maandag 28 mei 2012

zaterdag 26 mei 2012

The Rains of Castamere





And who are you, the proud lord said,
That I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
That's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
A lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
As long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
That lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o'er his hall,
With no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o'er his hall,
And not a soul to hear.


donderdag 24 mei 2012

zaterdag 19 mei 2012

gOd sAvE ThE qUEEn

Leuk zo'n punk expo. Bak vol nostalgie. Dochter uitleggen, nee we hadden geen OV-kaart, we gingen liften. Dat ging in etappes. Geen nachttrein terug naar de provincie. Met een beetje mazzel kon je na een concert pitten in een kraakpand. Smartphone? Drie straten verderop misschien een telefooncel. Shaggies roken in de platenwinkel, als je 'een elpee ging luisteren'. Later misschien nog kopen. Uren hing je daar. Ja draai m nog maar eens om. fun fun fun & 'charge' means run.

woensdag 11 april 2012

zondag 8 april 2012

vrijdag 30 maart 2012

zondag 25 maart 2012

donderdag 15 maart 2012

The Blue Angel Lounge

Black Cat

Black Cat

A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

Rainer Maria Rilke

zondag 11 maart 2012

zaterdag 10 maart 2012

zondag 4 maart 2012