My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun,
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And on some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet will I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love is rare
As she belied with false compare.
Posted on Tuesday, 2 April
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun - Shakespeare 1609
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again;
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth
will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says the heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help, heart.
Posted on Monday, 4 March
Head, Heart; by: Lydia Davis; 2007
Posted on Friday, 1 March
15 days till Spring Breakers is released in NY and LA and 22 days till it’s released nationwide!!
In reality everything is beautiful in this world when one reflects: everything except what we think or do ourselves when we forget our human dignity and the higher aims of our existence
Posted on Wednesday, 13 February
“The Lady with the Dog” - Anton Chekhov