To welcome Fire Bird to this the House of Future and Past…

…Finlands, nay, Helsinki's response to Tom Waits, singing about his boots, which cost a grand.

Hope you enjoy, Fire Birdy girl.

I'm doing e's

(but only because Signs made me)



See - there,
there, where the yew tree bends,
the street ends,
there where the creek, the green,
the sweetness -

there we’ll never meet,
we’ll never be there,
never.
We’ll never remember
these trees, these streets,
never the green sweetness,
never the “remember, when we”,
we’ll never. Never. Yet
yes, there,
there where the streets the trees the sweetness the green -
there remember me.

Remember me?
Here, the desert weeps, bereft, endless.

Sever me.
(Keep me.)
Remember me.
(Delete me.)

A Portrait of the Artist in Six Words, Courtesy of Dr But Why?

Anna MR - A small number of large experiences.

This Post Is About Orgasms, Take Two, aka The Second Coming. The Anniversary Edition, Including the Final and Ultimate Truth on the Matter at Hand.

Ognuno sta solo sul cuor della terra
trafitto da un raggio di sole:
ed è subito sera.

(Salvatore Quasimodo)

(The author of this blog would like to thank all her siblings-and-partners-in-crime, who came and exposed themselves, so beautiful, so naked, so poignant, so funny, so brilliant. Thank you. You made my earth move, you changed my life.

She would also like to point out that the idea for an anniversary post was put into her head by someone else. Bloody poets.)