LES SAUVAGES: LA PREMIèRE PARTIE

Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!

The flower will bloom another year.

Weep no more! oh, weep no more!

Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes!

For I was taught in Paradise

To ease my breast of melodies,-

Shed no tear.

Overhead! look overhead!
'Mong the blossoms white and red--
Look up, look up! I flutter now
On this fresh pomegranate bough.
See me! 'tis this silvery bill
Ever cures the good man's ill.
Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear!
The flower will bloom another year.
Adieu, adieu -- I fly -- adieu!
I vanish in the heaven’s blue,--
Adieu, adieu!

// John Keats

You know when you have one of those days. Days that seem to hit you with continuous sucker punches, relentlessness in it's pursuit of utterly destroying you? You can choose to crumble to the ground and cry with each and every draining blow or you can dust yourself off, ice those swollen sore limbs and use that sadness and anger to your creative advantage. Saturday was one of those days and with that I vented the darkness into something dramatic and hauntingly alluring. Using the incredibly dark and at times beautifully macabre photography one finds over at Banished From Camelot, a blog I am smitten with of late, some John Keats accompanied by some equally despairing, soulful tunes I created the above. 

-Sxx

 

via banished from camelot