Where is Ofelia now? Out of the gardens, where no one belongs, the gardens are not what anyone calls their home. Into the living spaces, into salons, amongst the burdgeoning social events and the society dinners. Ofelia is any living and breathing person who feels the kinetic energy of expectation, who cannot muster the strength to swallow the hardships life expects you to gracefully ingest. Ofelia knows what she feels, and feels only truth; Ofelia is the one that could not survive because to be pure and survive, to love innocence and truth, to pursue beauty, that it something that cannot be. It is something that died the moment Eve bit the apple, the moment religion sought blood, the moment kingdoms were more massacre than procreation. Lady Liberty took Ofelia, they went for a stroll and a chat, where Ofelia knew that her time was up. She could grow to see the earth’s spoils, to see the riches that could be and to see the damages that came with the same motion. Lady Liberty knew that such purity must be sullied, because otherwise the universe would be a fairy tale. Such a fairy tale cannot exist without the want for them, but such fairy tales cannot exist because the world would no longer turn. Lady Liberty informed Ofelia of the complications of the future so that she no longer would hold the world around her to such standards, but also let her live long enough so the world knew that youthful innocence and idealism must be preserved as long as possible, and without it the dirtied future would never have a glimmer of peace looking towards the past.
Even Sparrows Fall
Howling like a coyote baying at the moon,
whispering little rhymes, begging reason to come soon.
Swirling bowl of diamonds gleaming in your eyes,
pounding of blood clogging your mind;
Self-perpetuating problems boil in their own filth.
Running on last night’s midnight oil,
just fumes underneath my wings, while
denizens aimlessly circle around;
Lady Liberty’s scales: tipped & bowed.
Is there a secret burning in me,
searing through my capillaries;
Do hints of it escape
with every breath I take?
You and I, matching eyes
are staring, waiting, hypnotized.
I can taste the apprehension,
the begging exhalation,
behind our painted smiles.
Dense moisture locks onto my wings-
bogged down by superfluous things;
Freedom does not imply flight,
sometimes it’s a burden of its own:
These stale poisons could become my home.
Reason aside, forked paths just have more roadside,
All’s curbed while we hold our breath.
Just you and I, matching eyes,
gritted teeth and velvet lies,
such truths we crave, though truth we’ve left,
this standstill leaves us both bereft.
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Listening to Niki and the Dove is like being caressed by disco-inspired primitive electrogasms while staring into the eyes of an iamamiwhoami-esque Swedish vixen, all while shamelessly gyrating to the beats. This trio is a welcome addition to the waves of beat-heavy electropoppers with ambient, tribal sounds prevailing in their hybrid of nu-disco & bjorkian electropop. Keep your eyes peeled and your ears perked for their upcoming release, INSTINCT, due out May 14th.
Secret cinema found beneath Paris
In September 2004, French police discovered a hidden chamber in the catacombs under Paris. It contained a full-sized movie screen, projection equipment, a bar, a pressure cooker for making couscous, a professionally installed electricity system, and at least three phone lines. Movies ranged from 1950s noir classics to recent thrillers.
When the police returned three days later, the phone and power lines had been cut and there was a note on the floor: “Do not try to find us.”
Stalking out a gay bar, buying expensive drinks, and putting in facetime with a real person just to find a fuck buddy is a lot of work. This is exactly why Grindr exists; it’s a smartphone app that enables you to skip the old-fashioned way of getting things done and get to the only part of the night you really care about. It’s not a complete cakewalk though and if you respond to a potential conquest the wrong way you could end up half-naked on your bed with blue balls as you weep ever so softy into your pillow. So to help you learn how to do things the right way I’ve created a simple style guide that will ensure your Grindr love life is nothing but an absolute success—the occasional trip to the doctor’s office for antibiotics notwithstanding.
GUY #1
Age: 24
Category: Vanilla Eye Candy
Experience Level: NoviceThe first thing you’ll notice about this guy is that he’s boringly wholesome and most likely looking to settle down. More often than not he’ll be Canadian or from the Midwest and will spook so easily you’ll have to start things off slow with some simple conversation that feigns his interests in film and literature. You must at all costs avoid saying anything about your peens rubbing up against each other. If for some reason you can’t control yourself try using some cheesy euphemism from the 1950’s like “big guy” or “one-eyed monster,” the type of names that might have been used by one of his childhood bible camp counselors. Before you invite him over to your place, make sure your living quarters are spotless; the whole point is to try to hide the fact that you’re a dog and this is probably your hundredth Grindr fuck. And whatever you do, don’t forget to clear your computer cache and history, lest you accidentally pull up that twink porn you watched earlier as you try to navigate the search bar for “mood music.”
Continue: The Gentleman’s Guide to Grindr
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Brooklyn shimmer-pop band St. Lucia just played SXSW, and is about to celebrate their EP release back home in NYC. Big things are happening for this amazing band!
Check out my personal favorite song off of their self-titled debut EP, it sparkles like the waves of the Caribbean.
Lana Del Rey’s studio-filmed music video for her single “Blue Jeans” has leaked it’s way onto the internet, giving much satisfaction to her fans who have waited for a follow-up to her first official video for “Born To Die.” Del Rey, post SNL-flub-performance, has since reached heights of #2 on the charts, with great surprise from those her were not previously smitten with her from the original DIY videos that garnered her acclaim in the first place. A sensual and sinewy Del Rey haunts a retro-60’s ranch style Hollywood property as the siren of the pool, while model Bradley Soileau strips down for a swim with alligators, and the lady of the lake herself. Though apparently an incomplete version of the video, it allows for a glimpse into what potentially could be an even more alluring product.
Comrades! Our friends over at Cultfever have an exciting new release: Their very first music video! Featuring animation by Emily Wormley (Iron and Wine, Jack’s Mannequin), art direction by Maggie O’Toole, all pulled together with the inventive guidance of directors Allison Keeley & Lizzie Rose, the video shines a visual epiphany as Joe Durniak, our loveable mad scientist, finally brings to life a truly inspired mannequin, Tamara Jafar. Complete with a brigade of failed attempts, they sweep through a magical laboratory with truly gorgeous (and as I am told, hand drawn) animations. Keep your eyes peeled for one of our very own MP3 Medication contributors in the pile of discarded mannequins, and enjoy this exquisitely crafted music video. For a premiere, it’s incredibly exciting that such a great team was crafted!
Also, vote for Cultfever to be The Deli Mag’s NYC artist of the month! Just click “Cultfever” on the poll to the right, and check out Cultfever’s website for upcoming shows in NYC and more!
Happy rainy Leap Day!
