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Jul 27, 2014 / 128 notes
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Jul 26, 2014 / 68 notes
From The Knight’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer:
There saw I first the dark imaginingOf felony, and all the compassing;The cruel ire, as red as any glede,The picke-purse, and eke the pale dread;The smiler with the knife under the cloak,The shepen burning with the blacke smokeThe treason of the murd’ring in the bed,The open war, with woundes all be-bled;Conteke with bloody knife, and sharp menace.
Jul 25, 2014 / 4 notes

From The Knight’s Tale by Geoffrey Chaucer:

There saw I first the dark imagining
Of felony, and all the compassing;
The cruel ire, as red as any glede,
The picke-purse, and eke the pale dread;
The smiler with the knife under the cloak,
The shepen burning with the blacke smoke
The treason of the murd’ring in the bed,
The open war, with woundes all be-bled;
Conteke with bloody knife, and sharp menace.

Jul 25, 2014 / 18 notes
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Jul 25, 2014 / 115 notes
Jul 25, 2014 / 22 notes

The joy brings many things

It cannot bring you joy
Sons of mothers huddle here
Men and boys

1850 swung the doors
And human sewage swept inside
Where victims speak in whines
And where the hardened cried

I was sent here by a 3 foot half-wit in a wig
I took his insults on the chin, and never did I flinch

A swagger hides the fear in here
By this rule we breathe
And there is no one on this earth
Who I’d feel sad to leave

You see we all lose
We all lose

What those in power do to you
Reminds us at a glance
How humans hate each others guts
And show it given a chance

We never say aloud the things
That we say in our prayers
Cause no one cares

Many executed here
By the awful lawfully good
But the only thing that makes me cry
Is when I see the sky

Brendan Behan’s laughter rings
For what he had or hadn’t done
For he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us
We all lose
Rich or poor, we all lose
Rich or poor, they all lose

Jul 25, 2014 / 80 notes

Following “Meat Is Murder”, as the violence was increasing, Morrissey said “I hope that the security don’t ruin your night too much, but I’m sure that they’ll do their best… never mind, they’re outnumbered…” He teased the struggling security by changing a line in “The Queen Is Dead” to “Life is very long, when you’re a bouncer”. When he returned to the stage for the first encore following the band-only instrumental “Money Changes Everything”, seeing how the security manhandled some fans, Morrissey exclaimed “Oh, God!” while Johnny added “Neanderthals, fucking idiots, these guys!”. Then one third into following song “I Know It’s Over”, Morrissey stopped singing to shout to a bouncer: "Jesus Christ! Don’t be so stupid! Leave him alone, you stupid idiot! Leave him!" He then resumed the song as if nothing had happened. A completely stunning moment. - PJLM

Jul 25, 2014 / 980 notes
froidsolaire:

Portrait of a prisoner in the Mountjoy Prison, Dublin, 1857.
Jul 22, 2014 / 17 notes

froidsolaire:

Portrait of a prisoner in the Mountjoy Prison, Dublin, 1857.

Jul 22, 2014 / 32 notes
‘I like this, Boz and Moz, like a double act. He’s got these very blue eyes and quite softly spoken. I was very impressed.’ - bozboorer
Jul 19, 2014 / 80 notes

‘I like this, Boz and Moz, like a double act. He’s got these very blue eyes and quite softly spoken. I was very impressed.’ - bozboorer

Jul 19, 2014 / 19 notes

I was bored 
In a fjord 
I despise the heart and soul of Scandinavia 
Let the people burn 
Let their children cry and die in blind asylums

But then you came along 
And you held out your hand 
And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia

I kiss the soil 
I hug the soil 
I eat the soil 
And I praise the God who made you

Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia 
Unprotesting I’ll die in Scandinavia

Pinned to a crime 
In Trondheim 
I despise each syllable in Scandinavia 
Let the people burn 
It’s their turn 
Let their children cry and die in blind asylums

But then you came along 
And you held out your hand 
And I fell in love with you and Scandinavia

I kiss the soil 
I hug the soil 
I eat the soil 
And I praise the God who made you

Stab me in your own time in Scandinavia 
I ‘d be so happy to die in Scandinavia 

Jul 19, 2014 / 252 notes

17 July 2014

Elaine Stritch dies

Elaine was my friend for a while. She was, of course, a demented genius - in loveable ways.
Can we appreciate the people who are around us right now? The answer, of course, is No, for we are all pathetic human beings.

It takes death for us to say aloud: thank you for everything, Elaine Stritch.

Morrissey
Switzerland, 2014.

Brendan Behan’s laughter ringsfor what he had or hadn’t donefor he knew then as I know nowThat for each and every one of us We all lose, rich or poor we all lose
- Morrissey, Mountjoy
Jul 17, 2014 / 15 notes

Brendan Behan’s laughter rings
for what he had or hadn’t done
for he knew then as I know now
That for each and every one of us 
We all lose, rich or poor we all lose

- Morrissey, Mountjoy

Jul 17, 2014 / 28 notes