Gogol Bordello will be Paying 3 nights NYC, @ Webster Hall this December 2009.

Sekhmet, the lionness, the scarlet lady. whose name makes evil tremble in terror.

"Take a broken love song
Keep it by your side
Never be lonely
Find a place to hide
....
Oh
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
They are the loneliest
Still "

lion

the lion, recurring throughout oral written and visual tradition. A creature steeped in myth and legend. Noble, ferocious, regal, wild.

Mermaid Sightings Claimed in Israel
LiveScience.com

Locals and tourists in the Israeli town of Kiryat Yam have been flocking to the coast in hopes of glimpsing a creature that most people believe only exist in fairy tales.

An alleged mermaid, said to resemble a cross between a fish and a young girl, only appears at sunset. It performs a few tricks for onlookers before disappearing for the night.

One of the first people to see the mermaid, Shlomo Cohen, said, "I was with friends when suddenly we saw a woman laying on the sand in a weird way. At first I thought she was just another sunbather, but when we approached she jumped into the water and disappeared. We were all in shock because we saw she had a tail."

The sightings apparently began several months ago.

$1 million reward


story sent to me by my cousin, WOW, I'm visiting Israel.

nearing mid-august,\ where has the summer gone?
Have met 2 mysteries.... one apparently a knight the other an angel. but which is which?
do tell.
One changes with the light
the other wears armor.

and now for something completely different:
Today I have to take money very seriously.... pleasure will have to wait awhile. or maybe I am learning how to make the attainment of the material a joy, we shall see.

5 days abroad. lovely. Rained repeatedly ,but, that just added to the atmosphere.
Oxegen'09 European festival. Brilliant!
I'll be frank, the first night I was a bit terrorfied by all the 'hallabalooo, and hijynx' but after I disgarded my USELESS vinyl boots and slipped on some wellies and took off my minidress and got warm and toasty in some leggings a long sleeved T and a raincoat (thankyou Dunnes of Dublin) I was good to go. Now onto the show:

Primarily all about Pete aka Peter Doherty in the Green Spheres. Blew me away , perfect set, maybe a bit subdued, but utterly proffessional. Just the Boy and a guitar, lovely. the crowd I enjoyed, although some suggested not the best. Most people new the songs, so that was good. Peter didn't play much off his new solo project, which was a shame. The set was very tight a good choice of tunes fore the setting. He played 'Time for Heroes' and replaced the line 'stylish kids in the riot'... with 'Irish kids in the riot' and the crowd erupted. Doherty played several other Libertine's tunes most notably "Music When the Lights Go Out'.
From Babyshambles were several classics, especially sound version of 'Killamangiro'.
performance surprise had to be : 'I Wanna Be Adored' crowd favorite.

Great show, well worth the trip.

ophelia

I

On the calm black water where the stars are sleeping
White Ophelia floats like a great lily;
Floats very slowly, lying in her long veils...
- In the far-off woods you can hear them sound the mort.

For more than a thousand years sad Ophelia
Has passed, a white phantom, down the long black river.
For more than a thousand years her sweet madness
Has murmured its ballad to the evening breeze.

The wind kisses her breasts and unfolds in a wreath
Her great veils rising and falling with the waters;
The shivering willows weep on her shoulder,
The rushes lean over her wide, dreaming brow.

The ruffled water-lilies are sighing around her;
At times she rouses, in a slumbering alder,
Some nest from which escapes a small rustle of wings;
- A mysterious anthem falls from the golden stars.

II

O pale Ophelia! beautiful as snow!
Yes child, you died, carried off by a river!
- It was the winds descending from the great mountains of Norway
That spoke to you in low voices of better freedom.

It was a breath of wind, that, twisting your great hair,
Brought strange rumors to your dreaming mind;
It was your heart listening to the song of Nature
In the groans of the tree and the sighs of the nights;

It was the voice of mad seas, the great roar,
That shattered your child's heart, too human and too soft;
It was a handsome pale knight, a poor madman
Who one April morning sate mute at your knees!

Heaven! Love! Freedom! What a dream, oh poor crazed Girl!
You melted to him as snow does to a fire;
Your great visions strangled your words
- And fearful Infinity terrified your blue eye!

III

- And the poet says that by starlight
You come seeking, in the night, the flowers that you picked
And that he has seen on the water, lying in her long veils
White Ophelia floating, like a great lily.

Arthur Rimbaud

women in sufism