Apple Bed

I wish I had

a horse's head

a tiger's heart

an apple bed.

Sparklehorse (Mark Linkous 1962 - 2010)

Not anymore

Remember that time when you told me about wolves?

Yes.

Remember how you told me you saw them everywhere? How they kept appearing out of the blue...

Yes.

Well I thought, as you did, they were meant for you. Because I thought the gypsy woman was talking to you, telling you to get out of this town. Because, as Denis, the man-turned-wolf, you don't quite understand how it is to come out of your cave and into the world. And because I like the moon and the idea of a lone wolf howling to the moon seemed perfect. Before.

Before.

But no. There's no more howling and the wolves keep coming, to me. There's one from a library book, and the one that's always been staring from my night table is still there. And others came from the mountain. And a guy I didn't like kept asking me questions about werewolves that I didn't want to answer, and I cried. You had to tell me about them just because I am supposed to see them, they are meant for me.

No.

Yes. But yesterday I saw the last one I want to see. In the park, before the crowd, a wolf was howling silently to a full moon made of a shining light, while a girl sang songs of longing and loss. And it was clear to me that wolves that were once yours, and now mine, are turning into demons, into ghosts that haunt my dreams.

I don't want to haunt you.

I know. That's why I'm not into wolves anymore.

Being Jack

"Whatever happens in the end, I don't wanna lose you as my friend."

"I promise, I will never be your friend. No matter what. Ever."

Wolf Moon

The Wolf Moon is a full moon that occurs in January. Its name comes form hungry wolf packs that would howl outside the villages of Native Americans. This full moon is also known as Old Moon or the Moon After Yule.

Ilustración de Juliana Swaney

Salinger

"We're freaks that's all. Those two bastards got us nice and early and made us into freaks with freakish standards, that's all. We're the tatooed lady, and we're never going to have a minute's peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tatooed too."

Franny and Zooey, J.D. Salinger (enero 1 de 1919 - enero 28 de 2010)

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Sylvia Plath

The Beats

Plonger au fond du gouffre
Enfer ou Ciel, qu'importe?


Claude de Maubris

Vanity of Duluoz: An Adventurous Education, 1935-46
Jack Kerouac