Twelve o’clock.Along the reaches of the streetHeld in a lunar synthesis,Whispering lunar incantationsDissolve the floors of memoryAnd all its clear relations,Its divisions and precisions,Every street lamp that I passBeats like a fatalistic drum,And through the spaces of the darkMidnight shakes the memoryAs a madman shakes a dead geranium.
— from Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T.S. Eliot
When your soul is in flight
You set your body free
And under your lightning glistens
In all its fantasy.
There’s a shiver of velvet tension
From an astralised dimension
Emanating beneath our liberty.
While for some love is whips and chains
And perpetual parlour games
I stand for you — you open up to me
She said she wants the loneliness to go
But she won’t give up for nothing.
She loves me
With no innocence or compromise.
She loves me
The only way she knows.
— Diana, Paolo Nutini
Paolo Nutini. Phwoar.
If you haven’t heard this song, do. And while you’re in the groove, listen to another one of his songs called Iron Sky. Both tracks are from his new album Caustic Love, which is absolutely incredible.
It’s so good, I’m surprised it’s not illegal.
n. the vexation of photographing something beautiful when countless numbers of the same picture already exist, making the singular and remarkable subject seem cheap and inconsequential.