music

thought of you as my mountain top,
thought of you as my peak,
thought of you as everything
i’ve had but couldn’t keep,
[i’ve had but couldn’t keep].

life

it goes to show you never can tell.

When you write for a living [and artistic depiction of any means falls so far from what you are good at], you don’t expect you’ll ever see your work/words gracing a gallery wall. And then there came the London launch of Intern Magazine at 71a to prove my assumptions wrong. My words, on a wall [and, of course, free beers for all]. Meet the talent, join the debate.

music

any girl in the world could have easily known me better;
she said, ‘you’re strange, but don’t change,’
and i let her.

fashion, literature, photography

If this was how it was then this was how it was. But there was no law that made him say he liked it. I did not know that I could ever feel what I have felt, he thought. Nor that this could happen to me. I would like to have it for my whole life. You will, the other part of him said. You will. You have it now and that is all your whole life is; now. There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. How old must you be before you know that?

photography

and no-one else can haunt me the way that you can haunt me.

[i need to know you want me;
i couldn’t be without you
and the light shines around you;
no, nothing ever mattered more
than not doubting that tonight:
the streets are ours.]

logsylou

Monthly Archives: October 2013

it goes to show you never can tell.

and no-one else can haunt me the way that you can haunt me.