like poets put on
purple thought against
magnificent clamor of
in gold, which presently
exhaling a red soul into the dark
the sweet gates
of my heart and
With killing hands
- E.E. Cummings
So yeah, that's where I came up with the name. Anyway, this is my minds dumping ground and a place to keep in touch with friends.
Please read Ten Things I Assume You Know About Me - great idea I've seen around LJ. This pretty much gives you the cliffs notes of me. Actually it's insanely long and I really need to pare it down so your eyes don't fall out.
Hey! Here's the short, short version. Well maybe not short, short but it is shorter!
Been feeling these Bent lyrics from Sunday 29th lately:
Here in my room all alone with a love that I can't see These walls are so bare And I close my eyes to see you When I'm lonely
Why are my arms so empty? I am possessed by love This is how I feel This is home to my hell When I'm lonely
"In whatever one does, there must be a relationship between the eye and the heart," he once said in a rare interview. "With the one eye that is closed, one looks within, with the other eye that is open, one looks without."
- Henri Cartier-Bresson, Artist & Photographer