This Hollow World

Johnny Hollow


Finally! After several years of creating this dark art, Johnny Hollow came out with their first music video! =D

Sketchy Ice Creams

By Bird Box Studio


"A sketchy look at family life: Daddy's on childcare duty while mummy gets the ice creams."

I think it's one of those exaggerated dark humour "reality" things. Very simple, yet entertaining and effective.
Also, doesn't the rhythm and texture of the sketch remind you of the Compagnie Marie Chouinard dance piece?

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BD: Wenzel Muller, T.S. Eliot, George Gershwin
DD: John Byron, Bela Bartok
European Day of Languages

It's a little late, but,

*drools*

Christian Dior, A/W 2007.

I loved that season, so many designers creating such... lovely 'dark' things.

Sonnets

By William Shakespeare


Sonnet 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
     So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
     So long lives this and this gives life to thee.




Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
     For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
     That then I scorn to change my state with kings.




Sonnet 65
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o'er-sways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out
Against the wreckful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?
O fearful meditation! where, alack,
Shall Time's best jewel from Time's chest lie hid?
Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back?
Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid?
     O, none, unless this miracle have might,
     That in black ink my love may still shine bright.




Sonnet 71
No longer mourn for me when I am dead
Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell
Give warning to the world that I am fled
From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:
Nay, if you read this line, remember not
The hand that writ it; for I love you so
That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot
If thinking on me then should make you woe.
O, if, I say, you look upon this verse
When I perhaps compounded am with clay,
Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.
But let your love even with my life decay,
     Lest the wise world should look into your moan
     And mock you with me after I am gone.

Three Poems

A few poems that I've collected over the years (3-4 years ago.)
Many of them are anomynous/used an alias, and I can't seem to track them down anymore.
Yeah.. they're kind of gloomy and teenage angst and what not. But they're also very pretty/interesting.
Enjoy =)

"Silent Music"
The young girl sat upon the stool,
Gazing at the marble.
As her finger touched the key, she flinched.
It was cold.

Wind blew through the room -
- Whistling quietly inside its chambers.
As if this was a call to her,
she began to play.

Absorbed by the rhythm, she closed her eyes.
Swaying from side to side,
her hands creating a magical fusion with the keys.
Nothing could seperate them.

The silent breeze blew the dust away,
it spread into the air, floating into the dark
as were her thoughts
when she played this piano.

The piano had not been cared for.
Scratched, damaged, left to crumble in the room.
Just like the girl.
And together they sat, bathing in the music.

One could not live without the other,
Their sound only created through harmony.
For once the piano felt loved,
and the girl felt compassion for it.

All the night she stayed
sat upon that stool.
The sounds of the world joined them,
weaving into their immense sound.

The piano began to feel the strain
of being uncared for.
Without a sound its strings broke,
and silence filled the room.

Silver tears hit the ground,
as the girl lay underneath the piano.
And there she stayed, until the day
she too played her last note.


"A-Z Poem"
Always doing something wrong
Banishing those who don't belong
Catastrophe started under the moon
Death is sure to come very soon
Evil lurks in every corner
For every death there is a mourner
Gold and riches are the focus
Happiness is a bunch of hocus pocus
Intimitidation is the key
Joy fills it when we are free
Klutzy people are at every turn
Love is what we all yearn
Magic is shunned by many of us
Normally we think it right to cuss
Optimistic people are very uncommon
Prejudice is found in avergae to shaman(:P)
Questions need answers
Resources should destroy cancers
Sex is all the people think about
They are taking the wrong route
Unheard and unloved
Valiant hardly lift a glove
War is getting this world shakin
X-treme measures will be taken
Youthfulness and peace is what we need
Zonky idea,yes,but without it we'll bleed


"Crows and Ravens"
There stands a raven so clear,
Its black feathers shining,
The sun sets with blood red dips,
As the hounds start whining,
Singing their lullaby,
Dreadful escape,
Snow driven mountains,
Bats and shadows await,
High in the stone clenched,
Mountains lie a castle,
There you hear chains sing,
Without any hassle,
They cling and screech with the crows rhythm,
Giving ears no word,
For their song brings tears and such depression,
Whenever it is heard,
And beneath the sea lies open freedom,
It tricks us to deny,
And though we are crows entangled in chains,
We know one day well fly,
Flying above the forest,
Soaring over the hills,
High above the mountains,
Were the air send us chills,
Freedom awaits no other,
It stands merely atop a ledge,
To let us go or not,
Is yet a mortals pledge,
Tricks and pranks they are,
Showing us nothing but doubt,
But one day I hope to kill them,
With my scream, my shout,
Ill show them all what I can be,
And what I can do,
These words arent just speaking for me,
They are speaking for you to,
And soon enough the crows will die,
The ravens they will to,
Nothing here as the world decays,
Never to live through,
And yet there will be a time,
When immortals rule this earth,
All mortals died and gone to heaven,
This has given us rebirth,
And o youll see the vampires laugh,
The werewolves howl at the moon,
And red eyes in the shadows,
All happen very soon,
The water will be water again,
The sun will be so gray,
The moon will rule over all,
And the pain will go away,
Well be brothers and sisters,
Lovers that too,
A world for all acceptation,
And it all awaits you,
So come and hear the morning birds,
Sing their song of new,
For there it lies glistening,
One of its few,
And so now I look upon,
The sun setting what it may lack,
For there high above a raven flies,
In its mouth a rose the color black.


"Apocalypse"
By: R. Vates
Energy....Stuck in a moment in the past,
The present, now and always.
Forever one with the universe...
The universe torn in two pieces.
And never again will it shine.
The words fall from broken lips,
The mouth trembles with anticipation.
Waiting, and seeing behind the blades of
infinity. Only in our lifetime.
Running backwards fowards,
Skipping stones in an endless stream...Life.
Following the rythm of earth,
We seek what we can never know.
Higher it pulls us into the nothingness of
mankind.
Our own destruction we have created.
Filling the air with darkness, and it drips
So slowly now.
The earth trembles, and our bones are weak.
Never again may we remember what never was.
Further into the ground...
Digging for words of past civilizations...
Never again.
Seeking truth,
But believing the lies.
What is hidden from us,
Is what we were before.
Washing the brain,
With sounds of structure and chaos.
Together as one, yet never united.
Tying up our thoughts with myths and lore.
Fiction never seemed so real.
Now we sit quiet,
Almost waiting for the end to come.
A weary spirit comes from deep within,
It pours out it's sadness to the earth.
Fields of laughter,
From the children who will never know.
Discussion, remembrance,
And what the future holds,
It is all to bright for human eyes.
When the sun comes closer,
Bringing with it secrets, and promises.
Complete fulfillment.
One more time around,
One more day to live.
Everything matters when nothing does.

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BD: Adam Smith, John Maynard Keynes
DD: Carl Maria von Weber
World Environment Day