can't remember if i've ever posted the Purple Tape, but i've been re-listening and it is fitting my mood perfectly right now, and it has the prettiest version of Here Comes Your Man.

Sometimes it's easy to get overwhelmed by imagery, there are so many sites around whose sole purpose it is to bombard you with pretty pictures. It's literally a relief to find sites out there that are focussed on content and information and perspective and words. -Benah

images: Henri Matisse, Landscape at Collioure, Helen Frankenthaler, Spring Bank, 1974, Henri Matisse, Interior with a Young Girl Reading

quietly

that evening in some alleyway bar. the hour was a sigh of relief, carrying with it the space to think or to just be; which ever your flavour. cocteau twins was playing off an ipod, echoing the sense of heartache and lovesickness and casual romance quite perfectly. the bartender quietly going about his business, pulling no gimmicks- apart from the free bowl of bar snacks. and there we were, perched at the bar, snacking, talking life and memories and people and other things I can no longer recall. but it had the air of something important, and i remember we were waiting as much as we were content in just being. (i wonder if that is what NOW is always fraught with anyway) to my right a guy, alone, sipping a beer: tattoos, shaved head, shirt buttoned all the way up, some kind of thug. quietly going about his beer and thoughts - eyes forward: the wall, the jars of snacks, the menus. not there for anybody, not there for anything at all it seemed, except the beer and the cocteau twins and the space to gather quietly.

discern

um. The Breeders. bored. bum. whiskeystoned. fortunately gone.

stuck in a dream. discerning the difference but it's a fuck ton more interesting

NOW. un-royal and empty and supremely cosmic and BORED

what's happening in my internal world - a dreamstate, a light without a switch, made up of memories

eyes open or eyes shut, the magic of dreamstate always speaking to our external reality thru

memories: the free radicals: the electric dots of energy echoing round a black mass

swimming with no particular pattern, bumping into one another as they go along in their wild way, perhaps interdependant but lightyears beyond anything our intellect can comprehend just yet

co-existing - we are all on this web, effected/ing each other

I am you, you are me

I am thinking something not of my own accord but bcause somebody somewhere has thought it before.

what is a memory but a sum of NOWs experienced.

mushroom magic

Isn't this trippy Romance Was Born editing fantastic! Reminds me of my walk to work this morning ~ passed by a wee pine forest and on this particular dewey occasion, after the cold snap, i saw BUNCHES OF GIGANTIC AMANITAS dotted amongst the forest floor. Did you know this is supposedly where the concept of presents under the Christmas Tree comes from - because magic mushrooms like to grow in bark and pine, they're often found underneath pine trees. They were spectacular. I was so tempted to pick them all but I didn't have a bag on me other than my little leather purse........ planned to grab them on my way home but when I went by they'd all been taken! Oh well. Last time I drank amanitas they made me quite ill anyway. My ex ended up sleepwalking several times in the night, and he'd also filled up a whole bucket with water from the tap outside and dumped the water in the hallway....... he didn't remember doing a thing. Our mate reckoned it was a subconscious act of 'cleansing'. Ah, the magic of the amanita.

Mushroom Magic: Romance Was Born SS13 -editing by Margaret of Shine By Three, see them all here

artwork:

pink marble via Wild at Heart
Oblivion by Minna Gilligan

reservoir dogs

Gems by BONUI

ALAIA LUX by Ixchel Lara

~ synchronicities are the currency, they are my compass ~

sitting on the balcony turning to stone. hot Autumn sun. cars swim by on the motorway, neighbour hangs out her washing

exchanging friendly words about that solar heat

what's this bliss! it's entirely strange! new moon eclipse cold snap coulda fooled us

i like the cold nights
i take a walk
under stars
under the motorway
up arch hill
thru to grey lynn
steam rises up off the land like hot toast

cries in the other room...........a child's, sweet kinda cry

pineapple sage tea picked from the garden and skyping my parents

don't have pictures but this was the recipe:

Pineapple Sage Tea
(Spring or bottled water is used so as not to overpower the delicate pineapple flavor with any water-related aftertaste)
1 quart spring water
½ cup packed fresh pineapple sage leaves
3 T honey
1 lemon or lime
Bring water just to a boil and pour over the sage leaves. Stir in honey and lemon or lime juice to taste. Steep tea for approximately 20 minutes. Bring to a boil and then strain into mugs.

the dark of the moon

:::::::::::::::a Black Sun:::::::::: an invisible point in space that functions in direct counterpart to our solar body.

" Although things are obsessively solar (yang) here, there must be a corresponding lunar (yin) system that relates to our solar system. I drew pictures of another center that was an exact counterpart to the sun, but invisible, ruler of the nighttime consciousness, the esoteric spiritual center of the universe we inhabit. I imagined that this strong feminine center was available and accessible to those of us who were waking up to the Goddess in our time. -Vicki Noble, Shakti Woman

The lunar consciousness. The hidden, beautiful things not before seen.

Seen a lot of bad trips coming and I've been on a few
Got a nightmare premonition that you're real bad news
Behind your looks there's another side nobody sees

So tell me, tell me babe
Why are you killing me

i wonder

figures by ?? graphics by Tim Colmant - whose Tumblr i thoroughly enjoyed scrolling thru!

love this man.

HEY MIA Ngahuia told me you and Vince were going to see Rodriguez at Vector? Did you make it in the end? WAS HE INCREDIBLE if so xxx

hook ups

there is a new animated series called Hook Ups written by Jessica Hansell aka Coco Solid. it is so LOLrad! "the series follows twins Kowhai and Monty Hook 'trying to make it big in the cut-throat suburb of Aroha Bridge' with their band Hook Ups."

watch the first episode here

tell it like it is

Following last night's antix it's been a low-key leaning to Nina sort of day. Fell asleep on Kate's floor in that kitschy old villa of hers, all make-up and clothes and a headful of intense dreams. 

"This will be a big month, for we are in the middle of eclipse season, with three eclipses occurring in the space of only four weeks." 

Went to bStreet which was pretty rad dude, a Karangahape Rd block party that had us hop-skip-jumping between different venues to catch the different bands, running into familiar faces along the way, highlight for me was The Drab Doo-Riffs (so much gusto, the band and crowd alike, they remind me of a terrific B-grade horror from the 70s or something).  

"Eclipses are important to watch, for they are capable of creating massive change. They provide a layer over all the planetary activity that is happening in the sky and they work on their own timetable, the reason that what they bring up often seems sudden or unexpected." 

Hanging out at Cosmic Corner with the crazy kids eyeing up the legal highs (nearly bought some Stargate! The guy behind the counter was fucked up on 6 of them and eventually talked me out of buying some even though he could barely stand up properly) sort of a better Big Day Out or something. 

"We are equal to what we want."

And the night was full of many surprises. 

quotes: Susan Miller and Sphinx & the Milkyway

savages

This album couldn't come at a better time, having had Closer on serious rotation lately, could do with some new dark energetic angsty-ness.

So many skinny pretty girls around
Honestly, I just wanna go down
Try to pretend there's nothing wild
Why do you treat yourself so bad

City's full of
City's full of 
City's full of  
Skinny pretty love

--City's Full


and the intro to this clip is pretty awesome too.

atmosphere

This is what happens when you get stoned:


1. You sleep through your alarm, waking up awfully late, leaving you with no more than 10 minutes to fling some clothes on and call a taxi

2. You curse yourself for making life even more difficult than it already is

3. You arrive at work 20 minutes late, which is not so bad even if you spent the last hour-and-a-half in ultimate stress mode

4. You look ridiculous for the rest of the day in the 5-minute ensemble you've literally flung on yourself

5. You arrive back home realising you've LOCKED YOUR KEYS INSIDE THE HOUSE



The End.

be a body

Fuck pretty

know some body 

smoke their fine energy cigar

aged in bathed in

experience

inhale and picture

the tiny fibrous details

of their being
 

a composition of memories

seasoned pigment of

pearls on a string

carefully arranged / folly arranged (by who?)

culminating

always culminating in

divine velocity: a body. husk of movement. being. them-ness. essence.

breathe in all that themness

aged of chaos, of harmony

soaked in and sweat out

by cells of them other's skin

  

it's yours too now

to do away with as you please

and to remember

if u will -

you are it-reincarnating

toys

It's time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old

 

"I aimed to create an environment within the garments, acting as a shelter, which the buying costumer has no need for." Bethany Williams, Roofless

 

the smiths, reel around the fountain


hackney farm


cosmo macdonald





roofless



bethany williams

                        

dusen dusen - david hockney - blustin design -  hanna konola - michael van der ham - nathalie du pasquier -

"I looked around and people's faces were distorted...lights were flashing everywhere..the screen (sheets) at the end of the room had three or four different films on it at once, and the strobe light was flashing faster than it had been...the band, the Grateful Dead, was playing but I couldn't hear the music...people were dancing...someone came up to me and I shut my eyes and with a machine he projected images on the back of my eyelids (I really think this happened...I asked and there was such a machine)...and nothing was in perspective, nothing had my touch of normalcy or reality...I was afriad, because I honestly thought that it was all in my mind, and that I had finally flipped out.
I sought a person I trusted, stopping and asking people what was happening...mostly they laughed, not believing that I didn't know. I found a man I knew not very well but with whom I felt simpatico from the first time we met. I asked him what was happening, and if it was all me, and he laughed and held me very close and told me that the Kool-Aid had been 'spiked' and that I was just beginning my first LSD experience...and not to be afraid, but to neither accept nor reject...to always keep open, not to struggle or try to make it stop. He held me for a long time and we grew closer than two people can be...our bones merged, our skin was one skin, there was no place where we could separate, where he stopped and I began. This closeness is impossible to describe in any but melodramatic terms...still, I did feel that we had merged and become one in the true sense, that there was nothing that could separate us, and that it had meaning beyond anything that had ever been. (Note, a year and two months later...three months...I later read about 'imprint' and that it was possible that we could continue to be meaningful to each other no matter what circumstances...I think this true...the person in question remains very special in my life, and I in his, we share something that will last. Oh hell! There's no way to talk about that without sounding goopy.)"

Tom Wolfe, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test