Suburban Lawns - “Green Eyes” (by suxulfluxus)

pitachipsandsomedietslice:

That Libra Man

mermaidvogue:

people who don’t crack their necks are missing out on LIFE

Some years ago, Werner Herzog was on an internal flight somewhere in Colorado and the plane’s landing gear wouldn’t come down. They would have to make an emergency landing. The runway was covered in foam and flanked by scores of fire engines. “We were ordered to crouch down with our faces on our knees and hold our legs,” says Herzog, “and I refused to do it.” The stewardess was very upset, the co-pilot came out from the cabin and ordered him to do as he was told. “I said, ‘If we perish I want to see what’s coming at me, and if we survive, I want to see it as well. I’m not posing a danger to anyone by not being in this shitty, undignified position.”

by Tchalai

My Brothers

They had eyes dark as night, my brothers,
As if cut in black diamond

They had moon-woven hair, my brothers,
Glistening blue in endless mist

And teeth like wolves’ teeth, my brothers,
Joyous teeth clenched tight on their hungers

The voice they had, borne it was from the stars, 
Fascinating and misunderstood

the hands they had, fearsome hands, my brothers,
And the world was drunk at their fingertips

Gone are they on all the paths, my brothers,
They were warm like fire, and fresh like the wind

Let me touch your hair your brow your lips, 
Scrutinize the palms of your hands

I’m only searching for my brothers everywhere around,
To live is to know how to love

Gone they are on all the paths, my brothers,
But in every mirror, I find them again!


In the Beginning…

In the beginning was one word, 
And this word was ROM
and this word was in the Rom
All that came
came from this word
came from this Rom

… …

That which people know is this:
That we are the Rom
That we roam along the roads
accomplishing our Tzigane things
and sleeping out of doors at night

… …

That which people do not know…
Land of the culture of old!
India! Where is thy sun?
Covered with the smoke of centuries 
We have lost thee left thee behind!
Countries and sovereigns were changing all around…
Roads wagons and horses go by
Through meadows sands and woodland…
O history! Like in the cauldron
Where peoples are cooked 
You have thrown the Tzigane family!
You have burnt their heart in the fore…

Leska Manush
Department of Linguistics
Institute of Social Sciences
USSR Academy of Sciences