AntiqueKevin
male, 24 |
Celibate Youth...
Sapulpa, Oklahoma / United States
member since 02.01.2009
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I am a young American Indian living in a small mid western town called Sapulpa and I am currently working at a place called petty's fine foods in utica square in Tulsa (a city near Sapulpa) At the present I am working on photography, writing and making my way into experimental film. As I write this I am working on a film script and novel these projects will no doubt take awhile but I have youth at my side. I came to this place a few months back searching for those involved in the revealing of beauty and truth. I want to meet everyone of you male or female, young and old so please do feel free to send me a message and I will do my utmost best to respond it should be noted that I will respond and shall ignore no one for there is nothing in my mind more terrible besides being goofy about the occassional sadness and sorrow that comes from the human condition then to walk with your nose in the air as if you mattered and ignore those who come to greet you.
Thank you
Verily
Kevin
My interest in the following are.
Interest: The Victorian Era, Dandyism, Music, Literature, Writing, Painting, Cinema, Photography, Antiques, Art, History, American Indians, Catholicism, Medievalism, Beauty, Oklahoma, The Old South, The Pre-Raphaelites, The 19th Century, 1900's, 1910's, 1920's, Victorian Era Fashion, Historic Fashion, Suits, Gothic.
Photography: F. Holland Day, Wilhelm Von Gloeden, Oscar Rejlander, Julia Margaret Cameron, Pierre Et Gilles.
Films and Directors: Andrei Tarkovsky, Carl Theodore Dryer, Michelangelo Antonioni, Ingmar Bergman, Franco Zeffirelli, D.W. Griffith, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Maya Deren, Sergei Eisenstein, David Lynch, Fritz Lang, The Age of Innocence, Silent Cinema, Early Cinema, German Expressionism, Cimarron (1932) Barry Lyndon, Amadeus, Harold Lloyd, Rudolph Valentino, Lilian Gish, Mary Pickford, Fist in the Pocket, The Marx Brothers, I am Cuba, Black Robe, The Shoes of the Fisherman, Shallow Grave, Trainspotting, 28 Days Later, Laurence Olivier, Samuel West, Orson Wells, John Malkovich.
Music: Dead Can Dance, Arcana, Raison D'etre, Massive Attack, Tricky, Mercury Rev, Interpol, Sarah June, Pulp, Suede, Supergrass, The Happy Mondays, The Stone Roses, Orb, The Boards of Canada, Godspeed! You Black Emperor, Nile, Stephan Micus, Hildegard of Bingen, Arcangelo Corelli, Giovanni Gabrieli, Claudio Monteverdi, Lassus, Josquin, Carlo Gesualdo, Guillaume de Machaut, Leonin, Perotin, Charpentier, Henry Purcell, Mozart, Handel, Vivaldi, Ludwig Von Beethoven, Franz Liszt, Frédéric Chopin, Verdi, Claude Debussy, Erik Satie, Tomas Luis de Victoria, Von Weber, Domenico Scarlatti, Lorenzo Perosi, Arvo Part, Henryk Gorecki, Krzystof Penderecki, Gregorian Chant, Orthodox Music, Old-Time, Antique, Billy Murray, Ada Jones, Will F. Denny, Arthur Pryor, George P. Watson, J.W. Myers, Dan W. Quinn, Al Jolson, Paul Whiteman Orchestra, Red Hot Jazz, 1890's, 1900's, 1910's, 1920's, Ragtime, Edison Phonographs, Wax Cylinders, 78 rpm's.
Literature: Gothic Literature, Romanticism, Edgar Allan Poe, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, George Byron, Oscar Wilde, Charles Baudelaire, Arthur Rimbaud, Dante Alighieri, Thomas Aquinas, Anselm of Canterbury, Francis of Assisi, John of The Cross, Clark Ashton Smith, H.P. Lovecraft, Anne Rice, George Sterling, Nora May French, Mihai Eminescu.
Oh yes if you would like to see my photographs I will direct you to my MySpace profile
myspace.com/antiquekevin
P.S.
Here is a little bit of a poem I am working on entitled "Requiescat"
"So we the two of that forbidden infatuation
Finally left this ether of lament and breathed once more its mournful reverie.
To which we contemplated its pale memorial marble marking
Those whom are departed, dead within this sad and sinful world.
“No more, and not a second longer we should stay.”
I said thinking of thee. For I knew among other supposed tragedies
That this ashen melody borne of the decomposed
Will continue though we leave to play and serenade
In that biblical reign of sorrow and new life.
And thus I remembered happily upon our exit that the angel of who bides in purgatory
Will always until the very end comfort,
All those souls who walk o’er this dreary coffin board
That holds the dust of children no more. " |
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