I'm generally not a red/black kind of person but I did just order this poster for my hallway (in huge subway size!)
I know it's cheezy to love Zeppelin but damn it all, I do. I can't help it. The seventh grader in me will not let it go (I stole my older brother's cds).
(I am also totally going to a Zeppelin planetarium laser show for Halloween. not lying.)
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The Moon
shines
on a cat
Meow
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SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE
There's much in the world that you can't explain.
It's revealed for you to remember
by the whispering voice of a distant train
or a midnight rain in november.
Horizon within! You can always find
the keys to Enigma. Let's mention
one basic Truth: of spirited Mind
Is Nature naught but extension.
Internal expanses! In dreams, ridden
by fear and longing you roam
that deep Southeast in your soul hidden
...on your random journey back home.
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As a native Swede, I am particularly proud of my love poetry suite Sonnets for Katie.
My Poems
My wallpaper art Babes!
Sexuality introduces Death to Being; and indeed Life simultaneously. This is the profound Myth of the Eden. The work of the Serpent. Bringing us out of "blessed" Standstill. So, in contrast to the mindless pietism of vulgar Christianity, my personal "Christo-Satanism" should be given serious thought by the Enlightened Few, the Pneumatics, the 1% Outlaws. The Light Bringer must be rehabilitated, beacause if not, the All of it simply doesn't make sense: true Catholicism is necessarily Meta Catholicism.
My philosophy
Arthur Rimbaud, Max Jacob, Saint-John Perse, René Char, Henri Michaux, Roger Kowalski, Peter Ingestad...
LE FRUIT DU CIEL
Un orage nocturne illmuna maintenant l'Amazonie, franchis les Andes, envoya des jeux de cartes gigantesques et frappantes en bas à la Pampa –
Puis: petit déjeuner à melon; café fumant!
À la bague du cigare tu lis, étonné: GÉOGRAPHIE.
My prosepoetry in French:
Poétudes
Et je traduise la poésie française en suédois:
Ordgaller
Schwarzes Birne!
Aufforderung zur Erotik.
My poetry in German:
Fremde Gedichte
Casualidad sopla la sangre
de alguno señor desconocido
durante los pocos restantes
momentos del resplandor de faroles
que se vislumbran tras el follaje
flameando de las obsesiónes
igual efimero como gotas
del cinzano de la soledad –
En aquel tiempo me levanta
dentro uno incidente avejentado
que en seguida palidece
al camouflaje de abstraccion;
chica, nadie conoce que tus grisos
ojos significan aún; con todo
el sueño que hube evacuado
tu escudriñas nuevamente.
Mi poesía aproximadamente española
My classical music blog, for the expert listeners and connaisseurs:
Eutonal
And: reciprocity: for mutual benefit, you will do me a favor promoting your own blog on mine!
The best way to do it is lining up as a Follower, since then your icon will advertise you indefinitely, and I will follow you in return. Let's forge a mighty alliance of synergy and common interest.
Yours,
- Peter Ingestad, Sweden
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