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i caught a moment with you in my dreams last night you were a dead machine that kept on talking talking talikng and i could not stop listening i loved the way your voice sounded, felt in my eears, something so familiar but you were foreign then, maybe to this day sometimes. my body hurts in different places i cannot follow through. so i wait for you and i burn, i just stole that line from a song. you are the death of me. the alcohol grips at my lips and i cannot feel anything anymore somebody just shoot me please.

just keep me where the light is

i shall deplete every bottle of alcoholic beverage in this house
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“And I, infinitesima­l being,
drunk with the great starry
void,
likeness, image of
mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke loose on the wind.”

― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

(Source: journalofanobody)

“Why do people go to the cinema? What takes them into a darkened room where, for two hours, they watch the play of shadows on a sheet? The search for entertainment? The need for a kind of drug? All over the world there are, indeed, entertainment firms and organizations which exploit cinema and television and spectacles of many other kinds. Our starting point, however, should not be there, but in the essential principles of cinema, which have to do with the human need to master and know the world. I think that what a person normally goes to the cinema for is time: for time lost or spent or not yet had. He goes there for living experience; for cinema, like no other art, widens, enhances and concentrates a person’s experience—and not only enhances it but makes it longer, significantly longer. That is the power of cinema: ‘stars’, story-lines and entertainment have nothing to do with it.”

“I see it as my duty to stimulate reflection on what is essentially human and eternal in each individual soul, and which all too often a person will pass by, even though his fate lies in his hands. He is too busy chasing after phantoms and bowing down to idols. In the end everything can be reduced to the one simple element which is all a person can count upon in his existence: the capacity to love. That element can grow within the soul to become the supreme factor which determines the meaning of a person’s life. My function is to make whoever sees my films aware of his need to love and to give his love, and aware that beauty is summoning him.”

Andrei Tarkovsky
April 4, 1932 — December 29, 1986

(Source: strangewood)

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you had stolen a chapter
of my dreams
last night

when the quiet song of
your voice bore
my sobriquet

and cut through
the light lines on
the highway

rendering the night
an ephemeral bliss
for whatever passing gesture
of yours,
i cannot miss

that which i must contain
in a jar for the ages
a shot for distress

so I shall write about
the fluid slither of your steps
the pirouette of your cigarette
fingers taking shape in the dark
drenched by your sleepy sentiments
and drunken stupor

from dust to flames
thus erupts
the sleepy tandem
inside the hollow coffin
of my chest

(and in my head
you awaken
a bedlam
across cities
through narrow alleys
and murky fountains
under bridges
and stones
and benches
and dead leaves in the park
tracing every root
and every crack
on pavements
and mahogany trees)

oh, woman,
(you)
wholly enigmatic
fierce catalyst

with your eloquence you pluck
at the dusty strings
inside the holes of my heart
and waves bounce off
the hopeless corridors
of my bones

(oh, woman)
muse of this hour,
and the next,
and so on, pray endless

these are
the many monuments
you create and burn
the thousand demons
you invite and chase away

and though you keep me
on my toes always
i will never stray
(let me say that again)
i will never stray

(i can only hope
you do the same)