~The Picture of Dorian Gray~
~The Picture of Dorian Gray~
Time to embrace your darker side… Due to September’s timely demise I have now awoken and feel inspired during this October, my favorite month of the year. Join me for pre-Samhain bits on the creepier wit and beauty side, full of Art, poetry, words and images to make the tummy twinge and the nickers moist, in more ways than one, along with the eternal desires October brings every year. May this be a magical, mysterious month for all the Wit children….
Art = Guardian by Pat Kochakji
A high moment listening to Ima Sumac. The voice has all the richness, beauty, and range of a mythical woman. It does not seem humanly credible. She sings like a siren, a bird, an angel, some seductive chant never heard before, high and low, fragile and strong. With all that, she has the exotic beauty of a legendary figure. I could imagine her in Peru, but not accept that she is married to a composer and now sings his Hollywood-type arrangements in a night club.
~ Anais Nin, Fall 1952, The Diary of Anais Nin Volume 5
seeing how the app for WordPress is working…
Unfortunately this is the third try uploading a picture from my iPad …
And it shut off again… Anyone with advice on why this fucking thing isn’t working will be appreciated. I reloaded app which has helped. At least WordPress opens and I can view notifications etc.
Ps: need the stick it to the front page option on app!
Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing.
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without style.
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art.
Bullfighting can be an art.
Boxing can be an art.
Loving can be an art.
Opening a can of sardines can be an art.
Not many have style.
Not many can keep style.
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.
When Hemingway put his brain to the wall with a shotgun, that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style.
Joan of Arc had style.
John the Baptist.
I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of dong, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in the pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.
~Charles Bukowski, Tale of Ordinary Madness
Baseball fan I don’t claim to be…I won’t even try, though I’ve enjoyed a game or two in my time…
In need of a laugh (and while perusing Alphabet Juice by Roy Blount Jr.) I open to the word “malapropism” which isn’t really defined but can be rendered as a “wit-icism” quite naturally…or not… It is essentially an incorrect word used in place of a word, resulting in an utterance that makes no sense (yet does) in a humorous way. Thanks Wikipedia…
Yogi Berra, of baseball fame, is listed in Blount’s book as a classic candidate for having perfected the art of creating malapropisms…
“If you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
The next time you talk with somebody, try to listen with every part of your body, not just your intellect. Let you breath be slow and full as you take in whatever that person has to say, however she needs to say it. Try not to compete, to prove wrong, to dominate, or to redirect. Savor the person’s unique pitch and rhythm. Listen for what’s being revealed and for what’s being veiled.
~ Jeff Davis, The Journey from the Center of the Page
Love Jane and Serge…
Originally posted on Just Under the Surface:
“My mother was right: When you’ve got nothing left, all you can do is get into silk underwear and start reading Proust.” ~Jane Birkin
Lovely, spirited, bohemian Jane Birkin (with Serge Gainsbourg)
FRANCE – CIRCA 1960: Portrait of Jane Birkin, taken in the Sixties. (Photo by REPORTERS ASSOCIES/Gamma-Keystone via Getty Images)
and time for love.
That leaves no other time.
~ Coco Chanel
A whole week. Barely.
My feet take me around
but I forget why.
Mouth’s been to the dentist.
Hands don’t read my head.
Ears ring the telephone.
Moon’s knocked to one side
and I choke in fluids.
Eventually, they tell me,
The yelling quiets down
inside, but it takes
a while. It takes a while.
Words – Vi Gale
Image – thenletitbe.tumblr.com
Questions that currently remain: Will Daenerys ever get off that dragon? What’s Jon Snow going to fucking do with all those Wildling people ( like, feed them how? Where will they sleep tonight? Etc. ) Will that wicked queen remain in her perfect accommodations? And will someone, someone!, just finally kill that red haired priestess witch before she kills another innocent person to serve her lord of light? (Perfect example of why religious fanatics shouldn’t run countries, wars, or anything for that matter…)
Winter is Coming…
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
– The Guest House, Rumi
Thank you to all new followers. I love you all. 991 as of this moment. So grateful to all. Thank you.
The Wit Continuum
Painting by Rothko
Natalie Dormer, Lena Headey, Carice van Houten, Emilia Clarke, Sophie Turner, Maisey Williams, Gwendoline Christie
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
There is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
The world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
Doesn’t make sense.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
And the one great turning, our souls
Are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
~~from A Great Wagon by Rumi
Pattie Boyd… Classically iconic, and so 60s…
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained. – Mark Twain
Une femme s’invite dans mon esprit…
A woman calls in my mind…
My genial spirits fail;
And what can these avail
To lift the smothering weight from off my breast?
It were a vain endeavour,
Though I should gaze for ever
On that green light that lingers in the west:
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
From Dejection: An Ode by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Images: Flaunt Magazine, David Bellemere; Flair Magazine, Ryan McGinley; AnOther Magazine; Material Girl Magazine, Courtney Vogler
A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portals!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren’t enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl.
A man who writes knows too much,
such spells and fetiches!
As if erections and congresses and products
weren’t enough; as if machines and galleons
and wars were never enough.
With used furniture he makes a tree.
A write is essentially a crook.
Dear love, you are that man.
Never loving ourselves,
hating even our shoes and our hats,
we love each other, precious, em>precious.
Our hands are light blue and gentle.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
But when we marry,
the children leave in disgust.
There is too much food and no one left over
to eat up all the weird abundance.
Love her Neverdoll series…
Christopher Catesby Harington
born December 26, 1986
Works include: Series Game of Thrones, Movies Pompeii, How to Train Your Dragon 2, Testament of Youth
Wit’s favorite quote (sort of about the fear of heights): “Just being on cliffs. Even if I’m on the inside of the mountain I still feel like, ‘What if I just wheel the car off the thing?’ It’s the fear of jumping, isn’t it? It’s not the fear of the height, it’s the fear of jumping. It’s the same next to train tracks and things.
It’s like when you’re on stage in the middle of a play, and it’s a children’s play, and sometimes your head just goes, ‘I could say FUCK right now really loudly.’ It’s the same thing. I find it very interesting. It’s your brain playing little tricks with you.”
I know just what he means…
Image: British GQ Magazine, January 2014
by Peggy Sirota
Clarice Lispector, 1922-1977, was a Brazilian writer, described as the most important Jewish writer since Franz Kafka. She wrote novels and short stories and was also a part-time beauty columnist with a penchant for Chanel suits. Originally born in what is now the Ukraine, her family fled the Russian civil war and emigrated to Brazil. She studied law and eventually married a Brazilian diplomat.
Her novels include Near to the Wild Heart and The Passion According to G.H.
Yellow macron photo via Theadora Brack