I spent most of my time in Bulgaria sight seeing with Raya and relaxing on the beach, but I also had some time to purchase some new stuff. After living in Norway for 21 years it's a pleasure going abroad once in a while to do some shopping.
Saturday, 28 June 2008
Daddy by Sylvia Plath
Daddy
You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor and white,Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.You died before I had time---Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,Ghastly statue with one gray toeBig as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish AtlanticWhere it pours bean green over blueIn the waters off the beautiful Nauset.I used to pray to recover you.Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish townScraped flat by the rollerOf wars, wars, wars.But the name of the town is common.My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.So I never could tell where youPut your foot, your root, I never could talk to you.The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.Ich, ich, ich, ich,I could hardly speak.I thought every German was you.And the language obscene
An engine, an engine, Chuffing me off like a Jew.A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.I began to talk like a Jew.I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true.With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luckAnd my Taroc pack and my Taroc packI may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been sacred of you,With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.And your neat mustacheAnd your Aryan eye, bright blue.Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You----
Not God but a swastikaSo black no sky could squeak through.Every woman adores a Fascist,The boot in the face, the bruteBrute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,In the picture I have of you,A cleft in your chin instead of your footBut no less a devil for that, no notAny less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.I was ten when they buried you.At twenty I tried to dieAnd get back, back, back to you.I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,And they stuck me together with glue.And then I knew what to do.I made a model of you,A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.And I said I do, I do.So daddy, I'm finally through.The black telephone's off at the root,The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two---The vampire who said he was youAnd drank my blood for a year,Seven years, if you want to know.Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heartAnd the villagers never liked you.They are dancing and stamping on you.They always knew it was you.Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor and white,Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Daddy, I have had to kill you.You died before I had time---Marble-heavy, a bag full of God,Ghastly statue with one gray toeBig as a Frisco seal
And a head in the freakish AtlanticWhere it pours bean green over blueIn the waters off the beautiful Nauset.I used to pray to recover you.Ach, du.
In the German tongue, in the Polish townScraped flat by the rollerOf wars, wars, wars.But the name of the town is common.My Polack friend
Says there are a dozen or two.So I never could tell where youPut your foot, your root, I never could talk to you.The tongue stuck in my jaw.
It stuck in a barb wire snare.Ich, ich, ich, ich,I could hardly speak.I thought every German was you.And the language obscene
An engine, an engine, Chuffing me off like a Jew.A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen.I began to talk like a Jew.I think I may well be a Jew.
The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true.With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luckAnd my Taroc pack and my Taroc packI may be a bit of a Jew.
I have always been sacred of you,With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo.And your neat mustacheAnd your Aryan eye, bright blue.Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You----
Not God but a swastikaSo black no sky could squeak through.Every woman adores a Fascist,The boot in the face, the bruteBrute heart of a brute like you.
You stand at the blackboard, daddy,In the picture I have of you,A cleft in your chin instead of your footBut no less a devil for that, no notAny less the black man who
Bit my pretty red heart in two.I was ten when they buried you.At twenty I tried to dieAnd get back, back, back to you.I thought even the bones would do.
But they pulled me out of the sack,And they stuck me together with glue.And then I knew what to do.I made a model of you,A man in black with a Meinkampf look
And a love of the rack and the screw.And I said I do, I do.So daddy, I'm finally through.The black telephone's off at the root,The voices just can't worm through.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two---The vampire who said he was youAnd drank my blood for a year,Seven years, if you want to know.Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heartAnd the villagers never liked you.They are dancing and stamping on you.They always knew it was you.Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
Home is nice, nice is boring
Okay, I have to admit it's been nice coming home after all the exam pressure and stress. But when home is an island on the westcoast of Norway with 5000 people, it's only gonna be a small matter of time before it gets boring! That's why I'm leaving for Trondheim to visit Camilla tomorrow!! Sooooo excited to see my best friend again:D Bringing my jogging sneakers, ipod and camera of course!
Friday, 27 June 2008
Quote of the day
The greatest lesson of my life has been to recognise that I am solely responsible for it and not to live my life to please other people, but to do what my heart says all the time. The other lesson is, not only do you have the right to do whatever you want, you have the right to change your mind, too."
Oprah Winfrey (faktisk!)
Oprah Winfrey (faktisk!)
2nd hand bargains
The size of the bag is perfect! I love the scarfs colour combination!
I fell in love with this picture the sec I saw it! I'm gonna bring it back to England
I always find loads of bags I love. Both of these are cool, great to wear when I'm going out dancing! I'm not sure if the blue bag might be a bit too bright... A bit less neon and a bit more royal blue would be more my style...
All in all I paid £7 for all of this! I'm quite pleased:D
What is wrong with the world?
Seriously, we're so self destructive! Supermodel Karolina Kurkova (yes the one that does Victoria's Secret) did a runwayshow in Brazil and was called too fat to be a model. She is gorgeous for fucks sake!!! and she looks a million times better than the heroin wreck Kate Moss.
It's the fashion business, I don't care who wear the clothes. It's about the design, not the models. I dont care how they look on the model, I care how they look on me when I try them on in the store! I dont buy the "the clothes look better on skinny models" argument, its a fucked up industry...
Todays purchase...
I just burned off way too much money on a new camera from Nikon. After my dear, but very drunk friend, dropped my last camera on the dancefloor in Po Na Na in April I havent been able to take any photos. That's def gonna change now! Yeeei! I'm so excited, I've never had a fancy one like this before. No one is ever touching it!
WE <3 IDA MARIA
Ida Maria is one of the coolest musicians in Norway, the woman is just fierce! I dig her new cd, especially "Oh My God" and "I like you so much better when you're naked". For all of you who havent heard about her, please check her out, for your own sake! You wont regret it.
http://www.myspace.com/idamaria
http://www.idamaria.co.uk/idamaria.php
Into music history? Read this book!!
I just finished reading the book "Touching from a Distance: Ian Curtis and Joy Division". For those of you that don't know Ian Curtis was the vocalist of the british band Joy Division who existed in the late 70s for a short period until Ian comitted suicide. It's written by his wife Deborah Curtis and I found the biography extremely interesting and also very helpful in the way that I understand his lyrics better now. As I am a huge Joy Division fan I might be a bit bias, but I'd recommend it to any music fan whos interested in music history.
Hahaha
The norwegian cartoon Zofies Verden (Zofies World) that appears in the daily newpaper Dagbladet cracks me up. Its basically old cartoon drawings with new comments. So random, but very witty. If you're Norwegian check out the link for more cartoons, if you're english... you're missing out:PAdam Brody needs to be Seth Cohen again
I just have to post this pic. He is so god damn cute! There's something about guys who are dorky in a seth cohen way, whos interested in music but aren't acting like pricks with their pot smoking heads high above the ground. (I've been spending way to much time in England...)
Anyway, he's hot and since the OC ended I've missed his pretty face on tv. Someone please get him back on the screen somehow!
Thursday, 26 June 2008
BJØRNAR on shittyfashionichliebe!
My norwegian friend Bjornar, located in London is co operating with Marte from shittyfashionichliebe to make some jewelery and t-shirts. Check out the links to read more and also check out Bjornars amazing work!
Timeoff in Eastern Europe
Just got back from a much needed vacation in Bulgaria visiting my friend Raya. It was hot and sunny, exactly what I've needed after a long winter in England and Norway!! I feel like I've been to rehab after my long and very stressful exam period! So now Im ready to take on whatever the norwegian summer throws at me, wehey! (sadly that is loads of work...)
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