Finalement je poste encore. J'imagine que vous ne vous m'en voudrez pas quand même. Un peu de violence gratuite du coup, et en dessous un petit doodle fait à la sortie de The World's End, avec un mini spoiler si vous êtes tatillons.
Probablement le dernier billet des vacances, maintenant je cours profiter des derniers jours de party hard avant la rentrée (ouais). Vous pouvez toujours me parler sur ask.
(people with a weird fashion sense are my favourite kind of people)
Et pour vous qui m'envoyez des gentils messages et qui postez de gentils commentaire, thanky thanky les gars.
J'ai trouvé des pastels gras et je me suis dit que ça faisait longtemps qu'il fallait que je me force un peu à dessiner sinon j'allais perdre tous les muscles de mon bras. Donc voilà.
So here's to living life miserable.
And here's to all the lonely stories that I've told.
Maybe drinking wine will validate my sorrow.
Every man needs a muse and mine could be the bottle.
C'est la première fois que je dessine depuis le début des vacances, bof bof bof hein. Comme vous venez me mettre des coups de pieds sur ask pour que je fasse de la bd, j'ai fait ça. Bon bon.
"No beauty could have come from me, I'm a waste of breath, of space, of time.
...
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
And everything I made is trite and cheap and a waste of paint, of tape, of time."
"Ah! happy they whose hearts can break
And peace of pardon win!
How else may man make straight his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
How else but through a broken heart
May Lord Christ enter in?"
-The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
"O plunge your hands in water,
Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
And wonder what you've missed
(...)
O look, look in the mirror
O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
Although you cannot bless.
O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart."
-As I Walked out One Evening, WH Auden
Des essais et autres trucs rapides.
(regardez Hannibal)
(...)
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Matthew Arnold, Dover Beach
A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness
That even lovers drown.
