Brilliant.
JezeChelle, The Blog
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
It's Polly Jean Harvey Time
But when is it not, really?
This is Love
The perfect blend of sex and art.
That swagger, that bravado, that talent, that mouth.
Fuck me running. I'm in love.
Mid-Morning Eye Candy
I have a boat-load of errands to run today and didn't want to miss Mid-Day Eye Candy, because I've had MY eye on these MM prints this morning.
Enjoy, wankers! And have a great day for me.
Enjoy, wankers! And have a great day for me.
NIN and the Tragic Tragedyness of My Youth
There's a lyric to a Nine Inch Nails song that only appears in the CD booklet of the album it's on. It's not actually in the song for some reason and it's never been reported that they perform it at all. It's at the end of "Something I Can Never Have." It goes:
"Your sweat and Perry Ellis/ just stains on my sheets." There is more to the lyric than that, but that's the last line of the song, forever sitting there.
Every once in a while, out of the thin blue air, that line will come to me, that haunting, unsung line that will be forever buried in CD cases or obliterated once we're done with those, and it automatically brings me to tears.
Some things have such a strange voodoo power to jolt you right back to a point in time, to an unspoken word, a missed opportunity, to a dream defiantly deferred, forever. And I think to myself, this is too hard.
I think that if this is what growing up is all about, you can keep it. I think that as a thirty-something woman, for fuck's sake.
I think of smelling dirty sheets over and over again and the shame and hatred and lust and feeling of sin that goes with it. I remember enjoying a certain type of sadness that I abhor today.
I think about dreams deferred. Of all stripes and shapes.
But mostly, I wonder if anyone else even knows about that tiny little hidden lyric, and if it even comes close to affecting them like it affects me.
Under the same sky and all that.
Monday, November 12, 2012
Nuns! Sex!
The title is a very bad Saturday Night Live Pun, I apologize. It's Monday, and I have the sillies.
This is from Photobox's Facebook page,
Of course we all know that there's a certain widespread fascination with nuns and sex. The Madonna/ whore complex, the forbidden hidden under the holy. I don't know if I quite get it, but I love this photo. I think I'm more intrigued by other people's fascination with the whole concept of religious iconography and sex. I don't find it sexy, because I grew up Baptist, and there's nothing sexy about that, dear. Nothing. But I suppose I get the forbidden lust aspect.
It reminds me of the new season of American Horror Story. Are you watching that? I'm simply obsessed. It toys with this taboo quite a bit.
Anyway, this picture is boss, and Photobox on Facebook is a lot of fun. Check them out.
And you'll be hearing more about American Horror Story from me very soon.
You Heard Me
Found on Mandy Stadtmiller's Facebook Page
You should check out her blog, she's the bees' knees. Or the shit. Whichever descriptive you prefer.
http://mandystadtmiller.com/
Sunday, November 11, 2012
C.V. Auchterlonie, Impress
C.V. Auchterlonie, Impress
A collection of poems from Punk Hostage Press
A collection of poems from Punk Hostage Press
Amazon is fresh out today, but although she sold out fairly quickly, they will have more in stock soon.
This woman is a beautiful poet, her work is sensual, earthy, and ethereal all at once. I love love love her work. Check it out and consider the collection as a holiday gift! I know that, to me, a gift of gorgeous poems would make me happier than mostly anything else. Dip your toes in the pool, I promise you won't be disappointed.
AND, if you're interested in a signed copy, I can point you in the direction of how to get one!
AND, if you're interested in a signed copy, I can point you in the direction of how to get one!
Thursday, November 8, 2012
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