Patrick Wolf

When I Woke – Dylan Thomas

admin — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 14:34:28 +0000

When I woke, the town spoke.
Birds and clocks and cross bells
Dinned aside the coiling crowd,
The reptile profligates in a flame,
Spoilers and pokers of sleep,
The next-door sea dispelled
Frogs and satans and woman-luck,
While a man outside with a billhook,
Up to his head in his blood,
Cutting the morning off,
The warm-veined double of Time
And his scarving beard from a book,
Slashed down the last snake as though
It were a wand or subtle bough,
Its tongue peeled in the wrap of a leaf.

Every morning I make,
God in bed, good and bad,
After a water-face walk,
The death-stagged scatter-breath
Mammoth and sparrowfall
Everybody’s earth.
Where birds ride like leaves and boats like ducks
I heard, this morning, waking,
Crossly out of the town noises
A voice in the erected air,
No prophet-progeny of mine,
Cry my sea town was breaking.
No Time, spoke the clocks, no God, rang the bells,
I drew the white sheet over the islands
And the coins on my eyelids sang like shells.

The Pirates of Chinatown. Nyc 2011. x 12

admin — Sun, 05 Feb 2012 02:34:00 +0000

The Pirates of Chinatown. Nyc 2011. x 12

Last night after The Misfits show hanging out with Jerry Only at…

admin — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 16:10:00 +0000

Last night after The Misfits show hanging out with Jerry Only at the islington academy show with my gang @rowdysuperstar and @theresidencegal the songs brought back that spirit in me that sometimes falls asleep accidentally every few years. Jerry + the band you are immortal and the meaning of legendary x misfit for life patrick wolf

Flowers for my pack, the most supportive full of love gang of…

admin — Wed, 01 Feb 2012 00:14:46 +0000

Flowers for my pack, the most supportive full of love gang of misfits, rebels and bravest fighters. I grew these in my little White room in Chelsea at the Desmond tutu centre. I took this photo in the light of the morning sun on my way to pattis studio. I drank too much gin today, that always makes you in contact with thoughts of death. Ididnt mean to raise alarms, life is flourishing again this last week. Thankyou NYC and www pack always in my heart, now ill shut up!! sweet dreams n beautiful nightmares. Xpw

chelsea mornings x january 2012

admin — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 13:02:30 +0000

chelsea mornings x january 2012

After too many years, I just started drawing and painting again,…

admin — Sat, 28 Jan 2012 14:14:00 +0000

After too many years, I just started drawing and painting again, waking me up to the details of life. Promised myself to study one thing a day.

Trouble

admin — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 21:06:23 +0000

Trouble you are perfect
In all your imperfection
I see myself
In your reflection
As you walk fear street
Keep Sturdy feet
Or be
Dancing on and up
Through pain and judgement
Sweet one
Forget all you’ve been told
The waggling Tongue
The eminent cold
You are the passion
That breaks the mould

X patrick wolf 2011

Happy Christmas from Patrick 1988 + 2011 xx

admin — Sun, 25 Dec 2011 14:08:01 +0000

Happy Christmas from Patrick 1988 + 2011 xx

Pelicans – a song for the shortest day of the year – 21/12/11 – from the Brumalia E.P

admin — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 17:33:00 +0000

Caught in the drifting years

Between my youth

And adulthood

Must I slow down now?

Between the breaking wave

And the ghost of this towns glory days

And the pelican suspension

Here to refuel the passions spent

On our loves tournaments?

Into the arms

Of adventure

Into the arms

Of combustion

Into the arms

Of open air

I long to be as careless as I once was

But how do I vapour this pressure off?

This pressure off! off!

Pelicans go where they dare

There let this be

The shortest day now of my year

Pelicans go where ever

Where ‘ere they dare

Into the arms

Of Adventure

Pelicans go where ever

Where ‘ere they dare

Into the arms

Of Daytona

Into the arms

Of the love he’s giving

And wade into the salt

The salten air

Open air

The morning mist clears

Open air

Lupercalia Travelogue : down in the foundry they forge for…

admin — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 23:35:15 +0000

Lupercalia Travelogue : down in the foundry they forge for us the chamging bell! : Bern, Switzerland