jump!

from a different perspective

to ride away

THE RED BICYCLE

I wish i had a bicycle
That was red
with a basket on the front
I would ride with the wind
In my hair
And feel like I was
Free
From the responsibility of
Growing up
I would have yellow flowers
In my basket
a hot cross bun
and some worn out books
on philosophy and love
Like a student learning about
life
without paying bills
and tax
and driving a car
with a flat tire.

alittlebitofsummerloving

lots to learn in the heat.

you shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free...

in a perfect world

a tune beyond us, yet ourselves

The Man with the Blue Guitar


The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."
The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."
And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."

I cannot bring a world quite round,
Although I patch it as I can.
I sing a hero's head, large eye
And bearded bronze, but not a man,
Although I patch him as I can
And reach through him almost to man.
If to serenade almost to man
Is to miss, by that, things as they are,
Say it is the serenade
Of a man that plays a blue guitar.


by Wallace Stevens

a colourful place in my mind...

remembering

a little bit of london...