Sunday, July 09, 2006

Little Birds



...and then caught up by a faint fluttering across the surface of the skin or the way she touches her hand up to her nose, barely perceptible, a movement of such childlike simplicity that for a brief second he almost walks out of there, ashamed at what he might have to do... Then, as the tiny birds get released and each one strains at the silk trails, he steps back to watch her turn herself again into art, the littlebirds pulling in all directions while she, blindfolded and forcing herself into evermore beautiful configurations, succeeds only in wrapping the silk tighter and tighter...

Michael Nyman - Memorial (Soundtrack To The Cook, The Thief...)




"You get eaten alive by the perfect lover..."


Two unfortunates, locked in a death embrace in the back of a truck, the canvas drapped over their shoulders like a set dressing, both half dressed with faces half-full of rage and disbelief, both sets of hands still gripping around the throats, still heaving the air from the dead lungs and caught in a terrible stasis like a missed L-Dopa injection...

Coil - Circles Of Mania

5 comments:

Enemy of the Republic said...

I remember that movie: Cook...wow.

shepherdofsharks said...

incredible - i must see this film.

kris rzepka said...
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kris rzepka said...

loki this blog is really great; your work has such a great cross-"genre" ("fiction"/"non-fiction", linking/siting, alluding/creating) quality that i find really excellent!

who did the top photo? mmmm bum

Loki said...

not sure where i got that pic from... some starry eyed admirer no doubt... thanks for the kind words notfrog...it's dribbling along rather nicely...