suicidewatch:

Public Image Ltd. “Flowers Of Romance”

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(Source: suicidewatch, via jbinjapan)

(Source: suicidewatch, via jbinjapan)

Digging

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.

Seamus Heaney

lordernusic:

pavementisrad:

and that pretty much describes my memory too

Can I be slumber princess

Of course you can be slumber princess. Can you tell us all about what is beyond the mask of sleep?

Remember kids, being a Goth isn’t about the wearing a particular style of clothes or listening to certain types of music…

It’s about ravaging the Balkans, threatening to sack Constantinople, actually sacking Rome and eventually establishing permanent kingdoms in Southern Gaul and the Iberian and Italian Peninsulas.

Belong to whatever group you chose.
Don’t feel a need to be guided by traditional notions of hatred or respect.
Rather convey a new way of seeing the world.
Delight with those who embrace your view.
Castigate those whom do not
Embrace whoever is essential to your survival

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Kurtz

kdo:

Aztec Camera and Mick Jones - Good Morning Britain (1990)

written in the 1990’s more relevant in 2014