blue lips

Home

You are viewing

londonshowers's journal
Log in Create a LiveJournal Account Learn more

Explore LJ: Life Entertainment Music Culture News & Politics Technology

Advertisement

27 October 2009 @ 12:40 am

Back of new HP pc manual

Was eating Pomegranate Greek yoghurt whilst watching an episode of Merlin when I quickly sketched this. Then my sister scribbled all over it in red.

I leave you, world, with a contemporary haiku by Jennifer Brutschy which appropriately describes my oldest sister as of late:

Born Again
she speaks excitedly
of death.

Here is a favorite of mine by Taguchi Buson

The piercing chill I feel;
my dead wife's comb, in our bedroom
under my heel...

Current Mood:

full

Current Music: Imogen Heap - Hallelujah

Leave a comment

10 September 2009 @ 08:41 pm

This was taken at about 3AM. Do flies sleep? I think this one was because it was very still and I think the flashes from the camera woke it up. It would move a bit to the left, I'd take a picture, then it'd move to the right, and so on.

Leave a comment

10 September 2009 @ 07:54 pm

if you drink from a bottle marked 'poison,' it's almost certain to disagree with you sooner or later

my grandfather died on the 3rd; 1916-2008
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe
You could live to a 103
A hundred and three is forever when you’re just a little kid
So, Cyrus Jones lived forever

I've decided to give up on art as a career choice. I don't really know what made me do it; maybe it was my mom's constant bickering and speeches about how it was not a respectable path or maybe it was when the ink portrait I was working on all summer somehow got mysterious stains splattered on it. <a href=http://i228.photobucket.com/albums/ee64/greenribb0n4/ruined.jpg">This</a> is the said portrait.
Ultimately, I think I;m doing it because my experience at a state school and not an art school is not what I expected my life after HS would be. I'm too poor for art school :[ Maybe I just "grew up"

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger

Leave a comment

17 August 2009 @ 07:14 pm

Leave a comment

17 August 2009 @ 06:38 pm

Leave a comment

17 August 2009 @ 12:26 pm

They got too hard when I put them in the frigidaire but then got too soft when I took them out.
But they were delicious!
Made them in less than 10 minutes

Current Mood: hungry as a mofo

Current Music: Re.Spektor

2 comments | Leave a comment

16 August 2009 @ 02:55 pm

aime-moi moins, mais aime-moi longtemps

Stuff that I cranked out of that oven

I really need to find a cheap cooking class in NYC. Anyone?

Current Mood:

stressed

Current Music: Somewhere over the rainbow

Leave a comment

16 August 2009 @ 02:13 pm

a kiss with a fist is better than none

forever and a day always.
made this for my sister's 23rd
no more icing so wrote on it with chocolate syrup.
BIG Mistake!
It ran and muddled withing minutes

Current Mood:

envious

Current Music: Amadou & Mariam

Leave a comment

10 August 2009 @ 05:15 pm

Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine.
(Grant them eternal rest, O Lord).

Current Mood:

hot

Current Music: Requiem Aeternam - Mozart

Leave a comment

04 July 2009 @ 09:23 pm

thank you stranger for your therapeutic smile

and your eyes must do some raining
if you're ever gonna grow
and if crying don't help &
you can't compose yourself
it's best to compose a poem
an honest verse of longing
or a simple song of hope

I wish I'd come up with those words

3 comments | Leave a comment

04 July 2009 @ 05:20 pm

1557 - we were a goldmine, they gutted us

These two pictures reminded me of one of my favorite prints by one of my favorite Netherlandish renaissance artists - Pieter Bruegel [<- btw, my art teacher in HS was half Dutch and my art history teacher didn't really know the correct pronounciation of his last name; he'd heard different variations - Broo-gehl, Broy-gel, Broo-gohl etc...so we had my art teacher phone his father - who is a real Dutchman who speaks Dutch and not a second generation and whatnot - and he asked the father how the last name would be pronounced in proper Netherlandish fashion and he didn't know -_- imagine that!] (<- kind of a pointless story) Anyway, Pieter Bruegel did works - as a lot of his contemporaries at the time - which taught moral lessons. His most famous one is a painting called Netherlandish Proverbs and I've basically learned all the lessons each figure is supposed to be portraying. Here is the print in question, called Big Fish Eat Little Fish

The biggest fish has been caught and upon being gutted, we see that it has eaten fish which have eaten other smaller fish and smaller fish have eaten smaller fish and so on. There are other things happening too but I won't go into them but I especially like that he carved the word 'Ecce' on the lower left side - behold.
The older man in the boat is pointing and teaching his grand/son of this circle of life that is happening.
This also reminds me of when Chris Martin sings:
You might be a big fish in a little pond
It doesn't mean you've won
Because along may come a bigger one

I like sushi, still.

Current Mood:

good

Current Music: Regina Spektor - Blue Lips

Leave a comment

28 June 2009 @ 11:21 pm

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends

We never know we go,—when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate following behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.

Current Mood:

mellow

3 comments | Leave a comment

25 May 2009 @ 07:36 pm

since i am dead i can take off my head to recite shakespearean quotations

Current Mood:

hot

2 comments | Leave a comment

22 May 2009 @ 11:59 am

Don't wanna be SOL

Current Mood:

okay

Current Music: Eva Cassidy

Leave a comment

21 May 2009 @ 07:59 pm

and so i drink to stay warm
and to kill selected memories

Leave a comment

21 May 2009 @ 07:57 pm

lonely soldier go home

lonely but never alone;
good eyes see nothing to shoot,
good feet feel good giving up good boots

Current Mood:

morose

Current Music: damien rice

Leave a comment

14 May 2009 @ 01:15 pm

Guess the lure was enough

Leave a comment

12 May 2009 @ 08:37 pm

Leave a comment

12 May 2009 @ 08:27 pm

I love when you come over to my house

Southern trees
Bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves
And blood at the roots
Black bodies
Swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin'
From the poplar trees
Pastoral scene
Of the gallant south
Them big bulging eyes
And the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolia
Clean and fresh
Then the sudden smell
Of burnin' flesh
Here is a fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the leaves to drop
Here is
Strange and bitter crop

Leave a comment

10 May 2009 @ 10:35 pm

Leave a comment

Advertisement