Discussion in 'Streetwear and Denim' started by sipang, Dec 8, 2011.
NEX-5 Olympus OM 1.8/50
Last one is quite representative of how I feel about their coffee
How's the streetfashun blog coming up ?
Tea at the Palaz of Hoon
Not less because in purple I descended
The western day through what you called
The loneliest air, not less was I myself.
What was the ointment sprinkled on my beard?
What were the hymns that buzzed beside my ears?
What was the sea whose tide swept through me there?
Out of my mind the golden ointment rained,
And my ears made the blowing hymns they heard.
I was myself the compass of that sea:
I was the world in which I walked, and what I saw
Or heard or felt came not but from myself;
And there I found myself more truly and more strange.
* * *
The Curtains in the House of the Metaphysician
It comes about that the drifting of these curtains
Is full of long motions, as the ponderous
Deflections of distance; or as clouds
Inseparable from their afternoons;
Or the changing of light, the dropping
Of the silence, wide sleep and solitude
Of night, at which all motion
Is beyond us, as the firmament,
Up-rising and down-falling, bares
The last largeness, bold to see.
* * *
The outer boulevards, at night, are full of snow ;
the bandits are soldiers ;
I am attacked with laughters and swords, I am robbed :
I escape, only to fall into another square.
Is it a barracks square, or the courtyard of an inn ?
So many swords ! So many lancers ! It snows !
Someone pricks me with a syringe :
it is a poison to kill me ; the head of a skeleton veiled with crepe is biting my finger.
Vague street lamps are throwing on the snow the light of my death.
* * *
A Sentimental poem
O river harbour of dark greenery.
It passed along the quay of stones,
the boat loaded with my friends ;
one only held to me his affectionate hand.
I have friends enough to fill this mountain with ants,
enough to fill with triremes an ocean - and with oarsmen.
O river harbour of dark greenery !
The boat carried less than ten of them,
they were hidden under the sail that protects the most frail,
they were protecting against me.
One only held to me his affectionate hand,
and he is not the one that I favoured,
he's the one I willingly forget.
googletube his other stuff. so funny and talented
i guess ill subscribe
im travelling out of my subscription zone
We've been waiting for you Mr. Snowman
snow you've missed out on so much good stuff!
all posted by me of course
thank you for the warm welcome and allowing me into your home, i've brought my own slippers
That's very diligent of you but you shouldn't have, really
where are our manners? somebody offer snow a cup of coffee. we have a very good machine here.
I've never tried siphoned coffee. I feel I'm too rustic for such advanced tekmology (yeah 1840s blahblahblah)
Since everyone is here, feel free to continue posting fashion-related stuff in this thread too (well, I think I'm almost the only one that did so far...), to keep things connected*, you know ? Not sure how it'll play out with the newly created Fashion thread but we'll figure something out...
Maybe keep this place for the more abstract stuff or when you want to talk about details or links beween art and fashion, fashion and architecture, or when you feel lyrical, idk... I'm sure there'll be overlaps anyway but it'd be great if this didn't become a non-fashion zone.
* Long live the rhizome
Re: dual purpose clothing
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