FREEDOM’S JUST ANOTHER WORD FOR NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE

I just stumbled on this clip of the brilliant Kris Kristofferson singing a live and unadorned version of one of my all time favourite songs, ‘Me and Bobby McGee.’ Such a casual but deeply felt performance, the words so very beautiful. We adore Kris Kristofferson here at The Vampire’s Wife. Love, Susie x

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgvDa_nsMT4

Me and Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
When I'm feelin' near as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained
And took us all the way into New Orleans

I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield wipers slapping time
And Bobby's clapping hands we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothin’ left to lose
Nothin', it ain't worth nothin', but it’s free
And feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
You know feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

From the coalmines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul

Standing right beside me, Lord, through everything I done
Every night she kept me from the cold

One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away
Looking for the home and I hope she finds it
Well, I'd trade all my tomorrows for one single yesterday
Holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin', ain’t worth nothin’ but it’s free

Feelin' good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah

I COME FROM THERE

I love this poem, Tropical Town, by Salomón de la Selva. The poet was born in 1893, in León, Nicaragua, writing in both Spanish and English. He was active throughout his life in numerous labour and political movements He died on February 5, 1959. I love the line ‘I come from there…’, suggesting that the poet is an immigrant, far from home, dreaming of the repose of the cemetery, ‘where the green trees are.’ So very beautiful.

YOU MIGHT AS WELL LOVE

Someone called Vivienne from Auckland sent this beautiful poem/piece of philosophy from Pádraig Ó Tuama to my husband’s Red Hand Files this week. Such a wondrous thing as it falls to its very most simple and touching conclusion. Thank you, Vivienne, for enriching our little corners!

GRETA BELLAMACINA IN VENICE

Actress, poet, filmmaker, style icon and dear friend, Greta Bellamacina prepares to take on Venice Film Festival in her bespoke Raspberry Vampire’s Wife Dress and Cape. ‘There's such a magic to the shape of the dress–and the colour. It felt very special. There's also this timelessness to it. A lot of pieces from The Vampire’s Wife transcend the decades,' Greta says of the dresses. We adore Greta here at The Vampire’s Wife. Love Susie. x Black Under Heaven everything lives unnerved tiny cups and scissors hungover lilies in heaven marching in glass on the table our child arranging the sky,...

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