comptine d'un autre ete. by fille-des-monstres, literature
Literature
comptine d'un autre ete.
They gave us sunflower seeds after lunch. 50c a packet. I bought mine and laid them out on the ground. I sat with them. I saw their potential, saw the life they harboured. The beauty. A child with an ice-cream is walking over to us. He's fat. His face is all scrunched up, as if he doesn't enjoy the sun. We watch as he waddles closer. 'Like a pig,' my sunflower seeds tell me. And, watching him shove the last of his ice-cream into his mouth, yes, I think so. The pig drops down on all fours and snuffles in our faces. Staring at him doesn't strike fear into his heart, were I a dog with bark and bite and different coloured eyes, he wouldn't stray
Current Residence: planet telex. Favourite genre of music: anything bar rap and often r&b; i have TRIED but they never say anything nice! Wallpaper of choice: floral
Favourite Movies
romeo and juliet. amelie. the labrynth. the dark crystal. high fidelity. eternal sunshine...
“And those men who are inventors and interpreters between nature and man, as compared with boasters and declaimers of the works of others, must be regarded and not otherwise esteemed than as the object in front of a mirror, when compared with its image seen in the mirror. For the first is something in itself, and the other nothingness -- folks little indebted to nature, since it is only by chance that they wear the human form and without it I might class them with the herd of beasts.” Leonardo da Vinci.
we prate too much esteem.
I don't want to just pass in and out of people's lives, receding into tangles of vague recollection. I wish that if people liked me, they would be my friend; none of these fleeting desires for one night stands, or friends that don't want to remember you once you part ways. I wish I did have more friends that would stay truer to me than to the superficial trivia associated with our relationships. Or perhaps that I would meet lovely people who would, once it has been established that you approve of one another as humans, volunteer their genuine friendship for you to consider.
Or someone who just… liked you. it costs too much these days.
"When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered· the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls· bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory" -Marcel Proust "The Remembrance of Things Past"
What's a smell/taste that you instantaneously connect to a memory when you smell/taste it?
You should heck out havesomehats probably my favorite deviant It's bloody hilarious!!!
I also think you should tell Dan to check him out cause he considers himself a poet not an artist and it might be an avenue Dan could explore ... visuall images juxtaposed with short snipets of text ...maybe?