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greek children
unconscious
of spartan's wrath
of zeus' lust
of nature's cruelty
one lost soul
in search of another
you unaware
of such love
that battles with stars
moon sometimes weeps at nigh
you dance
in such rains, like always
those rains bear moon's burden, sorrow
lives do end
love and sorrow do not
when you light
your last cigarette
share a smoke with me, my love
i have always said that i'd kill for my love, but i never knew that i'd be the one whom i kill.
i have everything but you, and quite ironically, you're the only thing i want.
men never fought wars over women because they were so "fair and innocent"- they did so because of the political status the marriage between her and him would bring. but the thing is, artist tend to do a whole ass of euphemisms on every fucking concept. well, it is their job, after all. they brighten up the ugly things, and turn them into something beautiful-into a poetry, painting, novel... as a popular theory summarizes it: art has no purpose but to be beatiful. although some artist dont agree on that statement, others praise it. but that other half, that other kind, they want to set the realistic atmosphere to their works, and it often turns out horrendous, almost as if the world is but a dark place with dark people and a glimpse of two of the true goodness. but thats not realistic. one can never be realistic fully. lets see it this way: person A portraits a society of paris in one way which he considers is realistic, with neither euphemisms nor hyperbolas. but, we have a person B who portraits the same society, maybe the same as the person B, but even then there are always some differences between the two scenes. it is, i assume, because we are our own individuals, we have different moral standards, we accept different theories about the universe and we focus on different things. theres nothing wrong with it, though. after all, people are made that way, and should stay that way, because thats what makes us unique.
the other thing i want to focus on is the content in art. most artist never write about the bigger picture because its harder for the common folk to comprehend it fully that way. artists dont write about the terrors of a holocaust, but of a single ring found on the floor of Auschwitz. in short: they focus on irrelevant (at first) concepts which you, as an observer of the said art, should picture and transcend into a more complex concept, transcending on a bigger picture, starting from something so small. thats what makes us think, instead of just serving us everything on a plate. and thats what makes art even better in my opinion, because it enhances our minds and, that way, maybe even makes us reconsider our own opinions.
the thing, or the concept, if youd like, for which i live for is the same thing that everybody around me proves it doesnt exist. and when i thought that i have found it - it left me down, too. but still i have hope. i still believe that, in this unkind, cruel world, there is someone who will not once give up on me, who will love me unconditionally. i hope for the day when id run into his arms and stay there until we rot and blend into one with the dirt. i hope, if eternal life deems true, wed be together even then and there. maybe it sounds just like something that all people just find convenient, but to me its the most important thing in the world and even though i will probably fall down many times before i succeed (or if i succeed), it will be worth it. it is worth it.
people totally misinterperted the concept of anarchy. they utilize that as an excuse for their vandalistic actions, while, in fact, it is living your life independently from the government. live in a village, grow your own food, make your own clothes, that's anarchy. no masters, no slaves. the societal norm today makes us forget how liberating that shit is. robbing, spray painting, protesting, wreaking havoc, all of it is pretty much meaningless. no one hears your cries for change. "be the change you want to see in the world". that's pretty much it.
cool i’m still gonna steal from jeff bezos tho
that's an exception i'm willing to consider. let's make the fucker poor as shit
people totally misinterperted the concept of anarchy. they utilize that as an excuse for their vandalistic actions, while, in fact, it is living your life independently from the government. live in a village, grow your own food, make your own clothes, that's anarchy. no masters, no slaves. the societal norm today makes us forget how liberating that shit is. robbing, spray painting, protesting, wreaking havoc, all of it is pretty much meaningless. no one hears your cries for change. "be the change you want to see in the world". that's pretty much it.
Gustave Doré's haunting illustration of Dante's Inferno.
no country for old men -
i still remember the song that was playing on repeat when you first kissed me, and i will forever carry it wherever i go, no matter what happens to us. even if we part, at least i will have a piece of us, at least i will save our one single moment with me. and i hope you would do the same, because it would mean so much to me.
Francis Bacon
“All great and precious things are lonely.”
“Nighthawks” by Edward Hopper
"Garden of Earthly Delights" by Hieronymus Bosch
"Freya's tears" by Gustav Klimt
Ana Karina in Jean - Luc Godard’s “Alphaville”.