I just can't answer for you, only for your bones, round rulers, round nudgers, round poles, numb nubkins, the sword of sugar. I feel the skull, Mr. Skeleton, living its own life in its own skin.

Anne Sexton, The Fury Of Beatiful Bones
art Vesalio

With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.

Los vegetarianos a ultranza --y las ramas escindidas tipo Hezbolá-- son motivo de permanente irritación para cualquier chef que valga algo. La vida sin chuletas de ternera, grasa de cerdo, chorizos, carne orgánica, demi-glacé o queso apestoso no merece ser vivida. Los vegetarianos son enemigos de todo cuanto tiene de bueno el espíritu humano, una afrenta contra todo lo que yo sostengo: el puro goce de la comida.

Anthony Bourdain, Confesiones de un chef
anthony in the pic

come and see and I saw

Nick Cave - Rainy Night in Soho (live)

I've been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I've cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
But there's a light I hold before me
And you're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The gingerlady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you in my head
I'm not singing for the future
I'm not dreaming of the past
I'm not talking of the fist time
I never think about the last

Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Shane MacGowan, Rainy Night In Soho
shane & johnny in the pic

Teddy sniffing glue he was 12 years old
Fell from the roof on East Two-nine
Cathy was 11 when she pulled the plug
On 26 reds and a bottle of wine
Bobby got leukemia, 14 years old
He looked like 65 when he died
He was a friend of mine

Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died
Those are people who died, died

They were all my friends, and they died
G-berg and Georgie let their gimmicks go rotten
So they died of hepatitis in upper Manhattan
Sly in Vietnam took a bullet in the head
Bobby OD'd on Drano on the night that he was wed
They were two more friends of mine
Two more friends that died / I miss 'em--they died

Mary took a dry dive from a hotel room
Bobby hung himself from a cell in the tombs
Judy jumped in front of a subway train
Eddie got slit in the jugular vein
And Eddie, I miss you more than all the others,
And I salute you brother/ This song is for you my brother

Herbie pushed Tony from the Boys' Club roof
Tony thought that his rage was just some goof
But Herbie sure gave Tony some bitchen proof
Hey, Herbie said, Tony, can you fly?
But Tony couldn't fly . . . Tony died

Brian got busted on a narco rap
He beat the rap by rattin' on some bikers
He said, hey, I know it's dangerous,
but it sure beats Riker's
But the next day he got offed
by the very same bikers

Those are people who died, died

Jim Carroll, rip, People Who Died
jim in the pic circa basketball diaries

could you be the most beautiful girl in the world

he was a friend of mine

The clock never stops and I hate this damn phone
Somedays I wanna run from the place I call home
I guess I'm just needing some danger
Give me 3 days in bed with a stranger

We drank all our wine on the Champs Elysees
We got carried away on the banks of the Seine
Woke up on old boulevard St. Germain
Give me 3 days in bed with a stranger

You take the hard stuff it's menthols for me
I don't smoke but I do on occasions like these
Now that I've got me a French man to please
I'll have one robertino, and you can have me

I barely can wait to go back there again
With your body so warm and your face in my hands
You know how I love to meet all your demands
Give me 3 days in bed with a stranger

Holly Williams, Three Days In Bed
asia & morgan in pic

Al salir del ascensor, una chica de alterne venía hacia mí; cabello rubio desvaído y abrigo de piel de zorro con unos zapatos de tacón alto lo bastante finos como para perforarte el corazón. Unos círculos azules le rodeaban la parte inferior de los ojos negros, que había resaltado con delineador del mismo color. Parecía que alguien le hubiera pegado una paliza y que ella tuviera miedo de que le volviera a pasar. En la mano sostenía una copa de vino de tonalidad púrpura carmesí: 'Me muero por una copa', dijo al pasar ante mi en el pasillo. Su hermosura no era de este mundo. Pobre infeliz, condenada a recorrer ese pasillo durante mil años.

Bob Dylan, Crónicas Volumen 1
kate moss in the pic

...Mi cabeza ha dejado de sentirse hostigada por las voces y las caras de la gente. Estoy bien. Trato de ganarme la vida en una oficina. Sólo quedan los cuatro o cinco a los que a veces veo juntos bajo un árbol en el sendero central de una avenida cerca de mi casa. Van vestidos con abrigos de colores sobrios. Van o vienen de una boda, o de un funeral. Cuchichean entre ellos sobre mi. Ya me di cuenta. No duermen por esperarme, se les nota el desaliño. Basta que no los voltee a ver para que no me molesten. No me gusta mi cabeza con ellos ni tampoco perder la cabeza. Comienza con un mareo, un vértigo, el mundo se invierte. Se pervierte. Nadie te oye. Ni tu mismo. Nadie. Afuera todo se mueve rápido. Muy rápido. Demasiado.

Sergio González Rodríguez, El hombre sin cabeza
pic jean philippe charbonnier

There were stars in the sky
There were houses on the hill
And there were bottles of pills that were easy to buy
To keep her warm from the oncoming storm

Whiskeytown, Houses On The Hill
pic gregory crewdson

Quiero Ver - Café Tacvba

Quiero ver
tu risa todo el día
escuchar la melodía de tu voz
Quisiera ser el brillo de tus ojos
el peine que desnuda tu esplendor
la esquina que te ve cuando caminas

La forma de tus labios
y quiero ser tu último dolor
te pido que me cures esta herida
yo se muy bien que no es tu obligación
tan solo si amortiguas
mi caída será mi salvación

Prometo intentar no hacerte daño
prometo darte todo lo que yo
prometo regalarte sin reparo mi corazón

Café Tacuba, Quiero ver
asia in the pic

A solemn thing – it was – I said –
A Woman – White – to be –
And wear – if God should count me fit –
Her blameless mystery –

Emily Dickinson, 1861
art gabriel von max

Y quieres esconder tu colchón de piel
Pero cuántos hoy han dormido en él
Y cuántos más dormirán en él mañana
Y cuando entre el sol en tu habitación
Bucarás agua y jabón
Y frotarás tu piel, Miss Carrusel
Pero no servirá de nada

Versión de Nacho Vegas del tema de Townes Van Zandt Que te vaya bien, Miss Carrusel
georgia jagger in the pic