#anais simon

[ilovetheater-nl]

Damiaan laat je ziel beroeren

Recensie en foto’s: Mieke van der Raay Afgelopen 3 augustus was de première van Damiaan in Scherpenheuvel, België. Het verhaal van Damiaan was voor mij niet onbekend. Als jong meisje ging ik met mijn moeder vaak naar Scherpenheuvel. Ik was toen al erg gefascineerd door de man achter Pater Damiaan. Damiaan is bij de katholieken een begrip en hoort tot de collectieve geschiedenis. In 2005 werd…

[kachowblueninja]

I love RGB siblings, or PGB too ig :))

[discoursets]

books of autumn. 🍁

[rebestie4life]

Black Cat Energy Characters

[funny-upset-clown]

she can feel herself floating in a dirty bed

she can

she can rest her pointer in the air against an imaginary wall- she can sink her finger into the phantasm of the used up night

she pulls it out and vineagar sauce covers her hands

she breathes in

and in

she gets big

breathing in

only in

while

exhales fall apart

in the air of her city

one is sweet , petal soft and cunt like

it is the breath of the lover who killed her

she becomes rotund and chipping

in a moment of freedom she grabs the bedside knife used to carve at her nectarine and plunges it into the slight rod of her forearm- dragging it up until she faints.

she can feel herself floating in a bloody bed

in the dream of her self reversal

he whispers through the fuzz of a long split tounge from beneath her stained comforter:

do u remember laying your head down in the passenger seat when i drove, do u remember dissolving and the dark blue welcome of love as annihilation - do u remember then the way i looked down on you in January? the love that ripped my corneas into broken mist that would orbit your thighs? your wrist? your wrists bound? do you remember my kiss? if you cannot i will rip my tounge from my mouth so I may never taste again- to punish the nature of my living with the limits it has shown my greatest reason or to punish the swift and eternal animus that is disappearance. for even i as i speak in the spasms of your brain, am the halfman- the soiled trail of a disappearance which i wish to punish. it is in my existence that i must live in the torment of intertious spirit, damned to stand infinitely amongst the parts of my making which rot, yet still myself ever ripe, ever identical to the moment of my ultimate realization. I am always love. and i shiver in the wait.

do you remember the shape of my thumb? do you remember the smudge on my bathroom mirror? do you remember the smell of my curtain? the hair on my knee?

[lovka-6]

Found it on the computer

There's one about me, too

I remembered what their names are all, a kind of meditation: look for a character, read their name, Ctrl + C, Ctrl + V, look for a character, read their name, Ctrl + C, Ctrl + V, look for a character....

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Price: Good morning team

Gaz: Captain ? Why do you look so tired ?

Price:: I’m fine. I was just up all night doing a very important thing.

Anais(OC): Really John ? Because I got up to get some water last night and I saw you binging a tv show at 3am.

Price: Okay yes, I did get drawn into a reality show.

Ghost: Really ? On the night before we had a big mission ?

Price: Don’t worry Ghost, I slept for fourteen minutes and had eight cups of coffee. So now I am ready to die.

Soap: I think you mean drive.

Price: That’s the one.

[asoftepiloguemylove]

Anaïs Nin A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953 / Young Royals (2021-) cr. Lisa Ambjörn, Lars Beckung, Camilla Holter

[panopticum]

2: Who got you into the band you adore now?

6: Favourite Album?

8: Songs that you could listen to forever and never get tired of?

13: Favourite lyric?

27: What song/album do you listen to when you need a pick-me-up?

40: When did music become an important factor in your life?

46: It’s 3 in the morning and you wanna DANCE. What song do you blast to the heavens?

48: All time favourite photo of the band you currently adore?

I know you probably have fun answers :3

finally getting around to this and I’m sure I will think of other answers right after posting - so it goes!

2. fave band - the Peter Gabriel thing was a total divine accident. I was out dancing at an 80s-90s music video mashup night and Sledgehammer came on. I remember hearing the opening flute riff and seeing some guy near me contort his body in sudden recognition. the first beat hit and I can only imagine this is what people feel after doing their first hit of some deadly euphoric drug. the rest is history; I felt something in my brain go *clunk* and it was game over.

6. ahhh so many over the years but right now it’s Us by Peter Gabriel. I’m a total basic bitch for a good melody and that album is full of them, not to mention extremely relatable themes around longing, connection, “am I the problem,” and more. honorable mentions go to Age of Adz and Carrie and Lowell by Sufjan Stevens, Not Even Happiness by Julie Byrne, the original Hadestown album pre-Broadway, and O True Believers by James Blackshaw.

8. soooo many PG songs. but also: O.N.E. by Yeasayer, Music for 18 Musicians by Steve Reich, Fake Empire by the National, and many more.

13. “we took the town to town last night/we kissed like we invented it”

(not sure if this counts but the “shh…listen” at the very end of Secret World, too)

27. I tend to listen to sad music when I’m sad lol. but: the Graceland album by Paul Simon is a good one. also the song Number One Fan by MUNA.

40. mmmm to keep it brief: I’ve always been a deep feeler and music felt like the one thing that could mirror that. I grew up listening to a lot of hyper-melodic music like Yanni and inventing dances to go with it. I was in band and choir all throughout high school and college and kept singing in different groups after college. now I get such a charge out of dance, karaoke, live shows, and jamming on my uke. music has also helped me remember moments in my life, i.e. the first time I heard a Julien Baker song while driving through southern Colorado in a rainstorm. like life snapshots.

46. to pick only one: Let’s Go Crazy by Prince (a previous artist hyperfixation lol)

48. this was VERY DIFFICULT ahaha but:

I just adore this photo. it captures so much I love about this goofy man. I really relate to his perfectionism and tendency to get sucked into details. I love that he’s not a do-it-in-one-take guy like Prince. he’s obsessive and kind of lost in his world. but still tries to look up and out at the rest of the world around him. plus I love that Parachute label he wore so much of in the 80s (like this jacket here). p.s. I of course wanted to post some egregious 90s photo of him but there were too many to choose from.

thanks for the asks; this was fun <3

[slightlyrebelliouswriter23]

[strawberryloveyyy]

Boygenius everyone!

...But as random trios I found in Pinterest....

[crossed-out-name]

Julia: wins bronze and looks defeated

Anais: smiles, waves and is just happy to be here :)

[dad-friend]

does anybody else wish hozier would do a cover album? like he always does such a good job of taking a song and putting it into his own style instead of just copying it, i think itd be fun to have an album of some of the covers hes done as well as some new ones

[girlbossfrankshepard]

Whenever I listen to Leonard Cohen I always wonder if he was inspiration for how Hades was written musically

[rawairdontcare]

This last lap is going to be insane!!!

[funny-upset-clown]

Lingerer

Cannot contain the mystery of the loss that does not fade, but moves with me in the direction of my growth. It is strange to consider that I may have to befriend my greatest discomfort, however even that proposition is more than any other relief. This facade I have owned like a kicked dog, which I have label me as a thing at all: one which can come and go from what has changed me, this facade blows like gas into air when day after day I notice a familiar pain, the 6 foot trip, the sudden failure of resistance to memory, and day after day the false thing of me is unprepared and furious. 

I loosely grip the knowledge that it would be wise to acquaint myself with the loss I must own. For as long as I continue to feel, I will remember what it is I will never feel again.

To know this would even have me better prepared to notice what is new that I should be refreshed to be filled with. Hope is a fish, held in minute intervals, which will whisper to me a fast fading anecdote- a prayer to nurse with all my living energy. When it writhes and escapes to the wide sea where it belongs, I write this note down, so as to not forget its mandatory blessing, for it is a miracle at all each time I squeeze its slippery scales, and for a moment ascertain angelic brutality. 

Tonight I have been operated on by guardian-like lightning, adding to me spores of sense, coated in embryo, patterned like a new species, blinding like the melancholic anchor of extinct furs. It drives me to write:

I shall learn to love what degrades all I have known, I shall learn to love the confused work of witnessing my losses, I shall learn to love what kills me, otherwise I cannot live, and I will always, one day, die. 

I name my facade and wish to walk with it no longer. It is tired and beaten, and has been confounded by who created and loved it most.

How soft am I now, as I banish my vast refusal?

How long will it really take to be without false tools?

Wishing the fish well, I reluctantly move toward sleep, bare, hopeless, but reasonably certain I will come upon something again to direct my faith in the impetus of each new sun, and cement my knowledge of its eventual leaving. Even the sun does not linger.