Waldemar Hansson

I Love Lykke Li

Swans

These were from beloved Bobby, after I spent the night high off my face in the emergency ward. He was the unfortunate fool who stayed on the phone to me throughout the whole process. And then had enough kindness and love left over to send me his beautiful paper swans with messages on each one. Plus a million texts. Plus a hundred phone calls. He's a dear one to me.

Dear, dear, dear.

Brooke Shaden

Brooke Shaden has a piece of my heart.

Cat Ballou

 It was Dad who arrived home one weekend, having gathered some movies to keep us entertained in the rainy weather, and my bro, sis and I sat riveted in front of Cat Ballou. Word! I sing this to myself in moments of self-doubt, and pretty soon, I'm pepped-up and strutting round with an imaginary holster on my hip. Definitely an alter ego.



Emails with Anna

Beloved Anna sent me a long email today, and within it she had placed these little beauties:

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware...

(Henry Miller)

Your task is not to seek for love,

but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself

that you have built against it.

(Rumi)

I hear bells ringing that no one has shaken,

inside "love" there is more joy than we know of,

rain pours down, although the sky is clear of clouds,

there are whole rivers of light.

The universe is shot through in all parts by a single sort of love.

(Kabirdas 1398-1438)

It isn't necessary that you leave home.

Sit at your desk and listen.

Don't even listen, just wait.

Don't wait, be still and alone.

The whole world will offer itself to you to be unmasked,

it can do no other,

it will writhe before you in ecstasy.

(Franz Kafka)

How wonderful! How wonderful! All things are perfect just as they are.

(Buddha)

Don’t seek, don’t search, don’t ask, don’t knock, don’t demand- relax.

If you relax, it comes.

If you relax, it is there.

If you relax, you start vibrating with it.

(Osho)

Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary.

All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.

We are the ones we have been waiting for.

(Hopi elders)

Jerry and Iman, 1988

They don't make em' like this anymore. Via the incomparable Sighs and Whispers.

An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Hi! So.
Please ignore the bloody awful sexism of the above quote - (by one Paul Vallery, the shcmuck!)... I love the quote, nonetheless.
I've received emails (EMAILS, folks), from followers of this blog... and they say that they'd appreciate to hear a little more of the actual facts of my life. The cheek of them!
So. Here you go.
I love art. I'm a dancer. Last time I cooked anything, I ended up in the freaking Burns Ward. I don't care for folks who do jobs they dislike... but I do jobs I dislike. I'm a complete contradiction in terms. I want a guy I can leap on, but I want him to ask me first ... blugh!! I want to wear heels all the time, but when I come home, I sit on the steps and take them off and berate myself that I ever bought them in the first place. I don't understand why I cant wear a feather headdress, daily - because I still want to be taken seriously. I don't like philosophers. But I also love them. I've been told to find a really quiet man. I did. Twice. It drove me to drink. I'd rather be loving it up in Byron or Noosa, 9 times out of 10. I was just taken to a new bar in Brisbane tonight - it was gorgeous... I love being shown/finding new things. Cher was at her best when she was with Sonny. Sorry, she was. Why do people have to get old and weird? I fear I'm in love with the world. I also fear that this blog may be my current 'best form of expression'. That scares me because I wonder what the hell I'm doing in my spare time. Bobby and I made another blog, here. Maybe because we both have an interest in mythology and had no one to pash at the time. This may be a terrible post; an absolutely vomit worthy sharing, which you all wish I'd kept in the can of my heart. But.... that's this Doll. Tonight. Write back, Please!

More More More Stevie

Will you shut up and look at this!! This is by Richard Gray. I can't get enough.

Stevie, Rod and Bebe