Wild Bohemia

Sois toujours poète, même en prose.
Charles Baudelaire

If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
Leonard Cohen

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Breakfast with Lucifer. #poem
…or play? 
#music #guitar #decisions #punk
Work…
#punk #PhD #books

Daily schedule.
Morning: French press.
Afternoon: macchinetta.
Feeling lucky: espresso.

Viv Albertine of the Slits, 1980

Viv Albertine of the Slits, 1980

at the end of the day
I’m still just a little boy
who lost his soul, self and sister
in the dark, dark woods

“And I’m dancing to a scream.”

—   the Jesus and Mary Chain
reading. reading till you forget who you are.reading till your heart aches and and your eyes tear up.reading till the pages weigh down your hand and push up your soul.reading until you choke.reading.

reading. reading till you forget who you are.
reading till your heart aches and and your eyes tear up.
reading till the pages weigh down your hand and push up your soul.
reading until you choke.
reading.