Amy Winehouse

[Diana Moon Glampers]

[SadLuckDame]

me too

[judih]

even the morning after:

impossible shock waves
slender nightingale
alone in death


shalom Amy Winehouse
july 24/2011

[stilltrucking]

'To drink of Earth’s too sweet,
and Love’s nets are too fine.
But may my name be seen
in the students’ books in time,

and, let them smile, secretly,
on reading my sad story…
if I can’t have love, if I can’t have peace,
grant me a bitter glory'

http://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITB ... matova.htm

[SadLuckDame]

Baby Driver by Jan Kerouac

At twilight, a long procession of little boys filed solemnly up to our hut. The first carried a tiny empty coffin on his head. I was lighting the lamps as they stared at me in awe and whispered to each other. The sepulchral hush was shattered as John reluctantly drove down the nails. Then they carried her away.

When the rains came I got sad for the first time. I thought of my poor baby in the ground being inundated, under the banana palms where she was buried. With the rains came also an aching flow of milk, and the name of Natasha, but it was too late for that.

...a wild menagerie of souls all mourning my Natasha, and the rain fell in torrents, a deafening din pounding on every broad leaf and fern.

[stilltrucking]

Another book that got away from me. I have a tendency to give away books I like. I sometimes think about her as Iphigenia.