To be terrified of failure but to crave success,
I want to rise above the demons I feel lurking in the shadows of my lungs.
I want to break free from the savage urge to escape my own skin,
what a horrid paradox to find oneself encased in.
Post bushfire Sydney skies :-)
"I will be a little god in my small way."
Erin Hanson transforms desert landscape into an abstract mosaic
Hanging precariously and horizontally from red sandstone, fifty feet above the ground, may not seem like it would inspire the creation of beautiful oil paintings, but that is exactly what happened with Erin Hanson. After a lifetime of experimenting in different styles and mediums, it wasn’t until Hanson moved to the outskirts of Las Vegas to climb at Red Rock Canyon that her painting style was consolidated by a single inspiration and force of nature.
"We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia."
thatgirl818 asked: Hello tiedownthedying, I was wondering were do you find your inspiration for poetry and photography? Also how long have you been doing this blog?
For my poetry, I generally just take what’s going on in my daily life. Sometimes I’ll have ups but a majority of my poems are from the darker moments of my life. When nothing at all about my life seems worth writing about, I’ll go for a walk or a drive and just stay observant and try and attach meanings and purpose to different objects and people and just see where I go from there!
With photography, it’s whatever I come across that sparks my interest. I don’t have time anymore to go out purely for photography purposes where I would scout the city for something beautiful because of university commitments and such. So now I’ll just take quick photos of different daily experiences, sunsets, landscapes, or certain memories I’d like to have a material memory of!
This blog right now, is almost a week old! I had an old poetry/photography blog a few months ago but just as I was getting slightly recognized I gave up, deleted and went back to my primary blog (which is just full of pointless, random shit). I decided to remake a blog like this because it was really nice to share my work with strangers from all over the world and get occasional advice/constructive criticism or praise basically.
Thanks for your question! Hope I helped a bit c: xo
Your anger and your sadness stumbled across each other in the raw, stillness of midnight.
Their eyes met, locked in an embrace as they tiled their heads and their lips met.
your despondency and dejection,
"I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry."
Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro (via rabbitinthemoon)
I’ve seen him live twice, and would go again.
I sat beside my window, closing my eyes briefly,inhaling the soft, gentle sound of raindrops as they kissed the ground.
I opened my eyes and saw, my window was so like me - weeping at the hand of your sweet kisses.