torsdag den 3. juni 2010
torsdag den 20. maj 2010
lørdag den 15. maj 2010
tirsdag den 11. maj 2010
lørdag den 8. maj 2010
tirsdag den 27. april 2010
fredag den 23. april 2010
onsdag den 21. april 2010
søndag den 18. april 2010
Desert Of Wasted Plans by Betting on the Mouse
Video Credits
Directed by: Sara Laub and Jasper Spanning
DOP: Jasper Spanning
Producer: Sune Rodt
Edited by: Thomas Daneskov
Gaffer: Jonas Palsgård
Camera Assistant: Jens Rasmussen
Grip: Rune A. Egegaard
Costumes: Lea Paulsen
Makeup: Stella Gelardi Malfilâtre
Production: Thomas Persson, Simon Iversen, Arne Grønbæk
Idea and concept : LaubSkou+Spanning
Etiketter:
Betting on the Mouse,
BOTM,
music video
tirsdag den 9. marts 2010
Edgar Allan Poe
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand --
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep -- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?.
Etiketter:
dreams,
Edgar allan poe,
poetry
tirsdag den 2. marts 2010
onsdag den 24. februar 2010
spring
Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!
~Thomas Blackburn
tirsdag den 23. februar 2010
fredag den 19. februar 2010
torsdag den 18. februar 2010
tirsdag den 16. februar 2010
BLEEDING
by May Swenson
Stop bleeding said the knife
I would if I could said the cut.
Stop bleeding you make me messy with the blood.
I'm sorry said the cut.
Stop or I will sink in farther said the knife.
Don't said the cut.
The knife did not say it couldn't help it but
it sank in farther.
If only you didn't bleed said the knife I wouldn't
have to do this.
I know said the cut I bleed too easily I hate
that I can't help it I wish I were a knife like
you and didn't have to bleed.
Well meanwhile stop bleeding will you said the knife.
Yes you are a mess and sinking in deeper said the cut I
will have to stop.
Have you stopped by now said the knife.
I've almost stopped I think.
Why must you bleed in the first place said the knife.
For the same reason maybe that you must do what you
must do said the cut.
I can't stand bleeding said the knife and sank in farther.
I hate it too said the cut I know it isn't you it's
me you're lucky to be a knife you ought to be glad about that.
Too many cuts around said the knife they're
messy I don't know how they stand themselves.
They don't said the cut.
You're bleeding again.
No I've stopped said the cut see you are coming out now the
blood is drying it will rub off you'll be shiny again and clean.
If only cuts wouldn't bleed so much said the knife coming
out a little.
But then knives might become dull said the cut.
Aren't you still bleeding a little said the knife.
I hope not said the cut.
I feel you are just a little.
Maybe just a little but I can stop now.
I feel a little wetness still said the knife sinking in a
little but then coming out a little.
Just a little maybe just enough said the cut.
That's enough now stop now do you feel better now said the knife.
I feel I have to bleed to feel I think said the cut.
I don't I don't have to feel said the knife drying now
becoming shiny.
Etiketter:
may swenson,
poetry
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