Tuesday, May 31, 2005
In the Land of Faerie
In the Land of Faerie - This is a really cool faerie site! I'm going to go check it out later...
Oh, my Stars
Oh, My stars looks like astrology is being taken more seriously by more people these days. This is a very cool article, and also describes just about how Eros and I, each individually, were convinced about it.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Leo ~ Poetry and Art by Eros
This is a page from the upcoming book "Totems and Taboos".
Eros wrote this poem for his father after he passed away.
Eros wrote this poem for his father after he passed away.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Star Tours
What a busy weekend!
Yesterday we took a tour of the stars homes and graves in Hollywood and
Beverly Hills. It was incredibly fun. I think the tour guides were blown away by
Eros' knowledge of the film and TV industries. They kept trying to offer him a
job!
Some of the highlights were: Marilyn Monroe's grave, Bob Barker's house,
Snoop Dog's house (we could see his party balcony), Jack Laird's grave,
Dean Martin's grave, Johnny Depp's house, Walter Matthau's grave, Sylvester
Stallone's house and favorite car, the Gershwin's houses, the hotel
where Janis Joplin died, the hotel that Led Zeppelin trashed, Dee Dee Ramone's
grave, and the Spelling estate.
Then we stopped by the Hustler store on Sunset strip for some naughty stuff
and took home some awesome vegan fast food from Astroburger.
Eros has gone manic over reorganizing everything in the house. Our new studio
space kicks butt! I've been updating the website and trying to keep up
production on orders from the store. All this and I'm trying to manage a DVD
software release to my former employer (AKA "the Evil Empire") for Longhorn Beta
1.
Yikes!
Keep sending me your birthdata for my astrocharm testing. I'll send you a
free PDF birthchart and a gmail invite.
Click Here (include your birthdate, place and time).
Friday, May 20, 2005
Art and Photography (Click here to buy online)
See Eros' Portfolio on AbsoluteArts
Near Midnight - Photography by Eros
Artic Grassland - digital photo taken in the Alaska wilderness by Eros
The cover for Totems & Taboos.
The art to accompany "Papillion".
The art to accompany "Conglomerate"
Abstract Portrait of Eros -by Psyche
Near Midnight - Photography by Eros
Causes of Paranoia - Photography by Eros
Artic Grassland - digital photo taken in the Alaska wilderness by Eros
The photo to accompany "Crows".
The Stranger - original art by Eros
The cover for Totems & Taboos.
The art to accompany "Papillion".
The art to accompany "Conglomerate"
Sister Moon - a collage by Psyche
Abstract Portrait of Eros -by Psyche
Music
This is where we will be posting demos from Chiaroscuro/Graft and upcoming new material...
Your Taste in Music: |
| Progressive Rock: Highest Influence |
| 80's Pop: High Influence |
| Heavy Metal: High Influence |
| 80's Alternative: Medium Influence |
| 80's R&B: Medium Influence |
| 90's Alternative: Medium Influence |
| Old School Hip Hop: Medium Influence |
| Punk: Medium Influence |
| 90's Hip Hop: Low Influence |
| 90's R&B: Low Influence |
| Hair Bands: Low Influence |
| R&B: Low Influence |
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Index of Poetry
Index of Poetry
Poems by Eros (chiaroscuro5) (Pre-Order the Book, Totems and Taboos.)
Samples from the book, "Totems and Taboos"
- Gravity
- Removal
- Emetic
- Hurry Sickness (is that a self-portrait?)
- The Beauty of Decay
Poems by Psyche (jasonspsyche)
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Send me your astrological data...
I need some real birthdays to test my Zodiac birthchart Italian charm generation. Send me your birthdate and time and place of birth. I'll send you back a PDF of your birthchart in exchange.
Also, if you need a gmail invite, send me mail. I have plenty to give away.
Also, if you need a gmail invite, send me mail. I have plenty to give away.
Friday, May 13, 2005
Stabbing Pleasure ~ a Poem by Psyche
Stabbing Pleasure
I smell your desire
Inhaling your breath
As our tongues touch then embrace
And I reach downward
Smoothing the warm mist of perspiration
Over the tingling hairs of your navel
You rise suddenly and
Your arrow pricks my finger
Leaving a single drop of sticky sweetness
On my throbbing fingertip
My nipples are racing
To escape their bindings
I feel my thighs trembling
My stomach tightens
I am clenching
Moist, warm, and waiting
Engorged with the thrill
Of your immanent entry
Maneuvering my hips over yours
Freeing my full breasts
And cupping them
Into your face
Biting, teasing, nibbling
A direct nerve
Between my bosom
And maidenhead
I feel your arrow tapping
Ready to accept my invitation
I am so swollen it aches
Engorged to the edge of ecstasy
Breath held for a moment
My lips part in anticipation
Then the tip barely probing
I feel myself spreading slowly
You gliding gently, firmly in
In...
In...
Deeper,
Slowly,
Ever deeper
Until I can hardly -
Your
Arrow
Plunges
Deeply
Into
My
Open
Heart
...and I gasp as I teeter on the brink
and you retreat
then stab again
and again
and I die a little
again
and again
Until I break open
Gushing love from my legs
in a torrent release of rapture
flowing down the creases of our bodies
into rivulets over the sheets
I smell your desire
Inhaling your breath
As our tongues touch then embrace
And I reach downward
Smoothing the warm mist of perspiration
Over the tingling hairs of your navel
You rise suddenly and
Your arrow pricks my finger
Leaving a single drop of sticky sweetness
On my throbbing fingertip
My nipples are racing
To escape their bindings
I feel my thighs trembling
My stomach tightens
I am clenching
Moist, warm, and waiting
Engorged with the thrill
Of your immanent entry
Maneuvering my hips over yours
Freeing my full breasts
And cupping them
Into your face
Biting, teasing, nibbling
A direct nerve
Between my bosom
And maidenhead
I feel your arrow tapping
Ready to accept my invitation
I am so swollen it aches
Engorged to the edge of ecstasy
Breath held for a moment
My lips part in anticipation
Then the tip barely probing
I feel myself spreading slowly
You gliding gently, firmly in
In...
In...
Deeper,
Slowly,
Ever deeper
Until I can hardly -
Your
Arrow
Plunges
Deeply
Into
My
Open
Heart
...and I gasp as I teeter on the brink
and you retreat
then stab again
and again
and I die a little
again
and again
Until I break open
Gushing love from my legs
in a torrent release of rapture
flowing down the creases of our bodies
into rivulets over the sheets
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Spring Cleaning
We spent all day building new furniture and rearranging the art studio. I also built a new computer from scratch for the secret project. Unfortunately, we got the wrong video card by accident. Well, maybe it will be finished tomorrow and we'll load Linux.
It's going to be a nice work space. We still need to finish the computer desk and the computer.
My flu is finally subsiding. Thank god. My skin is looking awesome now - 1 week post IPL photo-facial and laser brazilian (OUCH). I swear that hurt worse than any dental procedure or major surgery. But, I think it was well worth it. Just two more treatments to go.
Well, we're off to Real Food in Beverly Hills for dinner to celebrate our accomplishments. I'll report later on the food and any celebrity sightings...
It's going to be a nice work space. We still need to finish the computer desk and the computer.
My flu is finally subsiding. Thank god. My skin is looking awesome now - 1 week post IPL photo-facial and laser brazilian (OUCH). I swear that hurt worse than any dental procedure or major surgery. But, I think it was well worth it. Just two more treatments to go.
Well, we're off to Real Food in Beverly Hills for dinner to celebrate our accomplishments. I'll report later on the food and any celebrity sightings...
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Flu Bug Don't Bother Me
I think I finally fixed some of the redraw and formatting problems with the template. We'll see how this goes. I may design a new template soon if I get the time.
The flu is annoying. I wish it would end soon, but it keeps coming back for more.
I was playing with the Google Video Search tool. Check out what comes up for "vegan". There are some talk show transcripts with Alicia Silverstone. That's cool. We saw her at Real Food Daily in Beverly Hills a couple of months ago.
Well, my love is on the way home, bringing me coffee and cough syrup. We're going to do miso soup and veggie sushi tonight. And a lot of sexual healing later on....
I can't wait to show him the design I did for book cover. It's really cool. If he likes it, I'll post it later.
I also added a link to my Ebay stuff. I have a couple of listings for the custom astrology Italian charm links.
The flu is annoying. I wish it would end soon, but it keeps coming back for more.
I was playing with the Google Video Search tool. Check out what comes up for "vegan". There are some talk show transcripts with Alicia Silverstone. That's cool. We saw her at Real Food Daily in Beverly Hills a couple of months ago.
Well, my love is on the way home, bringing me coffee and cough syrup. We're going to do miso soup and veggie sushi tonight. And a lot of sexual healing later on....
I can't wait to show him the design I did for book cover. It's really cool. If he likes it, I'll post it later.
I also added a link to my Ebay stuff. I have a couple of listings for the custom astrology Italian charm links.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Running its course...
The poetry book is going well. We finished the initial
layout last night and started the artwork and page design. This is very
exciting. I'm thrilled to help bring Eros' writing and art to the world. He is
truly an amazing and talented being.
After we finish this project, we'll finish my cookbook.
Then for some joint projects. Music, art, writing ...
We got our new cameras and printer set up this weekend.
It's awesome. I can't wait to get back to the creative projects. I have to write
a functional spec for work today. Gack - nothing like hardcore technical writing
to put a kink in your brain, especially with this damn flu...
My mind needs to purge -
Fatal Personality
An overgrown embryo naked in a
field
She pretended she was dead
Telephone booth, lost hair
"I'm cold," she cried
Adult Attention Deficit Syndrome -
Look at me, look for me, who cares about me?
Do you?
Care about yourself?
THINK!
You are ridiculous. Face it.
Take responsibility sisters.
I reserve the right to refuse
redemption to any one.
You must redeem yourself.
Don't cry May Day to me!
Survive your Winter and celebrate Rebrith.
No more hibernation - no more
avoiding
You are in control
and always were...
Take your lashes -
Batting them won't save you now
You've got it coming to you
Take it and run with it
...and stay away;
I don't need it.
Murder
Murder
There is a poetry to murder:
That cannot be denied;
A lyricism to malevolence
That approaches the sublime.
There is a meter
To the flutter
Of a slowly dying heart-
An unearthly syncopation,
Beyond replication,
That echoes quietly
In the corridors
Of each dying mind's head...
It screams from diseased bodies
Of whores on every street;
Sighs from broken hopes
Of vagrants as they are beaten;
Born in the region of total mortal dread
It cries from the plane of misery
Of dreams that can never be;
Singing with every gash
Of the drug addict's blade;
And chorusing empathically,
From the blood of the slain.
Murder:
It speaks with the tongue of destruction,
And howls with the voice of the Dead,
Each canto a promise carved in flesh,
Every line an ode to blood, pain and madness.
Hodmadod
Hodmadod
I.
"Murder of Crows"
Crackling softly in the dark,
The dying embers of the fire throw
Shifting shadows on the walls.
The wind sighs.
Peering dreamily
Out of the window through the soft drizzle,
I see the slowly bruising night sky:
Sparkling with the diamonds-in-velvet of light
Billions of years old.
Lightning flashes, distantly: jagged, phosphorous.
Like phosphenes,
The waxing, gibbous moon shines-
Blacklight in the cold.
II.
Further away, the black ink trees
Gently sway in a cool autumn breeze...
Evening fog snakes along the ground-
A parliament of owls awakens.
In Medieval times, just as today,
The shortened days and long frosty nights
Marked the end of the harvest.
III.
Then, as now, the lonely, hideously-shaped
King of the Fields
Presided with eerie silence on the far hill brow,
A silhouetted crucifix against the twilit sky
Watching.
Watching, perhaps biding his time-
Standing in drunken, stiffly contorted attention,
As befits one without a skeleton,
Through snow, rain, heat and cold-
Patient:
His only movements
The flapping of frayed cloth in the wind.
IV.
The Emperor of Emptiness,
Sadly surveying his stark, terrible
Empire of dying vegetation.
Still, he watches me;
Sagging arms outstretched,
As the mist envelopes his lower body,
Partially dismembered by a late autumn storm...
I recall that I once read
Of killers hiding within
Scarecrows during pursuit;
Of murderers secreting bodies,
Thieves stashing loot-
Of haunted scarecrows
Rising up during the festival of Samhain.
Strangers and passers-by
Attack them unprovoked:
Stabbing and mutilating
These soundless, solemn effigies.
Unsettled, no doubt,
By the proximity of the near-human.
V.
My skin grows prickly and I draw the curtain,
just as the Hodmadod is cloaked in fog.
I check the lock one last time before retiring-
Was that a sound on the other side of the door?
No...
Just the wind, I think.
In my mind's eye,
I see the King of the Field's face:
Cruelly frowning with his slash of a mouth;
Drippy, red painted eyes-
Watching me watching him...
VI.
The next morning,
Grey through the window, as the mist rolls away,
I can see that my doppelganger
Has wandered off again-
I open the door and the Jack-a-Lent tumbles in-
Limp,
his stuffing poking around stringy cloth hands and feet,
out of his shirt, and beneath his shrunken leather hat.
His frozen features frown angrily up from the floor-
Staring.
The way he holds himself...
Perhaps more than one expects from a man of rags,
Stuffing, sticks and duff.
"Just the storm again," I murmur, gently lifting him up
to return to his cruciform.
It's only a matter of time for the King of the Fields-
And his endless, eldritch reign...
Sunday, May 01, 2005
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