22 janvier 2004
U2 - Running To Stand Still
And so she woke up
From where she was lying still
Said we got to do something about where we're going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain
Maybe run from the darkness in the night
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Sweet the sin
But the bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice, you know
I took the poison, from the poison stream,
Then I floated out of here
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Singing Ha La La La De Day
She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand still
From where she was lying still
Said we got to do something about where we're going
Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain
Maybe run from the darkness in the night
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Sweet the sin
But the bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out
You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice, you know
I took the poison, from the poison stream,
Then I floated out of here
Singing Ha La La La De Day
Singing Ha La La La De Day
She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging and the storm blows up in her eyes
She will suffer the needle chill
She is running to stand still
20 janvier 2004
Beautiful South - Les Yeux Ouverts
Ce souvenir je te le rends.
Des souvenirs, tu sais j'en ai tellement.
Puisqu'on r¨ºva de jours errants.
Pas la peine de changer trop...
Ce souvenir je te le prends.
Des souvenirs, comme ca j'en ai tout le temps.
Si par erreur la vie nous s¨¦pare,
J'le sortirai d'mon tiroir.
J'reve les yeux ouverts.
Ca m'fait du bien.
Ca ne va pas plus loin.
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aime bien.
Vivement demain.
Un dernier verre de sherry.
Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie.
Tous les jours se ressemblent a pr¨¦sent.
Tu me manques terriblement...
J'reve les yeux ouverts.
Ca m'fait du bien.
Ca ne va pas plus loin.
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aime bien.
Vivement demain.
Un dernier verre de sherry.
Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie.
Tous les jours se ressemblent a pr¨¦sent.
Tu me manques terriblement...
Des souvenirs, tu sais j'en ai tellement.
Puisqu'on r¨ºva de jours errants.
Pas la peine de changer trop...
Ce souvenir je te le prends.
Des souvenirs, comme ca j'en ai tout le temps.
Si par erreur la vie nous s¨¦pare,
J'le sortirai d'mon tiroir.
J'reve les yeux ouverts.
Ca m'fait du bien.
Ca ne va pas plus loin.
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aime bien.
Vivement demain.
Un dernier verre de sherry.
Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie.
Tous les jours se ressemblent a pr¨¦sent.
Tu me manques terriblement...
J'reve les yeux ouverts.
Ca m'fait du bien.
Ca ne va pas plus loin.
J'vais pas voir derriere
Puisque j'aime bien.
Vivement demain.
Un dernier verre de sherry.
Du sherry mon amant quand je m'ennuie.
Tous les jours se ressemblent a pr¨¦sent.
Tu me manques terriblement...
18 janvier 2004
Smoking Popes - Let's Here It For Love
Let's Hear It For Love
Let's hear it for heartache
Let's hear it for pain
Let's hear it for poison tears that
wash your dreams down the drain
Let's hear it for sleepless nights
Let's do it again
[Chorus]
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for love
Pick your heart up off the floor
This is what you've been waiting for
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for promises
Something sealed with a kiss
Let's hear it for big mistakes
That you just couldn't resist
Let's hear it for bucket seats
Let's try it like this
[Chorus]
Let's hear it for letting someone totally ruin your life
Let's hear it for love
Let's hope it's everything you hoped it would be
Let's hear it for jealousy
Let's hear it for hate
Let's hear it an apology before it's too late
Let's hear it for cigarettes
Baby you were great
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for love
*So my sister insists that Morrissey did this song first..is that right?
Let's hear it for heartache
Let's hear it for pain
Let's hear it for poison tears that
wash your dreams down the drain
Let's hear it for sleepless nights
Let's do it again
[Chorus]
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for love
Pick your heart up off the floor
This is what you've been waiting for
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for promises
Something sealed with a kiss
Let's hear it for big mistakes
That you just couldn't resist
Let's hear it for bucket seats
Let's try it like this
[Chorus]
Let's hear it for letting someone totally ruin your life
Let's hear it for love
Let's hope it's everything you hoped it would be
Let's hear it for jealousy
Let's hear it for hate
Let's hear it an apology before it's too late
Let's hear it for cigarettes
Baby you were great
Let's hear it for love
Let's hear it for
Let's hear it for love
*So my sister insists that Morrissey did this song first..is that right?
15 janvier 2004
Bold Stroke
black line from a brush
ideas burst forth from the
best of my bright heart
ideas burst forth from the
best of my bright heart
14 janvier 2004
Kate Bush - This Woman's Work
Pray God you can cope.
I stand outside this woman's work,
This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man,
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things I should've said,
That I never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things I should've given,
But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.
Give me these moments back.
Give them back to me.
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.
(I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.)
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things we should've said,
That were never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things that you needed from me.
All the things that you wanted for me.
All the things that I should've given,
But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go away.
Just make it go away now.
I stand outside this woman's work,
This woman's world.
Ooh, it's hard on the man,
Now his part is over.
Now starts the craft of the father.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things I should've said,
That I never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things I should've given,
But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go,
Make it go away.
Give me these moments back.
Give them back to me.
Give me that little kiss.
Give me your hand.
(I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.
I know you have a little life in you yet.
I know you have a lot of strength left.)
I should be crying, but I just can't let it show.
I should be hoping, but I can't stop thinking
Of all the things we should've said,
That were never said.
All the things we should've done,
That we never did.
All the things that you needed from me.
All the things that you wanted for me.
All the things that I should've given,
But I didn't.
Oh, darling, make it go away.
Just make it go away now.
08 janvier 2004
untitiled - 1998
I awoke
violently
from a dream
earth and sky and the water
in a spin which way to go
I could not discern
A downward spiral
from which
I could not recover
I could not wonder
a poet's view
whose truth
I could not confirm
Now I will not
was evil's descent
so beautiful
or was it only
in the end
that men find
their inner disguist
violently
from a dream
earth and sky and the water
in a spin which way to go
I could not discern
A downward spiral
from which
I could not recover
I could not wonder
a poet's view
whose truth
I could not confirm
Now I will not
was evil's descent
so beautiful
or was it only
in the end
that men find
their inner disguist
jade kitty - 1996
bodies close in a whisper
sloftly close in range
too sweet but not Sweet n' Low enough
for me to get disgusted
in my slimy bitchy funk
I turn into myself
all smiles everyone
a hello kitty
hissing evil cat
touches in a silence
gently linked fingers
what I seen in this window
solved easily in a twist or turn
of my body
I don't
'cause in jade, I've hope
photo of Tessa on My Cat Hates You
sloftly close in range
too sweet but not Sweet n' Low enough
for me to get disgusted
in my slimy bitchy funk
I turn into myself
all smiles everyone
a hello kitty
hissing evil cat
touches in a silence
gently linked fingers
what I seen in this window
solved easily in a twist or turn
of my body
I don't
'cause in jade, I've hope
photo of Tessa on My Cat Hates You
In a Room Otherwise Quiet - 1998
And I hear
them
in a room otherwise quiet
"Change."
I hear
her
in English curled
within an accent of Oriental descent
they face each other
these two of them
they speak together the two of them
the same language
they slowly explain their ideas
they have feelings they share
I hear
him
he tells her what love is
this love she speaks of
is of the wrong context.
I hear
her
she asks him
what is love
she tells him
this love she speaks of
is a simple definition
I hear
her
she says
"I'm not interested in boys."
her volume is big for a louder understanding
she laughs
"I'm not interested in girls either."
He lowers his logic in intimate shadows
all the while she smiles
I can't hear anymore because I have to wonder
why he doesn't wait for his love
C.O.D.
no longer just a picture
without explaination
just stay home
wait for the discription
no longer just a number to a face
the quiet
tells me
I've heard too much
Her eyes
tell me
You've heard too much
I leave
this room otherwise quiet
photo from Eyes Wide Shot
them
in a room otherwise quiet
"Change."
I hear
her
in English curled
within an accent of Oriental descent
they face each other
these two of them
they speak together the two of them
the same language
they slowly explain their ideas
they have feelings they share
I hear
him
he tells her what love is
this love she speaks of
is of the wrong context.
I hear
her
she asks him
what is love
she tells him
this love she speaks of
is a simple definition
I hear
her
she says
"I'm not interested in boys."
her volume is big for a louder understanding
she laughs
"I'm not interested in girls either."
He lowers his logic in intimate shadows
all the while she smiles
I can't hear anymore because I have to wonder
why he doesn't wait for his love
C.O.D.
no longer just a picture
without explaination
just stay home
wait for the discription
no longer just a number to a face
the quiet
tells me
I've heard too much
Her eyes
tell me
You've heard too much
I leave
this room otherwise quiet
photo from Eyes Wide Shot
A Song for a St. Sebastian - 1996
creaks
so empty - this house
still
I'm seeing you through the door
a peaceful face
on a body of anguish
And this makes you how much
closer to God's heaven?
These simple sacrifices
aren't very simple now
and they sure don't get
you closer to the saints.
I'm seeing you through the storm
in this sea of calm
a drowning life
waving & waving & waving
Drop your head down - once so full of pride
Rest, darling, rest
Its not your fault - you'll soon see
Forgiveness will come soon enough.
by Vicente López y Portaña
from this collection.
so empty - this house
still
I'm seeing you through the door
a peaceful face
on a body of anguish
And this makes you how much
closer to God's heaven?
These simple sacrifices
aren't very simple now
and they sure don't get
you closer to the saints.
I'm seeing you through the storm
in this sea of calm
a drowning life
waving & waving & waving
Drop your head down - once so full of pride
Rest, darling, rest
Its not your fault - you'll soon see
Forgiveness will come soon enough.
by Vicente López y Portaña
from this collection.
Untitled
right.so.
there's a spot
in the swoop
of my scoop-necked collar
just a bit darker than
the dark red
a memory trickles its way
your finger, just tip
so carefully slipped
'round this collar
separating silk from skin
sounding parting of lips
right. so.
nothing more to say
there's a spot
in the swoop
of my scoop-necked collar
just a bit darker than
the dark red
a memory trickles its way
your finger, just tip
so carefully slipped
'round this collar
separating silk from skin
sounding parting of lips
right. so.
nothing more to say
3am - 1996
3am
is for
mindless chatter
& stacks o' pancakes
the buzz is wearing off
& the sun is nowhere coming
up soon
the caffeine will kick in
the 3rd cup
20 minutes later
& you'll have her staring at
the span between your eyebrows
& humming the music from
the hours before
photo found on CEOBlues
is for
mindless chatter
& stacks o' pancakes
the buzz is wearing off
& the sun is nowhere coming
up soon
the caffeine will kick in
the 3rd cup
20 minutes later
& you'll have her staring at
the span between your eyebrows
& humming the music from
the hours before
photo found on CEOBlues
I Came Away - 1998
I came away
miles
flights of years
I came away with tears
and a new sense of myself drippin into existence
Then there was the realization
that my memories will fade
They were made so
very light and fine
never to be grasped or clasped tightly
but to be of the wind
... this is what I was when I came away
miles
flights of years
I came away with tears
and a new sense of myself drippin into existence
Then there was the realization
that my memories will fade
They were made so
very light and fine
never to be grasped or clasped tightly
but to be of the wind
... this is what I was when I came away
07 janvier 2004
Battle Angel
This is one of my FAVORITES on many levels. I'd attempted to collect the series. Nana and Eric always get me another book in the graphic novel series. It was my best anime in my collection. But I love it mostly for its tragedy and beautiful writing and artwork which has influenced a lot of my works.
Here's a good summary of the story.
Here's a good summary of the story.
Letter
I had sent Jeff, my guitarist from my old band in Champaign, a collection of my poetry that I was trying to put together for my cousine's wedding via email. This was sometime in May of 2000. I'd found his response that I'd printed for some reason just a month or so ago. I've carried everywhere I go because it speaks to parts of me that I've neglected for years. Here it is ( with typos and all):
youre not kidding. "What should be song" is a perfect title. I really like your work Tessa. I know youre looking for more input then that but thats all i can offer. I think poetry, or art, or music for that matter are all about one thing...touching someone else with the emotion that caused you the write it (make it, etc). Thats the beauty and the goal. Thats what makes art so indescribably wonderful. In many instances in your work I "got it". Being able to achieve that in your work is the supreme gift. you should be proud. For me to tell you this is wrong or tweek this or whatever is me twisting and censoring your emotion. Obviously this makes no sense. Its woven with feelings you, and not anyone else, felt...and that's that. And as I'm sure youve gathered from my slobbering over your work, it speaks to the reader well already.
That's really all I can say. I think its beautiful that you still have these intense emotions about love. It seems all to easy to become over-callused in this world and those feelings slide on by... Its tradgic. Fine work Tessa...and anytime you want to get together and make what should be songs into songs...justpick up the phone (XXX-XXX-XXXX)
Jeff
I tried calling.. the phone disconnected.
youre not kidding. "What should be song" is a perfect title. I really like your work Tessa. I know youre looking for more input then that but thats all i can offer. I think poetry, or art, or music for that matter are all about one thing...touching someone else with the emotion that caused you the write it (make it, etc). Thats the beauty and the goal. Thats what makes art so indescribably wonderful. In many instances in your work I "got it". Being able to achieve that in your work is the supreme gift. you should be proud. For me to tell you this is wrong or tweek this or whatever is me twisting and censoring your emotion. Obviously this makes no sense. Its woven with feelings you, and not anyone else, felt...and that's that. And as I'm sure youve gathered from my slobbering over your work, it speaks to the reader well already.
That's really all I can say. I think its beautiful that you still have these intense emotions about love. It seems all to easy to become over-callused in this world and those feelings slide on by... Its tradgic. Fine work Tessa...and anytime you want to get together and make what should be songs into songs...justpick up the phone (XXX-XXX-XXXX)
Jeff
I tried calling.. the phone disconnected.
Gally o.1994. r. 2004
Bright-eyed
Wide-eyed
filled with white innocence
Yet dark
with the dense knowledge
not wanting
for words have given her
far too much hope and
much to less love
Her patient naivete
will once more
weigh heavy her heart
as she dreams
of sharing her life
with you
As she touches her head to yours
she wonders
how can she go on without you?
as you slip from her
no longer touching
no longer reaching
the hoping and the dreaming is over
yet she goes on
looking outward towards
the vermillion skies
bringing in the night
Wide-eyed
filled with white innocence
Yet dark
with the dense knowledge
not wanting
for words have given her
far too much hope and
much to less love
Her patient naivete
will once more
weigh heavy her heart
as she dreams
of sharing her life
with you
As she touches her head to yours
she wonders
how can she go on without you?
as you slip from her
no longer touching
no longer reaching
the hoping and the dreaming is over
yet she goes on
looking outward towards
the vermillion skies
bringing in the night
06 janvier 2004
Pretenders - Brass In Pocket
Got brass in pocket
Got bottle I'm gonna use it
Intention I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Got motion restrained emotion
Been driving detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination
'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special so special
I gotta have some of your attention give it to me
Got rhythm I can't miss a beat
Got new skank it's so reet
Got something I'm winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I gotta have some of your attention
Give it to me
'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I gotta have some of your attention
Give it to me
Got bottle I'm gonna use it
Intention I feel inventive
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Got motion restrained emotion
Been driving detroit leaning
No reason just seems so pleasing
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
Gonna use my arms
Gonna use my legs
Gonna use my style
Gonna use my sidestep
Gonna use my fingers
Gonna use my, my, my imagination
'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special so special
I gotta have some of your attention give it to me
Got rhythm I can't miss a beat
Got new skank it's so reet
Got something I'm winking at you
Gonna make you, make you, make you notice
'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I gotta have some of your attention
Give it to me
'cause I gonna make you see
There's nobody else here
No one like me
I'm special, so special
I gotta have some of your attention
Give it to me
04 janvier 2004
Solitude of the Soul by Lorado Taft
From the little sign next to this gorgeous piece in the Art Institute of Chicago, attributed to Lorado Taft: "The thought is the eternally present fact that however closely we may be thrown together by circumstances ... we are unknown to each other."
Open Letter to the Wounded -1997
yes, there is the pain
you'll get over it
yes, the suffering
you'll be ok
yes, it hurts, I know
time heals wounds
time and again
the crusty mends
will crack
drawing blood
this
slowly now
its easier
and it'll scar
and you'll remember
pain, suffering, hurt
watching the wound
feeling the smoothness
you'll get over it
yes, the suffering
you'll be ok
yes, it hurts, I know
time heals wounds
time and again
the crusty mends
will crack
drawing blood
this
slowly now
its easier
and it'll scar
and you'll remember
pain, suffering, hurt
watching the wound
feeling the smoothness
Reading from the First Letter of Saint Paul to the Corinthians
Brothers and sisters:
Strive eagerly for the greatest spiritual gifts.
But I shall show you a still more excellent way.
If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love,
I am but a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.
And if I have the gift of prophecy
and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge;
If I have all faith so as to move mountains,
but do not have love, I am nothing.
If I give away everything I own,
and if I hand my body over so that I may boast
but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It is not jealous, is not pompous,
it is not inflated, it is not rude,
it does not seek its own interests,
it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice
over wrongdoing
but rejoices in the truth.
It bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
The word of the Lord.
Strive eagerly for the greatest spiritual gifts.
But I shall show you a still more excellent way.
If I speak in human and angelic tongues but do not have love,
I am but a resounding gong or a clashing cymbal.
And if I have the gift of prophecy
and comprehend all mysteries and all knowledge;
If I have all faith so as to move mountains,
but do not have love, I am nothing.
If I give away everything I own,
and if I hand my body over so that I may boast
but do not have love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It is not jealous, is not pompous,
it is not inflated, it is not rude,
it does not seek its own interests,
it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice
over wrongdoing
but rejoices in the truth.
It bears all things, believes all things,
hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never fails.
The word of the Lord.
Kate Bush - Deeper Understanding
As the people here grow colder
I turn to my computer
And spend my evenings with it
Like a friend.
I was loading a new programme
I had ordered from a magazine:
"Are you lonely, are you lost?
This voice console is a must."
I press Execute.
"Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that you're unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding."
Well I've never felt such pleasure.
Nothing else seemed to matter.
I neglected my bodily needs.
I did not eat, I did not sleep,
The intensity increasing,
'Til my family found me and intervened.
But I was lonely, I was lost,
Without my little black box.
I pick up the phone and go, Execute.
"Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that you're unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding."
I turn to my computer like a friend.
I need deeper understanding.
Give me deeper understanding.
I turn to my computer
And spend my evenings with it
Like a friend.
I was loading a new programme
I had ordered from a magazine:
"Are you lonely, are you lost?
This voice console is a must."
I press Execute.
"Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that you're unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding."
Well I've never felt such pleasure.
Nothing else seemed to matter.
I neglected my bodily needs.
I did not eat, I did not sleep,
The intensity increasing,
'Til my family found me and intervened.
But I was lonely, I was lost,
Without my little black box.
I pick up the phone and go, Execute.
"Hello, I know that you've been feeling tired.
I bring you love and deeper understanding.
Hello, I know that you're unhappy.
I bring you love and deeper understanding."
I turn to my computer like a friend.
I need deeper understanding.
Give me deeper understanding.
