Drinking Beer With Patsy Cline Up in Heaven
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Remembering Patsy: September 8, 1932 – March 5, 1963
Drinking Beer With Patsy Cline Up in Heaven
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Halloween Pin Ups
Monday, September 17, 2012
Unknown Beauty
I found it here and it put me in mind of the poem below.

UNKNOWN BEAUTY
She is sweet like my heart,
She is fragrant like my soul,
As sparkling as my eyes,
Tender and gentle
And lush like my sweet dreams;
As intense as my desires
She seizes my deep Self
In flames of pleasing pains,
In glows of unfulfilled desires
And I shudder within in poetic riots.
She is noble within like gold
And dazzles like diamond
In smooth black exterior;
She is all smiles like flowers,
All tender moods like full-moon
And inviting charm inside;
She rouses soul from deep slumber
To streaks of fresh light
That seeks to stream from far horizons;
New worlds open up
Where blend desires in mad dance
And hearts sing heart to heart.
Though unknown beauty,
I know her in every single fibre,
All inside and outside like my Self
As she indeed knows me;
I feel her entreaties from her eyes,
I hear her desires from her heart;
She speaks in silence and calls in shyness
And rouses sharp pangs of sweet desires.
She is an angel in her shyness,
She is an angel in her silence,
She is an angel in her desires
And an angel in her feminine softness
And liquid young fragrance
That visit my soul in joyous dreams;
She melts in my eyes
And streams to my heart
And seizes my soul,
She speaks from a pleasing halo
Where like a living sacred deity,
She spreads her charms deep to my Self.
She is calm in the eye of desires’ storm,
She is still while heart shouts for warmth;
Warmth calls warmth and desire meets desire
And we both meet in cool still distance.
The unknown beauty somehow attuned to my self,
I seek her and she me in unknown bond.
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Evelyn De Morgan, 1855-1919
The De Morgan Foundation

Helen of Troy (1898)

Medea (1889)

Dryad (1884-5)

Saturday, August 18, 2012
Audrey Hepburn

"Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering - because you can't take it in all at once."

"The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives the passion that she shows. The beauty of a woman grows with the passing years."

"The most important thing is to enjoy your life - to be happy - it's all that matters."

"I never think of myself as an icon. What is in other people's minds is not in my mind. I just do my thing."
All quotes from BrainyQuotes
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
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Sunday, August 5, 2012
Alfonsina Storni - Sweet Torture

My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands;
Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied
How much sweet torture quietly suffered,
When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness,
She who knows the tricks, I passed the days
kissing the two hands that stifled my life
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Auguste Rodin (1840-1917)

The Kiss

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