Van Camera profile picture

Van Camera

I am the dirty daughter of a crazy horse bride*

About Me

"THE SADNESS OF THE MOONby: Charles BaudelaireThe Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught and light, Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast. Upon her silken avalanche of down, Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh; And watches the white visions past her flown, Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky. And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep, Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow, Some pious poet, enemy of sleep, Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow Whence gleams of iris and of opal start, And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart... width="425" height="350" .. "She Wolf"

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 4/20/2006
Band Members:Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.Voltaire
Influences:I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.Socrates (469 BC - 399 BC), In "Apology," sct. 21, by Plato. A Thing of Beauty (Endymion) A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing A flowery band to bind us to the earth, Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in; and clear rills That for themselves a cooling covert make 'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake, Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: And such too is the grandeur of the dooms We have imagined for the mighty dead; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. John KeatsDr.Masaru Emoto. Messages in water* Women I love and admire*
Sounds Like: H.H.
Record Label:
Type of Label: Major

My Blog

Tiger mouth

Tiger mouth my bloom is consumingilluminated calyx sustain youI am a moon aching tonight, gaze rollingOur expanse in excess above the blueArise the waves of my concupiscenceslow butterflies ceaselessl...
Posted by Van Camera on Mon, 13 Nov 2006 09:15:00 PST

Sonnet

Nature's shifting, quivering wraith of voicedelights to an inventive renegadecalling to us an ethereal choicemysterious in light and in the fadeAlone and together below this skytouching the Ethos of u...
Posted by Van Camera on Sat, 11 Nov 2006 12:34:00 PST