M. took these pictures in Thessaloniki. I am only interested in little details. He takes pictures of grand old buildings but I zoom in windows and balconies. And of course I always retouch them in Photoshop.
Something else I needed to say: Some of the nice people that visit this blog, sometimes write to ask if I am sad. If you read this blog long enough -a waste of time, but who am I to say- you’ll see this comes and goes. Many people keep this a secret: I can’t afford to be ecstatic all the time. I won’t be able to concentrate and then I’ll starve.
Finally, this is a wonderful song by Syd Barrett that many other people have sung.
When I woke up today and you weren’t there to play
then I wanted to be with you
when you showed me your eyes whispered love at the skies
then I wanted to stay with you
inside me I feel alone and unreal
and the way you kiss will always be a very special thing to me.
When I lay still at night seeing stars high and light
then I wanted to be with you
When the rooftops shone dark all alone I saw a spark
spark of love just to stay with you
If I mention your name turn around on a chain
then the sky opens for you
When we grew very tall
when I saw you so small
then I wanted to stay with you.
Late Night - Syd Barrett
November 28th, 2005 at 5:05 pm
well said blog sis. Sadness or blues are another angle of creativity. I have wrote some of my best stuff while meloncholy choked my insides.
November 28th, 2005 at 5:08 pm
otherwise, we wouldn’t be calling them the Blues, would we? we’d call them the Pinks or the Yellows.
November 28th, 2005 at 5:48 pm
“What Colour is Sound?”, questions of such a philosophical nature Syd tried to answer, he ended up with a damaged brain, hmm, has nothing to do sadness, happiness or loneliness. Do try to do it so
By the way, a friend of mine lives in a such an old house in Ermou Str.
Now that my soundtrack is almost finished, shall i include the “I know where Syd Barrett Lives” ?
November 28th, 2005 at 5:49 pm
Sadness is creative, and you have to suffer for your art. Just don’t cut off part of your ear like that Van Gogh guy. Another piercing will suffice.
November 28th, 2005 at 6:08 pm
I’m still very guarded with my blog and don’t open up as fully as I would want. Good for you Chloe for letting it all out.
November 28th, 2005 at 6:14 pm
Sadness is probably the most creative feeling ! rightly so !
November 28th, 2005 at 6:44 pm
husker du
i’d say, include it! and let’s have your soundtrack before xmas!
walter
i won’t!
no piercings at all. sorry if that’s a disappointmet. To make up for it, M. has lots.
heidi
it started that way when nobody was reading it and there would be no reason for me to go on with it if i changed it now. but that’s what suits me, you shoudn’t push yourself to confessions!
true blue guy
there’s a little happiness in sadness, isn’t there?
November 28th, 2005 at 7:00 pm
Happiness is easy to understand. Melancholy has so many layers and meanings to consider. I’m generally happy these days, but still allow myself a good melodramatic wallow when I feel the need. Sometimes the easiest way to make me go all gloom and doom is to be unneccessarily cheerful any time before coffee occurs in the morning. Anyway, blog on, chloe - I’ll keep reading
November 28th, 2005 at 7:11 pm
Stephanie
and i’ll keep writing. until i say it all!
xxxxx
thank you Steph
November 28th, 2005 at 7:38 pm
that is one of my most favorite syd barrett songs, btw
of course, he also said in another song “with eskimo chain i tattoed my brain all the way”.
anyway, as the saying goes, what goes up must come down. if it weren’t for sadness we wouldn’t understand happiness at all. or as another of my favorite artists said, “if it wasn’t for disappointments i wouldn’t have any appointments”
November 28th, 2005 at 8:34 pm
Chloe;
We need the sadness to feel the happiness; white for black, ying for yang; day for night….etc etc. I am not very creative when I’m happy either. Sometimes the gloom creeps in with a strange sense of satisfaction because with it comes the fog of creativity. I understand.
November 28th, 2005 at 9:00 pm
Sadness is part of life. And it’s good to have a place to express it.
As for windows, I take pictures of them too. Also, doors. There are some marvellous door-knockers out there.
November 28th, 2005 at 9:41 pm
You’re right there… I only feel like writing when I’m sad!
November 29th, 2005 at 12:37 am
Love your pictures of windows. They have a great deal of style. Sadness comes easy for me. I have to work on happiness. Blogging has really helped me to feel a connection with other people. It is part of making my own joy.
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Connie
November 29th, 2005 at 2:12 am
Last week i ‘rediscovered’ my old 7″s. Do you accept paragellies? I’d say don;t forget to include ‘Cold Heart’ by Jasmine Minks.it’s such a beautiful song.
it’s perfect for the FOTD OST.
…and Aspray by Kitchens Of Distinction
search for a familiar word, you can find my thread start.
Aspray
I was shorebound within seas glare
On blue coat-tails twirling spent.
Blistered foray spits in my eyes
I’ll slough this drought of life.
Sink wrecked weak.
About potent turns of thunder
Lightening dagger’s up
A thrill now my heart pumps
Matching tideflow turning.
I’ll jump and splash and jump and crash
And I wanted to shed my skin
Into the ocean’s suck.
Twisted mountain men
Flowing aspray
And I wanted to shed my fear
Into the ocean’s suck.
Twisted mountain men
Flowing aspray
I was seadrunk under seaspell.
Listen, the swell of the surf
Shameless surging deeper urging
Deeper and deeper still
Still shunned ocean engulf me.
Under seachange like a diver
Snake-dancing spouting free
There’s no memory of before me
Grinning water winks
The ocean sand
Beach burned nausea.
November 29th, 2005 at 2:14 am
i could not affort one more minute of sadness anymore….
November 29th, 2005 at 2:23 am
the best balladiers don’t die of old age, that much is true. i absolutely love the third picture. i’m going to steal it from you to use on my page. but i will claim it as your own.
November 29th, 2005 at 3:05 am
moondog
i like the appointments saying. I’ve got two today. Can’t afford to be sad anymore. got to run. sadness is for rich people. xx
Cathy
you understand, you always understand.
xxxx
spider-girl
door knockers, aren’t they lovely. let’s start a new blog in their honour.
ruby
i know! when i go into long periods of uninterrupted joy, i just stare at the wall!
Connie
yes blogging is a bit like group therapy. it helps. i think people will find out it is soothing and relaxing and silly magazines are going to recommend it just like french manicure.
Joe
i accept them. what kind of order do you want to place? we’ll do our best sir.
drskafidas
nooooo! by the way i read your theatre - comedy post. And i think, over Fillipidi and sadness, i’ll take sadness!
great white hype
you are free to steal my friend. in fact it’s not even stealing, because M. took that picture. I just destroyed it in Photoshop.
November 29th, 2005 at 3:13 am
Interesting that you should focus on the details.
November 29th, 2005 at 4:27 am
Writing when ur sad… Well..it brings out the sadness and gives u a relief from within..
Well expressed!
Cheers!
November 29th, 2005 at 5:49 am
Chloe:
Such a lovely song. Syd Barret and after him other Pink Floyd members wrote some amazing songs that I associate with psychedelia and the 60s.
I go through a lot of mood swings, makes me feel I am really emotionally unstable. Sadness might make me creative but I hate to sulk. I’d much rather be the happy go lucky person I want to be.
The windows look beautiful. I love to be on the inside looking out. In my childhood home, when I looked out the window I could see the sea on three sides
November 29th, 2005 at 6:16 am
Cibi condimentum famen est!
understood! got it!
November 29th, 2005 at 6:34 am
Woke up yesterday morning in Delhi, went to sleep last night in London, head still full of clichés (cows, temples, lakes and palaces, bandits - the “last dacoit of the Chambi ravines was caught in the cross hairs of the Delhi police” one cold dawn, surrounded by AK 47s, whisky, and `country girls` - beggars, begging cows, camels, elephants, Maruti Suzukis, on and on through the diesel fumes and dust. I won’t be near a proper computer for ten days, and it’ll be good to let the kaleidoscope settle. Still love your blog.
November 29th, 2005 at 8:15 am
Lightning Bug’s Butt
don’t you? i mean that’s what blogging is all about. very few of us write core shaking news here. we write about the details of our lives.
icyblue
thanks for stopping by.
wriju
you were lucky to grow up in such a house.
you are not unstable and you know it. this is human nature. if we were cold blooded we’d be reptiles.
gurgo
xx
okay! i had to look this up in google but it’s nice to be addressed in dead languages now and then!
jago
but when you do come back you’ll have lots to say.
thank you.
November 30th, 2005 at 3:42 am
These wonderful window details make me miss Portugal! It must be a Mediterranean style thing. And sadness is creative, but then again, anything can be creative. For me, I find that if I’m too happy, I end up spending my time just being happy and don’t actually DO anything!