world 

and your real prize will be 

the frantic search. 

Want everything. If you break 

break going out not in. 

How you live your life I don't care 

but I'll sell my arms for you, 

hold your secrets forever

and Ondaatje's helping me express how I feel towards her. Thanks O., thanks little sister, for being in my life. xoxo 

this makes me interminably happy

x marks the spot

(I got jonsi fever / lil jonsi forever)

yes I said yes I will yes

this morning my eyes were so full of sleep they almost ALMOST couldn't look at the sweet thing beside me we sleep late always and we sleep like a hundred foxes tangled up in each other all snouts and tails and fur until our skin melts and we become a blessed one together. everywhere we can. everything we can. I want him for thousands of reasons but also because I've known worse, he wants me for thousands of reasons but also because he hasn't known anything but goodness and this sounds scary and wrong but it makes me the luckiest woman in the world, and I keep my poisoned history to myself, and I don't let the devils in, and so my man and I float in and out of each other play like children adventure everywhere and say yes over and over and over again.

You died 41 years ago today...

But we are still listening Jack

1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
3. Try never get drunk outside yr own house
4. Be in love with yr life
5. Something that you feel will find its own form
6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
17. Write in recollection and amazement for yourself
18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
19. Accept loss forever
20. Believe in the holy contour of life
21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
22. Dont think of words when you stop but to see picture better
23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
29. You're a Genius all the time
30. Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven

I shall be good health to you nevertheless, and filter and fibre your blood.

three hours until twenty-two-dom and I'm getting all ginned up and reflection-prone. 21 was a damn good year, ran around the country with bottles in both hands, a spinning head, and some man on my mind. chased tail, got my tail chased, stuffed my face full of everything I could get my grimy twenty-one year old hands on.

and now 22 is here and she's looking like a sweet little thing already. every year more and bigger changes come and I'm digging it, getting closer and closer to the ones I love. looking forward to future times with my sweet man, my sweet friends, my sweet family, my sweet life.

thankyou to all lovers and friends who have brought me thus far- You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, but I shall be good health to you nevertheless, and filter and fibre your blood.

bises

tu es mon soleil

et tu me fais tres tres tres content.


(uh oh, falling falling falling falling falling in love again)