YEATS Motherf–er
I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Take me to innisfree
But the cottage below looks straight out of Grey Gardens!
http://www.sligozone.ie/Innisfree.htm
I love yeats poem but the video on this page advertising Inisfree is another dimension on going to Inisfree…this blogger is hawt!!!
That overgrown post-apocalypse room is amazing!
Love the bedroom photos. Tyler Durden should live there.