Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I want your blood. I want it in my hair.

"You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after."- Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla

Monday, November 28, 2011

Ghosts of the East Coast

Nocte surgentes
Semper in psalmis meditemur atque
Viribus totis Domino canamus
Dulciter hymos

Photographs by Julia Serena Ready. Subject: Elizabeth Ferpozzi, Location: Immaculate Conception Academy and Greenville Rhode Island, USA.

Monday, November 21, 2011

I wish I could bury myself

I wish I could bury myself beneath a church pew
Breathing in Frankincense until I die

Oh Panis Angelicus
How hard the people try

But how much longer can it be?
Until fire?
Until you and me?
Until we call out "It's been so long and still I cannot see"?
And then would you see?

If the darkness is growing 

And teary eyes are seeds,
Along the way my heart stopped knowing
That things are fine, perfect, the way they used to be

And then what I see:
All is fire
There is only you and me.

And maybe I'll call out
From beneath the pew
Buried in thoughts of me and you,
Of him and me,
Of all that used to be,

And then maybe I'd see?

I'd see through the Frankincense smoke
And the cigarette smoke
And the smoke from your pipe,
Ripe with dreams,
And I'd remember that we are all just dreams
If nothing is ever the way it seems.

There is only smoke.
Smoke from fire.
And I will not see until I die.

-Julia Ready, November 21, 2011

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Some photos from a fashion show featuring designs from one of my good highschool friends, Therese Joyce. I am so proud of you Therese! I want one of your dresses. PS I bet our houework aprons will be worth a lot of money as orginals one day!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea
-girls wreathed with seaweed red and 

Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

Friday, November 4, 2011

fast falls the evening tide

Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away;
Change and decay in all around I see;
O thou, who changest not, abide with me.