frukost

Äggröra. Jag fick en söt stekpanna av Charlotte, lagom för det och bacon och i blendern vaniljyoghurt banan och blåbär kaffe i presentbryggaren och en kanelbulle från Upper Crust, Hornstull på väg från träningspass i morse. 
  
Even amidst fierce flames the Golden Lotus can be planted.
                                          Bhagavad Gita

intervju med cocorosie

Bianca's my sis' (det musikaliska är sämre än sådär)
 
Love set you going like a fat gold watch
               inledningsraden i Morning Song, Sylvia Plath 

Inspiration/ insikt Bernur, How soft this prison is  ey syntes jag

sylvia plath

I hope readers coming fresh to her poems now can set aside the myths, and the psychic despair she struggled with, to focus not on her domestic but her working life. That was a high-wire trajectory of voice, silence and metaphor, a lesson in how to pick your own path as you turn problems of feeling into solutions of form. Plath was an artisan, dedicated to her craft. "I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have," she said, "but I cannot sympathize with cries from the heart informed by nothing except a needle or knife. One should be able to control and manipulate experiences with an informed and intelligent mind."
       skriver Ruth Padel i the Independent, läs hela hennes text här. (tips Bernur, How soft this prison is)

print dress

Middag: spenat mycket vitlök 45 sekunder i pannan på hög värme i olivolja kallrökt lax creme fraiche och grädde persilja pinjenötter pressad citron dinkel och fullkornspasta Froosh Mango & Apelsin.
Klänningen är från 2006 till Karins 30-årsfest. Den är hellång.
      
Das ist ein Lebkuchen.

middag

DN:s recept "Mustig köttfärssås med kryddpeppar". I bl a: nötfärs balsamvinäger stark senap soja kryddpeppar creme fraiche vitlök.. toppad med rosmarin. Till blev det Froosh hallon & blåbär. 



Denna natt
gick jag en mörk sidogata
vek om hörnet
Då lade sig min skugga
över min arm

Detta uttröttade klädesplagg
ville bli buret
och dess färg av Intet talade till mig:
Du är på Andra Sidan!

Nelly Sachs tolkad av Gunnar Ekelöf
Ur Bokstäverna jag färdas i en antologi om Nelly Sachs 

Quite the brightest star, girl oh, in the reason of sleep

Foton: dagens frukost, potatis och baconpizza Karins mozartkügeln Froosh hallon & blåbär rostat bröd med smör och Robertson's Ginger Preserve Zoega Julkaffe Skånemejeriers citronfil med nötter. Duschtvålar och krämer, en del av min samling Nike Air och nya svarta Nike Air Force One. Aroma Kanel (det låter ätbart!) som jag tänkte bada i men jag hann inte.

Jag har varit på Dans Fusion med Isabelle Badéa men det var inget för mig (att följa någon annans koreografi), i morgon blir det (bokat) Skivstång Intervall alternativt IntervallFlex. Upptäckte att Above & Beyond dj:ar på Münchenbryggeriet 1 mars, kanske vill Petra och Johan gå? House.

      

På väg hem lyssnade jag på Cocteau Twins Treasure.

Lions after slumber

My diplomacy, my security, my hope and my ice-cream
My tomorrow and my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration
My notebook and my limit, my importance and my glycerine
My customer, my function, my lawlessness, my charm
My hunger, my refusal, my tissue and my vodka
My ommission, my ability, my telephone and my holler
My relaxing, my distress, my bedroom, my cassette
My dictation and my pulse, my fortune and my death
My flake and my restlessness, my headache and my dirt
My paper and my charity, my rose and my pallor
My guess and my closet, my light 'n' my time
My worry, my perversity, my transgression
My temptation and my polythene, my gunshot [click]
My jealousy and my water
My demands 'n' my angels 'n' my waiting 'n' my distance
My death, my curtness, my insulin, my memory
My partner 'n' my sadness, my story, my wantoness
My wish, my despair, my erasure, my plantation
My white chocolate, my thoughtlessness, my gracelessness
My courage and my crying, my pockets 'n' my mistakes
My body and my sex, my gaze and my helplessness
My letter, my sugar, my homework, my walk
My records, my smile and my struggle
My reflection, my eyelid, my fragility, my discretion
My hair, my austerity, my tattoo, my demise
My fooling and my terror, my problem and my judgement
Oh my disguise, my tongue
My ownership, my formula, my property, my thought, my razor
My blessing and my silence, my lust and my practice
My sincerity, my penecillin, my window and my androgyny
My mother, my recorder, my pity and my posing
My light, my carelessness, my drummer
My drummer, my drummer, my drummer
My tenderness 'n' my car, my undoing and my history
My bottle and my drugs, my drugs, my drugs
Tomorrow, my temperature, my lips and my selfishness
My cigarette, my uncertainty, my penetration, my notebook

[breath] My limit, my importance, my glycerine
My customer, my function, my lawlessness, my charm and my hunger
My refusal, my tissue, my vodka, my admission

[instrumental break]

My ability and my telephone, my holler, my relaxing
My distress and my bedroom, my restlessness, my headache
My dirt, my paper, charity, my rose
My pallor, my guess and my closet,
my light 'n' my time, my worry, my perversity
My transgression honey, my temptation honey
My polythene, my jealousy
My water, my demands, my angels
My waiting, my distance, my death, my curtness, my insulin
My memory, my partner, my refrigerator
My sadness, my story, my wantoness, my skipping
My wish and my despair, my erasure, my plantation, my chocolate
My thoughtlessness, my gracelessness, my courage and my crying
My pockets, my homework
Like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number
Oh yeah.

Scritti Politti, Songs to Remember