Tag Archives: Nicholaus Patnaude

Some Candy Talking Illustrated

11 Feb

I’m going down to the place tonight

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To see if I can get a taste tonight

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A taste of something warm and sweet
That shivers your bones and rises to your heat

I’m going down to the place tonight
The damp and hungry place tonight

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Should all the stars shine in the sky

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They couldn’t outshine your sparkling eyes
But it’s so hard to be the one
To touch and tease and to do it all for fun
But it’s too much for a young heart to take

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Cause hearts are the easiest things you could break

And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door
I’m knee deep in myself
But I want to get more of that stuff

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Of that stuff

Some candy talking
Talk

And I want
And I want
Some candy talking

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Some candy talk

I love the way she’s walking
I love the way she’s talking
It’s just the way she’s walking
It’s just the way she’s talking

And I need
All that stuff
Give me some
Of that stuff

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I want your candy. I want your candy
And I need
Give me some
Of your stuff
Give me some
I want your candy. I want your candy.
I want your candy. I want your candy.
I want stuff

African White-Backed Vulture

4 Feb

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Stately, calm and ready for time to rip and reveal a bright new page.

Baudelaire Gift of Flowers

28 Dec

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“The Enemy”

My youth has been nothing but a tenebrous storm,
Pierced now and then by rays of brilliant sunshine;
Thunder and rain have wrought so much havoc
That very few ripe fruits remain in my garden.

I have already reached the autumn of the mind,
And I must set to work with the spade and the rake
To gather back the inundated soil
In which the rain digs holes as big as graves.

And who knows whether the new flowers I dream of
Will find in this earth washed bare like the strand,
The mystic aliment that would give them vigor?

Alas! Alas! Time eats away our lives,
And the hidden Enemy who gnaws at our hearts
Grows by drawing strength from the blood we lose!

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

Baudelaire Midnight Tears Frozen Blue

28 Dec

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“Evil Fate”

To lift a weight so heavy,
Would take your courage, Sisyphus!
Although one’s heart is in the work,
Art is long and Time is short.
Far from famous sepulchers
Toward a lonely cemetery
My heart, like muffled drums,
Goes beating funeral marches.
Many a jewel lies buried
In darkness and oblivion,
Far, far away from picks and drills;
Many a flower regretfully
Exhales perfume soft as secrets
In a profound solitude.

— William Aggeler, The Flowers of Evil (Fresno, CA: Academy Library Guild, 1954)

Pedro Paramo

10 Dec

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A spider web of perfect exactness wherein days of the dead uncoil, ripple, and resonate. Still recoiling from its barb wire precision. Read it in a sitting. I’m not saying I connected all the dots. I’ll leave that to the stars.

Nekomata

20 Nov

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If this feline jumps over the dead, it can inhabit the body. When released, this cat is five feet tall and walks upon its hind legs.

Jorōgumo

19 Nov

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Past this house with many doors, lies this whirlpool that changes women into spiders

Kappa

19 Nov

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There he was, legs straddling wide, peeping through his legs at every car and every single person as they passed. …
‘… Everything seemed so terribly gloomy that I thought I’d have a go at looking at the world the other way up. But it turns out to be just the same, after all.’

(Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, Kappa)

Film Poem: Under Evil News

12 Nov

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National Insecurity
BY TOMAS TRANSTRÖMER

The Under Secretary leans forward and draws an X
and her ear-drops dangle like swords of Damocles.

As a mottled butterfly is invisible against the ground
so the demon merges with the opened newspaper.

A helmet worn by no one has taken power.
The mother-turtle flees flying under the water.

Film Poem: Drawn’

12 Nov

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Not Waving but Drowning
BY STEVIE SMITH

Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he’s dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
(Still the dead one lay moaning)
I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.