(Quelque Parfum) - Rainer Maria Rilke - Malgré le ciel encore bas et cet air qui chancelle, quelque chose nouvelle flotte vers l’odorat. Quelque parfum tout vert discrètement se dégage. Un plaisir déménage: le printemps est ouvert. (Some Perfume) …
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May 5th, 2008 — , Green, Perfume, Poetry, evergreen, musings, poems, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
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January 25th, 2008 — clove, cologne, hair, hats, musings, musk, oakmoss, poems, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
My Father’s Hats - by Mark Irwin - Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, sometimes fumbling the soft crowns and imagine I was in a forest, wind hymning through pines, where the musky scent of rain clinging to damp earth was his scent I loved, lingering on bands, leather, and on the inner silk crowns where I would smell his hair and almost think I was being held, or climbing a tree, touching the yellow fruit, leaves whose scent was that of clove in the godsome…
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January 24th, 2008 — , Perfume, Poetry, clove, cologne, hair, hats, musings, musk, oakmoss, poems, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
My Father’s Hats - by Mark Irwin - Sunday mornings I would reach high into his dark closet while standing on a chair and tiptoeing reach higher, touching, sometimes fumbling the soft crowns and imagine I was in a forest, wind hymning through pines, whe…
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December 28th, 2007 — ashtray, firewood, musings, poems, smoke, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
Taking Down the Tree - by Jane Kenyon - “Give me some light!” cries Hamlet’s uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. “Light! Light!” cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it’s dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart. The ornaments go down into the box: the silver spaniel, My Darling on its collar, from Mother’s childhood in Illinois; the balsa jumping jack my brother and I fought over, pulling limb from limb. Mother drew it together again with thread while I watched, feeling depraved at the age of ten. With something more than…
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December 28th, 2007 — , Perfume, ashtray, firewood, musings, poem, poems, smoke, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
Taking Down the Tree - by Jane Kenyon - “Give me some light!” cries Hamlet’s uncle midway through the murder of Gonzago. “Light! Light!” cry scattering courtesans. Here, as in Denmark, it’s dark at four, and even the moon shines with only half a heart….
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October 27th, 2007 — ashtray, cigarette, earth, musings, oakmoss, poems, tobacco, vetiver, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
As it turns out, the previous post on ashtray-smelling fragrances (that weren’t ashtray-like to me after all) wasn’t enough. I’ve been mucking about in the raw materials recently and I have discovered some real, for true, three day-old wet heaping ashtray elements among them: oakmoss, vetiver, guaiac wood, and tobacco absolute.
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October 26th, 2007 — , ashtray, cigarette, earth, musings, oakmoss, poems, tobacco, vetiver, woods from Heather @ memory & desire
Smoking - by Elton Glaser - I like the cool and heft of it, dull metal on the palm, And the click, the hiss, the spark fuming into flame, Boldface of fire, the rage and sway of it, raw blue at the base And a slope of gold, a touch to the packed tobacco…
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