Showing posts with label Greek Mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Greek Mythology. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

I appreciate you...

Hello fair readers, it's been a while since I've legitimately contributed anything original to this space. I lost my job as The Film Permit Coordinator for The City of Miami, due to a $180 million dollar deficit at the start of October, and have spent most of my time "online" since looking for work and searching through the mire that is the interweb. I must confess I just wasn't particularly inspired to write or share anything til now, though I did do a lot of drafting, so expect an onslaught of photos from my time in Europe, music and Monty Python related posts in the near future.

I also want to take some time to thank those of you who take the time out of your day, to see if I've written any nonsense to entertain you. My brother in particular, a great guy who can be seriously silly and all too serious. I also want to thank Brian, who I just don't see enough, but whenever I do always tells me I'm a better writer than I think I am - though he's "not a fan of all the fashion stuff." I greatly appreciate it, and miss him and The Cuda. I've also got to thank the gorgeous, brilliant and kind Olivia Wolfe for being quite possibly one of the best friends a girl could have, and know we'll be friends for another 20 years. I also want to thank Richard for giving me a not-so-stern talking to about the difference between people who call themselves "artists" and those who actually are, is that artists actually produce "art"...I think. It was something along those lines, I only kind of recall it was after The Junior Boys show so things are a bit hazy.
And of course I'd like to thank those who inspire me in so many ways, that I can't even begin to list them because there are simply too many, so I'll just go all Ancient Greek and praise The Gods and of course you!




Wednesday, June 10, 2009

On Fame

Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy
To those who woo her with too slavish knees,
But makes surrender to some thoughtless boy,
And dotes the more upon a heart at ease;
She is a Gipsey,—will not speak to those
Who have not learnt to be content without her;
A Jilt, whose ear was never whisper’d close,
Who thinks they scandal her who talk about her;
A very Gipsey is she, Nilus-born,
Sister-in-law to jealous Potiphar;
Ye love-sick Bards! repay her scorn for scorn;
Ye Artists lovelorn! madmen that ye are!
Make your best bow to her and bid adieu,
Then, if she likes it, she will follow you.


-John Keats