One man loved the sorrows of your tattooed face

I think too often of loose,
     aged skin with barbed-wire tattoos.
And I think too often of male-pattern baldness
     and what it means to grow old toughly.
I’ve no tattoos of my own,
     the ritual surpassed me,
     surpasses me still.
But O! How I dreamed
     Of grizzled trees with barks
          of rich, dark inks!
     Of bright dancing bears
          kicking hackey sacks!
     Of occult symbols strategically
          sketched into my body,
          sigils which would grant me
          power over myself, you;
          a drawn-upon god whose
          flesh is all our flesh,
          ink-laced, ink-ful, inked
          from forehead to tippy toes!
     Inked a life more pointed –
     Inked a shadow self –
     Inked to dark matter new dimensions –
     Inked so far into the future –
And that is where my tattooed fantasies pause:
     the future.
For at my local indoor pool, I’ve witnessed
     the future of tattooed skin.
Eyes infused with chlorine (though I heard
     it isn’t chlorine so perhaps you should google it),
     lines of ink obscured by wrinkles.
So damned tough.
Sat under a needle for years and years.
So willing to suffer for art, symbols,
     power, meaning.
So willing to suffer a loss of time.
So willing to suffer…

One man loved the sorrows of your tattooed face

Writers in a Room Not Writing – Interpreted by Jason Preu – Part the Third – Edda-fied Upon a Mountaintop

Source: Writers in a Room Not Writing – Interpreted by Jason Preu – Part the Third – Edda-fied Upon a Mountaintop

Writers in a Room Not Writing – Interpreted by Jason Preu – Part the Third – Edda-fied Upon a Mountaintop

Listen of the Week: Basia Bulat

Good Advice, by Basia Bulat

That fact’s borne out by her new effort, the tellingly titled Good Advice. More than ever before, it finds Bulat in a particularly playful mood, mostly eschewing the introspective approach that typified her earlier efforts. Songs such as “La La Lie,” “The Garden” and “Long Goodbye” are playful to the point of pure effusiveness, each one swathed with catchy choruses and brisk, bubbly refrains. “Let Me In” is entreating enough to convince listeners to heed its title. On the other hand, the deliberate drive and earnest intent of “Fool” belies its handle entirely.

http://www.glidemagazine.com/155444/basia-bulat-goes-big-breakthrough-good-advice-album-review/

Listen of the Week: Basia Bulat

Friday Lyrics Mash: Love Shack Will Tear Us Apart

I can’t hear you
                    Love shack, baby, Love shack
                    Love shack, that’s where it’s at
But emotions won’t grow
That we’ve kept through our lives
Love, Love will tear us apart again
Bang bang bang on the door, baby
                    Why is the bedroom so cold?
                    Love, Love will tear us apart again
Love shack, baby, Love shack

I’m headin’ down the Atlanta highway
                    Love shack, baby Love shack
                    Bang bang bang on the door, baby
Then Love, Love will tear us apart again
Lookin’ for the Love getaway

You’re what?

Glitter on the mattress
                    All my failings exposed
                    On the door – bang bang
                    And there’s a taste in my mouth
                    Just that something so good
Glitter on the highway

When routine bites hard
Love, Love will tear us apart again
                    Bang bang on the door, baby, bang bang
And resentment rides high
And it’s about to set sail
                    Bang bang bang on the door, baby
                    Love shack, baby, Love shack
                    Love shack – that’s where it’s at
‘Cause Love rules at the Love shack
But Love, Love will tear us apart again

Huggin’ and a kissin’, dancin’ and a lovin’
Folks linin’ up outside just to get down
Is my timing that flawed?
                    Knock a little louder, sugar
Our respect runs so dry
And we’re changing our ways
Yet there’s still this appeal

Well it’s set way back in the middle of a field
                    Just can’t function no more
The Love shack is a little old place where
Love, Love will tear us apart again

Headed for the Love getaway
You cry out in your sleep
I can’t hear you
                    Love shack, baby, Love shack
Glitter on the front porch
                    Bang bang bang on the door, baby
You’ve turned away on your side
                    On the door, baby, bang bang
Love, Love will tear us apart again
And we’re headin’ on down to the Love shack

Love shack, baby, Love shack
                    But Love, Love will tear us apart again

We can get together
Taking different roads
A Love shack, baby
As desperation takes hold
Love shack, baby
And ambitions are low
Glitter on the hallway
Love shack, baby
Love shack, baby, Love shack
So hurry up and bring your jukebox money
Love, Love will tear us apart again

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A poem for you to share with your special someone this Valentine’s Day.
Please pass it around.

Friday Lyrics Mash: Love Shack Will Tear Us Apart

A visit with Andrew Lyles, curator of “What Will You Think Tomorrow?” | CHARLOTTE STREET FOUNDATION STUDIO RESIDENCY PROGRAM

Source: A visit with Andrew Lyles, curator of “What Will You Think Tomorrow?” | CHARLOTTE STREET FOUNDATION STUDIO RESIDENCY PROGRAM

A visit with Andrew Lyles, curator of “What Will You Think Tomorrow?” | CHARLOTTE STREET FOUNDATION STUDIO RESIDENCY PROGRAM

Friday Lyrics Mash: Blank Believin’

They’ll tell you I’m insane
Up and down the boulevard
Just one more time
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Hidin’ somewhere in the night
Cherry lips, crystal skies
Don’t stop believin’

Be that girl for a month
A singer in a smoky room
And you love the game
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Everybody wants a thrill
Streetlights, people
I’m dying to see how this one ends

You look like my next mistake
Magic, madness, heaven, sin
Some will win, some will lose
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Grab your passport and my hand
Hold on to the feelin’
Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh no

But I’ve got a blank space, baby
Livin’ in a lonely world
‘Cause, darling, I’m a nightmare dressed like a daydream
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Boys only want love if it’s torture
So it’s gonna be forever
Don’t stop believin’

Just a small town girl
Oh my God, look at that face
Don’t say I didn’t say I didn’t warn ya
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Livin’ just to find emotion
I can make all the tables turn
Don’t say I didn’t say, I didn’t warn ya

Their shadows searching in the night
Screaming, crying, perfect storms
Oh my God, who is she?
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They’ll tell you I’m insane
Ain’t it funny, rumors fly
I get drunk on jealousy
And I know you heard about me

Friday Lyrics Mash: Blank Believin’