Mysticism, Poetry, Sculpture, Gruesome History. I also find pain as a concept interesting. As a reality however, I just find it, well, painful. ... Le Penseur, August Rodin, Varenne, Paris
I fecked up my frapper map and all I got was this groovy penguin GO ON: click on me map, and STICK YOURPRETTYSELF on it! value="http://www.frappr.com/ajax/yvmap.swf" / ..
People like to make long lists in this bit. Why? We all know there's a lot of music out there and most of it is at least reasonably palatable, and even the really good stuff, eventually becomes dull from overplaying, but enough rambling from me, here's a list since that's all you people understand:Jeff Buckley, M. Ward, Bright Eyes, Nina Simone, Saul Williams, Tom Jones, Kylie (that's right: I said Kylie), Keane, Kila, Christy Moore, Damien Rice, Magic Numbers, Arcade Fire, The Killers (new album please if you're listening), Radiohead, Flaming Lips, Nick Drake, Anthony and the Johnstons, Elvis, Shakira, and if you want more you can't have any that's all i'm writing
This slide show: I don't know how it didn't win an oscar: ..
I seem to be a cartoons kind of kid: Family Guy, Vintage Simpsons and Southpark are my distraction of choice.
Do you not think I've enough to carry?
......... Robert Emmet (1778 - 1803) Take a walk in St. Steven's Green Where Jerome O' Connor's muse is seen With a tragic hero's flare And dactyl faeces in his hair.And see the sorrow in his eyes Confounded by the passers-by, His left hand clenching anger's cry His right hand open, asking, why?He stands alone so we'll remember How he stood in that September. In Green street courthouse charged with treason Now he’s tried by every season.He stands defying indignity As in eighteen-hundred-and-three; Heaped on then with prejudice And heaped on now by pigeon's shit.But somewhere close his blood still flows And from it seeds of justice grow And try as you may you will never stem it So remember. Remember Robert Emmet.