What Inspires Me: The Cure

This week I went and saw one of my favorite bands of all time – The Cure.

I discovered this band as a teen and truth be told it was the poetic lyrical genius of Robert Smith who engaged and enamored me.

To me he’s like a modern day Gothic romantic and his words are dark yet illuminating.

One of my favorites, is the title song from the album “Disintegration”:

Disintegration

oh i miss the kiss of treachery the shameless
kiss of vanity the soft and the black and the
velvety up tight against the side of me and
mouth and eyes and heart all bleed and run in
thickening streams of greed as bit by bit it
starts the need to just let go my party piece

oh i miss the kiss of treachery the aching kiss
before i feed the stench of a love for a younger
meat and the sound that it makes when it cuts
in deep the holding up on bended knees the
addiction of duplicities as bit by bit it starts
the need to just let go my party piece

but i never said i would stay to the end so i
leave you with babies and hoping for frequency
screaming like this in the hope of the secrecy
screaming me over and over and over i leave
you with photographs pictures of trickery
stains on the carpet and stains on the scenery
songs about happiness murmured in dreams
when we both us knew how the ending would
be…

so it’s all come back round to breaking apart
again breking apart like i’m made up of glass
again making it up behind my back again
holding my breath for the fear of sleep again
holding it up behind my head again cut in deep
to the heart of the bone again round and round
and round and it’s coming apart again over and
over and over

now that i know that i’m breaking to pieces i’ll
pull out my heart and i’ll feed it to anyone
crying for sympathy crocodile cry for the love
of the crowd and the three cheers from
everyone dropping through sky through the
glass of the roof through the roof of your mouth
through the mouth of your eye through the eye
of the needle it’s easier for me to get closer to
heaven than ever feel whole again

i never said i would stay to the end i knew i
would leave you with babies and everything
screaming like this in the hole of sincerity
screaming me over and over and over i leave
you with photographs pictues of trickery
stains on the carpet and stains on the memory
songs about happiness murmured in dreams when we both
of us knew how the end always is…

how the end always is…

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What Inspires Me: So You Want To Be A Writer – Poem by Charles Bukowski

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if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

My inspiration: Keep Dancing from Paloma Faith

A few days ago I got to meet Paloma Faith after her concert. I thanked her for her music as its helped me in various ways…she thanked me in turn and told me to keep dancing.

This is a song which has resonated with me and has inspired me with the contemporary novel I am currently writing:

 Beauty Remains

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever get it right
My eyes are always open though my heart is blind
But something’s different this time ’cause it’s me and you
Everything’s changing for me
When people say they’ve heard me say it all before
I don’t think they were listening ’cause I feel it more
The angels must’ve sent you ’cause they heard me cry
Waiting so long for this time to arrive
So I make a dress from my sorrows, and shoes from my sadness
And dance all the way into love
Trouble passes and beauty remains
And though I know this could turn tragic
It’s alright, it’s alright, ’cause I am willing to take more hurt if it’s from you
Oh baby
I’ll take the pain from you
I know there’ll be no love unless I just let go
I’m standing here before you turn my tears to gold
I’ll leave my past behind it’s such a heavy load
I put my dreams into you, they’ll grow
So I make a dress from my sorrows, and shoes from my sadness
And dance all the way into love
Trouble passes (Trouble passes), and beauty remains (Beauty remains)
And though I know this could turn tragic (Could turn tragic)
It’s alright, It’s alright
‘Cause I am willing to take more hurt if it’s from you
Oh baby
I’ll take the pain from you
Oh yeah
And oh and know that trouble passes (Trouble passes)
And beauty remains (Beauty remains)
And Oh I now this could turn tragic (Could turn tragic)
But it’s alright, it’s alright
‘Cause I am willing to take more hurt from you
Oh baby
I’ll take the pain from
Oh yeah
Trouble passes (Oh Trouble passes)
And beauty remains (Beauty remains)
And though I know this could turn tragic (I know this could turn tragic)
It’s alright, it’s alright
‘Cause I am willing to take more hurt if it’s from you
Oh baby, I’m willing to take more hurt from you (Beauty remains)
Oh yeah
I’ll take the pain from you, Oh yeah

by Paloma Faith

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Play List for Writing: Contemporary Fiction

I find that I need to have background noise when I write as it helps with setting my mood.

The fictional book I am writing at the moment is a contemporary romance therefore this is the playlist I have created to help get me in the head-space of my characters:

Paloma Faith – A Perfect Contradiction & Do You Want The Truth Or Something Beautiful?

One Republic – Waking Up, Dreaming Out Loud & Native

Amy Winehouse – Back to Black & Frank

Adele – 19 & 21

Sia – 1000 Forms of Fear & Some People Have Real Problems

Ed Sheeran – X

Gabrielle Aplin – English Rain

George – The Esessential Hits

Calvin Harris – Motion

The Cure – Pornography & Disintegration

 

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