31 August, 2012
30 August, 2012
1 planet 1 blood.
Heart found encasing a refuse receptacle in Brunswick Street, Fitzroy. Found and captured by our fellow magical creature Cronch. 
28 August, 2012
Daily love mail.
I just LOVE receiving love mail from my beautiful students.
How could this not brighten up one's day?
26 August, 2012
A piscine heart. By Anna.
Whimsical yet unworldy, dreamy yet caring and compassionate, the Pisces child is perfectly depicted floating within the magical contained universe of the rockpool, looking out at the world in an engaging yet faraway gaze. Our friend Anna, a Melbourne-based designer, designed this poster to represent the Pisces star sign in a contemporary light. She sourced the image in its original form from a travel blog she stumbled across during her Masters work. Discover more of Anna's magical things on her Blog: www.studiopossum.com xx
Party hearts.
This is a love story. It begins with a girl. A girl who is asked to assist others. Before this beginning is the beginning of another beginning. The realisation that this same girl must choose to self-help before any other selves can be helped. She does this by collecting hearts.
On this day, we see said girl enter a cooking class tailored to people of various ages and (cognitive?) abilities. It is a day of celebration. It marks the birth anniversaries of several cooking participants. But moreover it marks a union of magical creatures. Hearts abound.
25 August, 2012
Our daily love heart find...
We heart the Rose Street Artists' Market in Fitzroy (mostly 'cause there is such an incredible proliferation of hearts!)...
And at such bargain prices...
Blowing hearts. The girl band with actual heart.
The Village people meets The Magical Creatures Union of Melbourne in a stand-off of epically loving proportions. Spice Girls eat your HEARTS out (and then take pictures of this and post them on http://foundlovehearts.blogspot.com.au/)!
23 August, 2012
Sometimes, when I miss you...
Sometimes, when I miss
you, I go for a walk and I look at the stars. I imagine I’m wearing silver moon
boots with springs in the soles. I jump. Once, twice, and then all of a sudden
I am s o a r i n g through the night sky, across vast blue seas, through white cotton clouds, higher and higher and faster and faster, just to get to you. Wherever you are. A long silk curtain hangs from
an unknown place. It’s purple. I take hold of it, and I s w e e p from one star
to the next! Down, around, and up again, landing with that sound a triangle
makes. . .ting! And then I start all over again. I’m searching for you. You’re a
bright star perched perfectly in a twinkling sky. Somewhere. In a galaxy far,
far away. One day, I’ll find you again.
Expressions of love.
Heart.Love.Fear.Hope.Desire.Passion.Fire.Flow.Star.Black.Claws.Bite.Scratch.Skin.Warm.Cold.Stagnant.Wanting.Trying.Restraint.Emotion.Chest.Hair.Tearing.Cry.Ripping.Feel.Scream.Red.Purple.Velvet.Tree.Strong.Twisted.Tied.Night.Moon.Blue.Mist.Creature.Water.Expression.Destroy.Damage.Despair.Empty.Alone.Power.Control.Dominance.Wolf.Woman.Energy.Man.Fly.Air.Breath.Scent.You.
22 August, 2012
Novocastrian love.
A loving submission by our friend and fellow magical creature Darren Roy Mortimer.
A German love letter.
Meine Liebe,
Ich wollte dich ein Deutscher Liebes-Breif schreiben. Ich bin mir nicht so sicher warum… Ehrlich gesagt habe ich nie der Deutsche Sprache genossen (sorry!) und du kannst ja so wie so perfektest Englisch sprechen! Aber auf ein mal hat der Deutsche sprache einem neuen Licht bekommen, die durch eine Verbindung mit dir aufgenommen ist, und Ich mag auch noch die Idee dass ich mit dir so direct wie möglich sprechen kann. Zum Glück, habe ich eine Freundin, die auch Deutsch spricht und mit dem ich schon eine Menge von meinem Herz teile.
Wir haben eine lustige Zeit zusammen verbracht - in der erste Woche wusste ich schon dass du mich angeguckt hast, aber mein Kopf war anderswo, und dann das letzte Wochenende brachte ich meinen Kopf in die vorliegende und öffnete ich mich bei dir. Und dann bist du weg geflogen! Also bin ich mir nicht sicher, wo genau wir jetzt stehen...
Ich weiß, dass du momentan auf deinem eigenen Weg bist -sowohl physisch so wie von dein Herz aus, und ich möchte es nicht behindern. Ich fühle mich trotzdem als ob wir den Beginn von etwas hatten, und ich möchte auch einen Mittel unser Geschicht zu begrunden.
Wie auch immer, ich werde es mit dir verlassen. Vielleicht musst du es für eine Weile stehen lassen. Oder vielleicht hast du bereits eine klare Vorstellung davon, was du ueberhaupt willst (ich habe den Eindruck, dass du in ziemlich regelmäßigen Kommunikation mit dich selbst bist). Aber was auch immer passiert, bin ich sehr froh, dich kennengelernt zu haben!
Pass auf dich auf. Ich hoffe dass du eine unglaublichen Zeit geniesst dort.
Mit liebe.
Ich wollte dich ein Deutscher Liebes-Breif schreiben. Ich bin mir nicht so sicher warum… Ehrlich gesagt habe ich nie der Deutsche Sprache genossen (sorry!) und du kannst ja so wie so perfektest Englisch sprechen! Aber auf ein mal hat der Deutsche sprache einem neuen Licht bekommen, die durch eine Verbindung mit dir aufgenommen ist, und Ich mag auch noch die Idee dass ich mit dir so direct wie möglich sprechen kann. Zum Glück, habe ich eine Freundin, die auch Deutsch spricht und mit dem ich schon eine Menge von meinem Herz teile.
Wir haben eine lustige Zeit zusammen verbracht - in der erste Woche wusste ich schon dass du mich angeguckt hast, aber mein Kopf war anderswo, und dann das letzte Wochenende brachte ich meinen Kopf in die vorliegende und öffnete ich mich bei dir. Und dann bist du weg geflogen! Also bin ich mir nicht sicher, wo genau wir jetzt stehen...
Ich weiß, dass du momentan auf deinem eigenen Weg bist -sowohl physisch so wie von dein Herz aus, und ich möchte es nicht behindern. Ich fühle mich trotzdem als ob wir den Beginn von etwas hatten, und ich möchte auch einen Mittel unser Geschicht zu begrunden.
Wie auch immer, ich werde es mit dir verlassen. Vielleicht musst du es für eine Weile stehen lassen. Oder vielleicht hast du bereits eine klare Vorstellung davon, was du ueberhaupt willst (ich habe den Eindruck, dass du in ziemlich regelmäßigen Kommunikation mit dich selbst bist). Aber was auch immer passiert, bin ich sehr froh, dich kennengelernt zu haben!
Pass auf dich auf. Ich hoffe dass du eine unglaublichen Zeit geniesst dort.
Mit liebe.
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Dearest,
I wanted to write you a letter in German. I'm not sure why; I have never liked the German language (sorry!) and of course you speak near perfect English. But German has taken on a new light through its association with you, and also I like the idea of speaking to you in the most direct way possible. And, luckily for me, I have a friend who speaks German and with whom I already share a lot of what is in my heart.
We had a funny time together- the first week I knew you were looking at me but my head was elsewhere, and then the last weekend I brought my head into the present and opened myself up to you. And then you got on a plane! So I'm not sure where that left us...
I know that you are on your own journey right now- both physically and of your heart- and I don't want to interfere with that. I do feel like we had the beginning of something, though, and I would like to have a middle too.
Anyway, I'll leave it with you. Maybe you need to sit with it for a while. Or maybe you already have a clear idea of what you want (I get the impression that you are in pretty regular regular communication with your self). But whatever happens I am so happy to have met you!
Take care or yourself. I do hope that you are having an incredible time there.
Love.
Dearest,
I wanted to write you a letter in German. I'm not sure why; I have never liked the German language (sorry!) and of course you speak near perfect English. But German has taken on a new light through its association with you, and also I like the idea of speaking to you in the most direct way possible. And, luckily for me, I have a friend who speaks German and with whom I already share a lot of what is in my heart.
We had a funny time together- the first week I knew you were looking at me but my head was elsewhere, and then the last weekend I brought my head into the present and opened myself up to you. And then you got on a plane! So I'm not sure where that left us...
I know that you are on your own journey right now- both physically and of your heart- and I don't want to interfere with that. I do feel like we had the beginning of something, though, and I would like to have a middle too.
Anyway, I'll leave it with you. Maybe you need to sit with it for a while. Or maybe you already have a clear idea of what you want (I get the impression that you are in pretty regular regular communication with your self). But whatever happens I am so happy to have met you!
Take care or yourself. I do hope that you are having an incredible time there.
Love.
Ferocious love. For now.
Hey man in my dreams,
I am writing you this love letter because I can. I want to
express (invisibly, within the confines of my safe little journal) to you a
brand of sweetness that seems, as yet (or has it already been?), almost
entirely elusive and somewhat unobtainable/unavailable to your scarred and
ragged heart. I want that mountain
of tears to melt, I want an avalanche of icy, shattered hurt to melt, to reveal
that sore, tender and yet shining mound of heart that I know beats so deftly somewhere there within that hot,
throbbing lion’s chest of yours. Ohhh mmmmmmmm that same chest I want to claw
at and strip and tease and fucking HAVE next to my warm body as you stroke me
there and all over with your calloused hands. Your scarred paws need to read my
maps, carve tracks into my scarred body, trace my (our) imperfections with your
touch. Or are you too busy counting yours and clocking them up, tallying your
hurts and weighing them up in the midst of your self-depreciating Egyptian
death rituals? I want to swear and sway and fuck and beat rhythms into the
earth that caves beneath us. I want ecstatic ritual to be our only voyeuristic
ally. I want I want! If truth be told I saw your eyes for the first time as if
it were a re-remembering. Those eyes that bore down on me, invited me to pierce
into, asked me to ask more. And then closed. Like a moth to the flame I run
into eyes that express that same hurt I recognise, I know. I can read them
because I know that hurt. You may think you are fooling the world but I am not
part of that world. I am of the same tree. Your fruits, born of suffering and
flagellation, I have felt those same lashings. The scars are also mapped out in
my eyes. Our eyes. I have wanted to rob my own eyes of these same dark shadows.
But yet I revere them. I honour scars, my scar clan. Our scar clan. A clan that
is thickly encrusted with the blood of a thousand battles. I can smell your
warrior instinct and it enacts a type of protective mechanism that I need you
to help me understand. Are you there?
With ferocity and love.
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