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House of Leaves - The Angel & The Devil
Jun. 8th, 2016 03:00 am
'The angel of his youth became the devil of his maturity. He went out with women when he was young, always holding something in reserve. There would always be a reason to break it off, which opened the door to a multitude of relationships. Heaven. Or so he thought. As age encroached upon his sensibilities and form, he longed for something with enough vitality to endure. But the covering cherub of his Lothario days had stayed with him and was no longer so angelic It haunted him, guarded him kept him from intimacy, promising him ash dry glory of so many toppling relationships, toppling like dominos, one after another, ad finitum, or at least until he died.'
Mark Z.Danielewski - House of Leaves (p.544).
Had another strange dream - combination of Endeavour and Ashes to Ashes (<---- specifically 'Operation Rose' which is ironic in itself). Both are cop shows, both are set in another generation ( former 1960s; later 1980s), both have Roger Allam in it. Overlapping somehow. Very odd - enough for me to pay attention to it. Roger Allam reminds me of Stratford Johns a little - wonder why the cop theme and the word 'rose' keeps coming up?
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Parts of this sounds like a mash up of Stripped, People Are People and In Your Room
In Your Room
Apr. 3rd, 2014 11:04 am
( In Your Room Lyrics )In your room...Last night, I dreamt of my old house (circa early nineties), but for irony's sake i will nickname it Grimmauld Place (I know - all the HP fans will be filled with distaste). The house was empty, save for the carpets and my old pale blue bedroom. Where time stands still....I slept on the oatmeal carpet, sun shone through the curtain-less window and I could feel the rays on my face. Will you let the morning come soon...? In this dream, I had woken and padded downstairs - to find a twin self sleeping on the hideous spiral carpet in my front room. I laid on my side, trying to reassure the twin self, who was cold and running with sweat - that everything was going to be OK. Or will you leave me lying here....? We both closed our eyes and the sun warmed our faces and the souls of our feet.
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Out of any dreams I have about the places I have lived, I only dream of this house. Not my childhood one, or the current one - I continually return here. I have mixed feelings about this place; I experienced a paradox of the emptiness of being lonely, but also the solitude of being alone. I was self-sufficient and and had the most 'unchecked' creativity there i.e. I did art that pleased me rather than other people (murals, indie music and tie-dye clothes - ah the nineties). Yet I would say that I am happier and have achieved more creatively (and more successfully) as a mature adult, where I am now. I have no yearnings to return to my twenties - in fact I would dread returning there, whether in my old house or otherwise. During the dream, I heard this song. Why do I feel that I have lost something?
Will I always be here?
( Useless )Not in brilliant mood today - DM just makes me feel better (sometimes makes me feel worse, but actually this song is really apt at the moment). Just love Dave Gahan, because he has the same teeth as I have, figuratively speaking.
Your Love Is A Deserter
May. 15th, 2012 04:42 pmOne eye in the sun, one eye in the night
Sleep tight, sleepwalk like honey, honey
When you want me, you got me where you want me again
Say it again!
If it's personal, say it again!
Crossed wires, sparking a little
Start a house fire with us in the middle
It's alright!
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Sleep tight, sleepwalk like honey, honey
When you want me, you got me where you want me again
Say it again!
If it's personal, say it again!
Crossed wires, sparking a little
Start a house fire with us in the middle
It's alright!
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
Oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh!
