~*Revue_Blanche*~

“Ready for writing afresh
study in tones of the sunset…”

“I believe in springtime that gives me the sky as a present.”

*fluffy hedonism*

When I first looked at my kitty’s face to know the colour of her eyes, she looked at me with her hazel eyes… like mine.

This hairdo a la geisha is just for fun.

My main blog activity is storytelling. If a man is tired of watching my photos, he can go to read my stories. What a kind convenience… or it’s a toss-up.

*A Virtual Life*

Ashes and flowers. Some poetry.
The frigid truth of autumn bonfires.
The sad magic. The magic sin.
The artificial paradise. The graphic laughter.
Daemons rule here. Their lips aglow.
They kiss tulips in red wine.

2005 © Lara Biuts

Repeated too many times, old prayers never get worse. The poem was written in 2005, and since then I’ve publish it on the Net several times. The poem is for a very special person who really makes my life most enjoyable. He is a vital part of my life and I cannot imagine my days without him.

*blank verse to Anthony Blanche*

I am at the mercy of your imagination.
It is beautiful.
You’ll live in my novels for ever.
And I am dissolving
in streams of the world and my consciousness,
and in madness of gaudy flowers of eloquence
thrown about.
The flowers sing on your beauty,
on the dreams, in which you live,
and on the dreams living in you.

2005 © Lara Biuts

Author is not satisfied with the latest blog posters. Too many pictures. The blog’s stunt is obvious to the author at a standstill. The dull season lasts. It outlasts the year.

*to you and yours, …*

Wind-born black butterflies.
White Tyke and Heart of Darkness.
The Gothic sulky look.
Tidewater licks my feet.
Your golden age on high.
White Tyke and brilliant madness.
My acting at your play
is almost all I need.

2008 © Lara Biuts
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read more:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/11/05/the_italics_are_mine~3246835
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/anthony_blanche_fan_blog~2709191
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/vamp_up~2837823
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/07/01/oscar_wilde_club~2551806
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/10/29/while_sitting_darkling~3211002
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/sybaris~3237760
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/09/01/what_s_new~2904202
my latest stories:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2008/02/14/the_pollen_of_the_asphodel~3724836
a small Oscar Wilde themed essay:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2008/03/01/opening-the-gates-to-equinox-3800061
new year essay and some humor:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2008/01/18/etude~3593958
Part 1 and Part 2 of my novel have been recently published at Turner Maxwell Books:
http://www.turnermaxwellbooks.com/LLB.htm
http://www.turnermaxwellbooks.com/LLB2.htm
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“It’s so hard to live among humans and things.” (from a French poem)

*peculiarity*
At my place, in everyday life, I can drink tea only from drinking bowls. I tried to get hold of a usual cup with a handle, but nothing came of that, and very soon, after the unpleasant experience, I returned to drinking bowls for ever. Coffee I drink from a thick glass, and I enjoy it so much.

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*enjoying the life among things*

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at the country house*
If one finds an unknown box at one’s place, one has to sit down on the box to examine it with attention.

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*I am not alone. I am with myself.*

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*Myla*

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*season of mists and fruitfulness*
the cucumber is from our garden and a match-box to show how big the cucumber is:

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*souvenir*
This statuette is old Russian porcelain. This kneeling girl, wearing the national dress, is an image from an old Russian fairy-tale. A simple girl finds a malachite box full of jewellery; she opens the box and begins to put the jewellery on, looking at herself in a small malachite-framed looking-glass. As I think, a souvenir like this one is much better than a popular ‘matryoshka’.

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“Looking through the ruby glass one cannot see the colour of the sky.” (self-citing)
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*more linguistic tricks*
Hector Hugh Munro (1870–1916), better known by the pen-name Saki, was a British writer, whose witty and sometimes macabre stories I dearly love.
“The name Saki is often thought to be a reference to the cupbearer in the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, a poem mentioned disparagingly by the eponymous character in Reginald on Christmas Presents and alluded to in a few other stories. It may, however, be a reference to the South American primate of the same name, ‘a small, long-tailed monkey from the Western Hemisphere’ that is a central character in The Remoulding of Groby Lington.”
At the same time the pen-name sounds like the name of one small town on the Crimean Peninsula ‘Saky’. The writer could know of the name of the town, because he worked in Russia for some time, and yet it’s scarcely--the town is too small.
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*poems found on the Net*

“...true, the night was made for roving,
and the day returns too soon,
but you'll never go for loving
by the candlelight or moon.”

Believe it or not, but one can find some poems on Facebook. If my reader is ready for a drama, then there is one interesting poem:

SHE NEEDS SOMEONE TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE CRIES

SHE NEEDS SOMEONE
TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE CRIES
HER HEART IS COVERED WITH THE SCARS
FROM ALL THE PAIN SHE HOLDS INSIDE
SHES BEEN RAPED,AND SHES BEEN BEAT
MOLESTED FROM HEAD TO FEET
SHE NEEDS SOMEONE
TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE CRIES
YES SHE HAUNTED IN HER MIND
BY ALL THE MEN WHOS BEEN UNKIND
SHES BEEN KICKED AND SHES BEEN BEAT
WAS RAPED AND PUT OUT ON THE STREETS
SHE NEEDS SOMEONE
TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE CRIES
ALL THE THINGS THAT SHES BEEN THREW
ALL THE TIMES SHES BEEN ABUSED
SHE WASNT A LOUD TO HAVE FRIENDS
IF SHE TRIED SHE WAS BEAT AGAIN
SHE NEEDS SOMEONE
TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE CRIES
SHE TRIED TO GET AWAY
BUT HER FAMILY TOLD HER TO STAY
SHE NEEDS SOMEONE
TO HOLD HER WHEN SHE CRIES
WELL THE NEWS IT CAME TODAY
HER HUSBAND KILLED HER YESTERDAY
AND I NEED SOMEONE TO HOLD ME WHILE I CRY

BY JOHN DAWSON 2008
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*happy facebooking*
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=682957243
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=11033743462

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*for history lovers*
The Phillupic Hymns by The Phillupic is now available. The book can be found at the following CreateSpace page:
http://www.createspace.com/3353281
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Part 1 and Part 2 of my novel have been recently published at Turner Maxwell Books:
http://www.turnermaxwellbooks.com/LLB.htm
http://www.turnermaxwellbooks.com/LLB2.htm
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*special world*

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*the colour of your skys*
“I happened to see the incredibly blue southern sky. It was beautiful. But the steel-blue, plumbeous, gray, violet, dove-coloured and pearl or dilute blue northern sky can be a magnificent view and a great experience too. I know two places in the town I live in, where one can admire the scud, where the sky is high and can be visible to the skyline--an exciting experience to me--and there are more than two such places in the town. An interesting fact: when going out I walk in a certain direction, a new panorama of the scud of beautiful cumuli in the sky opens at every new turn; and when I go back home, I as though turn back to the high sky, and on the way home I can see only the walls, coigns and angles of the high old and new buildings before my eyes. That’s a mere coincidence, of course, a play of modern architecture and the rough landscape; the sky has not disappeared, it still is overhead, but I hardly can see it among the buildings, and it seems amusing. Windy day today; the dove-coloured and white cumuli scudding, and the sky is now heavily clouded now half clear…” I wrote these phenological notes in August. Now, in September the sky is heavy clouded, gray a day long, and most likely it will be so till April. Some people are so annoyed with that. Me--not in the least.

Oh musings, where is your sweetness? I tend my garden. My pages, dedicated to books, writing and cher Maitre; the friends list; it all look as usual. The vast cyberspace seems to be rather small and cozy. But I digress…
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*Wind of Time*
prose poem
The sun will be, the sea will be--will be the time to approach, forgive and receive. The sky and wind don’t argue about the morning, or think of what was lost, or remember our shadows on the sand. Waves’ washed off our footprints and memory. The shadows go into the sand of oblivion. You smile at them. Leaves turn yellow. I am for ever one like a shore. And you are like a wind, a squall of tenderness. Anything will be. Like the morning after what was inevitable and enviable. Almost neglectfully--one loves like this when awaking--almost neglectfully you will love the sun and the sky. Only time will be other.
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*poem found on the Net*
“Gods send down the rain to hide all my tears.
I won't feel loved for a lot of years.
Gods know my heart, they know my soul,
they know I want a man who I can love and hold.”
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*my tool*
favorite pen:

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*we are foxy*
Meanwhile my little cutie shows that she is not so little by the way

more the kitty’s pics:
http://fluffofchoice.blog.co.uk/2008/08/23/moreplaythings-4625362
two essays on the kitty:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/10/11/miscellanea~3118263
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2008/01/29/icebound_minstrel_potpourri~3648875

"I am very fond of cats. I will let this figure scratch on the chart. The starry sky has worried me quite enough in my life, so that now I can have my joke with it," French astronomer Joseph de La Lande (1732–1807) created the constellation from stars found between Antlia, the air pump, and Hydra, the sea serpent. Felis appeared on several star atlases but was never widely accepted and never become an official constellation.

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read more:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/11/05/the_italics_are_mine~3246835
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/07/27/anthony_blanche_fan_blog~2709191
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/08/20/vamp_up~2837823
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/07/01/oscar_wilde_club~2551806
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/10/29/while_sitting_darkling~3211002
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/11/03/sybaris~3237760
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2007/09/01/what_s_new~2904202
my latest stories:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2008/02/14/the_pollen_of_the_asphodel~3724836
a small Oscar Wilde themed essay:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2008/03/01/opening-the-gates-to-equinox-3800061
new year essay and some humor:
http://ohlala007.blog.co.uk/2008/01/18/etude~3593958
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