there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?

” Bluebird”  by Charles Bukowski

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If sex is the most powerful of human desires

then he was indeed the King.  If passion could ever be an understatement….

My new-found diversion is Elvis baby.

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According to ARTnews writer Phoebe Hoban, a ‘Seventies Sensibility‘  is lurking in the art world. Especially in New York, where recently, numerous exhibitions have alluded to the decade.  It should come as no surprise then that the MoMA is currently showcasing the works of Sanja Ivekovic, past to present. If there is a good reason to reference the 70’s, and Mrs. Hoban does a wonderful job of listing a few, Sanja Ivekovic is it; her work carries an awareness that is relevant to current events and a message that is worth the nostalgia. See for yourself. *(at the MoMA until March 2012)

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Dedicated to my visual affinities.

A mosaic of images running through the web but also my thoughts, my dreams and my reality.

Lolita Breathe.  One Love.  Please visit here.

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Yet so the universe was wrought.
Thought is another name for fate;
Choose then thy destiny and wait,
For love brings love and hate brings hate.

- Henry Van Dyke

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