A francophile. The arts and visual culture. Née à la mauvaise époque
it’s a lesson too late for the learning, made of sand, made of sand in the wink of an eye my soul is turning, in your hand, in your hand. Are you going away with no word of farewell? Will there be not a trace left behind? Well I could’ve loved you better, didn’t meant to be unkind, you know that was the last thing on my mind.
and everyone is blonde
and everyone is beautiful
and when blondes and beautiful are multiple
they become so dull and dutiful
I’ll Keep It With Mine - Bob Dylan
’the prevailing mood of melancholy and pessimism associated with the poets of the Romantic era that arose from their refusal or inability to adjust to those realities of the world that they saw as destructive of their right to subjectivity and personal freedom’
1. ‘mental depression or apathy caused by comparison of the actual state of the world with an ideal state.’
everything is so simple when you’re a kid.
and up and up…
