There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass. - Charles Bukowski
Sunday, December 27, 2009
What can I say but this picture gives me the greatest joy? Breakfast At Tiffany's is a masterpiece.
Truman Capote is genius and I am in love with him.
Capote's words read like magic. His language is so engaging, so honest and heartfelt...his descriptions so vivid, so bright, so alluring. I am swept up into the world he weaves.
The movie is quite different to the novella however they both enchant me.
Audrey Hepburn is such a delight to feast your eyes upon. I am going to read 'In Cold Blood' after I have finished reading 'The Pickwick Papers' by Dickens. I love Dickens too. I absolutely love him. These writers are my friends, perhaps my only friends. Oh, I know that sounds bad and I do have people who care about me but when Michael - well, I can't bring myself to say it..but when that happened only a few people were there. They know who they are so there is no point in scribbling down a petty little list (and anyway, aren't I petty enough?) but when all is said and done, it hurt like hell. But what hurts the most is that these people who I considered my friends didn't even: CORRECTION, don't even realize what Michael means to me. Not even the slightest. Of course I do not expect anyone to...but these were close friends. People who could have - who SHOULD have picked up the telephone and said a few, kind words. They didn't. And now it has been six months and two days since I have heard from any of them. Forgive me for being petty. Forgive me for being childish. I mean it's not as though I even want to hear from them anyway. Am I lying? Fooling and deluding myself to make myself feel better when I know deep down I desperately want one of them to call? That I lie awake at night scrunching my pillow up between my clenched fists and panting, awaiting such a call? That I run to my mobile each day in hope of a text message that could not say anything to make me feel better anyway? That all I think about day and night is how I want to be part of that group again? That I fill my days with false hope and make believe games? How I want to feel loved and precious and artistic again? Well not exactly...but every so often I do think about them.
I love MJ...dancing, creating, writing and reading...
I can't make paper planes, whistle or sew buttons onto things.
I believe everything living has a rhythm.
"...the innocence of children represents to me the source of infinitive creativity and I feel this is where my creative source comes from. This is not an intellectual kind of intelligence but an intelligence that is full of wonder, magic, mystery and adventure. In this intelligence there is love, there is trust, there is joy and there is beauty. It's the kind of intelligence that will heal the world. - MJ ♥
"I been silent so long now it's gonna roar out of me like floodwaters and you think the guy telling this is ranting and raving my God; you think this is too horrible to have really happened, this is too awful to be the truth! But, please. It's still hard for me to have a clear mind thinking on it. But it’s the truth even if it didn't happen." - Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
These make me happy:
Michael Jackson <3
New discoveries
Playing
Flowers
Sammy Davis Jr
Tarot
Art
Poetry
Hidden places
Gardens
Fashion
Guitar
Sleeping
Baking
Dreams
Candles
Incense
Old movies
Writing
Winne The Pooh Wisdom
Diaries
Books
Dance
Tea
Because he is beautiful, in every single way.
My favourite books
Anne Of Green Gables - L.M Montgomery Little Women - Louisa May Alcott Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen Alice In Wonderland - Lewis Carroll Moby Dick - Herman Melville A Portrait Of A Lady - Henry James Perfume - Patrick Suskind A Little Princess - Frances Hodgson Burnett The Diary Of Anne Frank - Anne Frank One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest - Ken Kesey
Grace Kelly all the way!....don't really get Audrey Hepburn, each to their own, lol.
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