Paper Crowns

Candy Cigarette  — 1989 Sally Mann

 

Paper Crowns


Went out of my way
Found promises and presents
Love, was everything

Scowls deeply entwined
Sanguine’s broken-hearted words
Held me cold captive

In a world of hurt
All I really wanted:
Ribbons and candy

 

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
― Sylvia Plath
     Fog


Paloma Faith — “Black & Blue”

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137 thoughts on “Paper Crowns

    1. Thank you Andrew. I don’t think she knew what she was getting into at the time.

      I think love like everything changes. Sometimes we grow into it and sometimes we grow out of it. More often I wonder if we just grow apart. So many variables and so many outcomes and so many different types of love. These are just some quick thoughts, please enjoy the rest of your day. Take care. ~ Mia

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  1. I need to read more Sylvia Plath. Regarding love, I often find myself metaphysically passing through doors to enter new rooms in my life. Sometimes the person I thought I loved is still in the room I left three or four doors ago.

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    1. I hope you find some time to do that, I really enjoy the profound nature of her work.

      I found myself smiling as I read your remark about love, “three or four doors ago”. That certainly resonates with me. Oh, I’m laughing at myself. The idea of love seems to be this elusive thing, truly hard to define. I know it can be a noun or a verb, that doesn’t really help me.

      What I thought love was yesterday has altered my perception of love today and if you ask me tomorrow love will have again morphed into something I don’t know or even recognize for that matter. It’s always there, it’s never there, a constant cycle of almost being able to touch it, but not quite.

      Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and leaving a lovely comment for me. Wishing you a very enjoyable rest of the day. ~ Mia

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  2. Beautiful and transgressive beyond all that you want.

    I have often fought, fought & won, not perfection, but an acceptance of myself as having a right to live on my own human, fallible terms.
    by Sylvia Plath.

    Much love to you

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    1. Soul, thank you so much, I adore your kind words and of course the quote. I do so love Sylvia Plath.

      What are the boundaries? Are there any? Where’s the rule book? Ha-ha!

      We have talked of perfection, I think it does not exist. Maybe the closest we can come to that would be found in the imperfect, which I believe is where all great beauty is to be found.

      Always so much love for you. ~ Mia ❤

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      1. The Sylvia Plath is a writer among my favorites.

        The boundaries, rules, all of which created man but the man is not perfect and perfection does not exist in this world, perhaps of Neptune ha ha 🙂 🙂

        And then what life would be monotonous which is already a big break.

        So for me cheers
        transgression, art, love, understanding.

        LOVE to YOU ❤

        Soul

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    1. Charlie, thank you for your gracious words. I’m delighted to read that this effort spoke to you. Don’t you think that almost everyone can relate to the fact that love changes over time? Wishing you a marvelous afternoon, please enjoy yourself. Take good care. ~ Mia

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  3. I liked “Black and Blue”. “Wipe if off your sleeve, your superiority….” Ha. We are all more alike than we like to think.

    But I’m not sure I understand what Plath was trying to say. Was it about possessions?

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    1. “We are all more alike than we like to think.” We are, I agree, yet so many try to deny it. Ha-ha, my favorite line follows yours, “Don’t roll your eyes, my sweet”!

      The following is my take on her quote. I think that she is referring to the fact that when we want or desire something and we can call it “love” for this example, disappointment can be so great that it becomes the dreaded unfulfilled expectation along with all the emotional ramifications of “rejection” for a lack of a better word. So to not want anything is the safest bet, as we will not be disappointed and we can project ourselves from emotional injury. So yes, possessions of an emotional nature would certainly would fall in line here.

      Thank you so much for sharing your thought with me, I truly love it. Please enjoy the rest of your day! ~ Mia

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        1. Ha-ha, “In honor of “Stealing from Others Saturday”. That is absolutely marvelous! I’m so thrilled that you shared it with me, love the sentiment. Louise Erdrich summed it up perfectly, her words are exceptional. “Life will break you….Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.” Thank you so much! (I would have left a comment for you on your site, however, I see the comments are closed on this post.)

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    1. Thank you so much Alan. I’m delighted that you liked the last bit. I like the idea of paper crowns, ribbons and candy. Really suggesting it’s the little things in life that are the best. It’s always wonderful to read your comments. Wishing you well. ~ Mia

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  4. Loved this. Sylvia Plath was the perfect compliment for this candy-less and ribbon less party. Deep, soulful, and wonderfully written. 🍭🍭🍭🍭🍭 Well done Mia. 🙂
    Have a good evening. 💕

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    1. Thank you so much for such kind words. I adore Sylvia Plath, thank you. I love all of these little images that you include, one day you will have to share your secret. 🍭 Wishing you a wonderful evening. ❤

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  5. Lovely to meet you and your prodigious prose Miss Mia!! From a very early age strawberry ice cream would always ease the pain of a scraped knee or a broken heart, still does. I was going through a box of books last weekend and found a copy of “The Bell Jar.” I think it’s time to dust it off and read it again. Thanks for the inspiration…☆

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    1. Thank you for you’re warm and wonderful words Lola. Likewise, it’s lovely to meet you as well. It’s fascinating the comforts from our childhoods that we carry with us for the rest of our lives. You’re certainly welcome for the inspiration. Wishing you an enjoyable and creative evening. ~ Mia

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    1. Thank you, so very kind of you. You obviously can’t see me, but I’m smiling. I thought to myself, ah thank goodness, short and powerful and not long and hideously painful (my humor is a bit twisted). Thank you again, looking forward to visiting you. Wishing you a lovely (?) morning, noon, or night, ha-ha! Have a good one! ~ Mia

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      1. It serves you well. Most dingbats can’t read more than five hundred words without needing a lie down! Haha
        That said: you made great use of the words.
        It’s always morning in my world!
        All the best to you and yours and nice to jibber jabber, Mia.

        Chris.

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        1. Good morning perpetual sunshine! Chris, damn, thank god, a sense of humor!!! I would pray to God, please advise which one, for there are so many. Thank you for a wonderful reply. Now going to extend my visit and find our exactly what type of shenanigans you’ve got up your sleeve. Wishing you the very best, lovely chitchatting with you. ~ Mia

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          1. Morning CC!
            Btw: why copper cranes?

            Sense of humour?! It’s the only bloody sense worth having.
            The God with the clown feet and car that falls apart every time he eats spinach and ricotta. Though don’t quote me on that!
            Be careful what you read!! Some bite and some merely nibble. Depending on what day it is and if I’ve eaten my shreddies. The cereal and not the colloquial for underpants!
            All the best to you and enjoy your day.

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          2. Good morning Chris! Paper Cranes was not available, ha-ha! It’s all about mental, no I mean metal, hmm should it be mental? I’ve got another thing going on with a thing called the Metal Asylum, so there is a very loose connection.

            Indeed, I think sense of humor should be called the 7th sense. The Clown Footed God, do I kiss his big shoes? Laughing, shreddies! Thank you for the well wishes, enjoy your day too! ~ Mia

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          3. Ahhhhh! That’s why I like your blog! I knew there was a reason. Haha
            7th sense sounds ideal.
            You can kiss them if that’s your bag, but be careful of the spinning shoe tassels. He got hitler with that one. Hence the bad tash.
            I will. Tatty-bnoo.
            Chris

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          4. Must be something in the air, really how many people can claim they have both a 6th and 7th sense? Now that I know about the spinning shoe tassels, definitely off my bucket list, especially if Hitler had his lips there, it would be like kissing Eva Braun by proxy, I’ll have to take a pass not a fan of either one. Ha-ha, oh god laughing so hard “bad tash”, hilarious!

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          5. Not many! That’s what makes us slightly misunderstood higher beings. They nutjobs, but they’re just jealous.
            I know! You have taste it seems. Good quality.
            Apparently it was one of his sick sex games! Him and Eva would invite the clown over and slobber over the poor bastards red brogues! Then it was off to Poland!
            Sickos!

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          6. Slightly higher, tremendously higher! At the moment the only thing higher is the 8th sense. Heck yay, I don’t want to even think of tasting said tassels, ha-ha! You know I’ve had a shoe fetish forever, especially for a brogue shoe, but slobber always leaves a stain on the leather and the spit gets caught in all those tiny little holes, difficult to get it all out with your tongue. Apparently Eva and Adolf were game. Time is also a friend, as they got theirs. Did the sicko spare the clown or did he put the clown down with the Eva and the dog?

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    1. So true, it would make things easier. Thank you for the recommendation, I haven’t read it, just ordered and looking forward to its arrival. Thank you again, please enjoy the rest of your day. ~ Mia

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  6. Mia, that picture is amazing, yet bothersome. I remember candy cigarettes actually. Am I dating myself? I think they were ‘Popeye’ candy cigarettes. Hahaha. Popeye, the sailor man eating spinach and being buff, and I guess healthy, smoking cigarettes. Haha.
    I remember those days of wanting, wanting, and wanting. Never having enough. And then when I got what I wanted, it’s allure wore off after a couple of days. It’s a big lie, I believe. The idea that things, or even people could cause true and fulfilling satisfaction in the heart of man. I found that out the hard way (I guess).
    You know, I downloaded a couple of Kindle samplers of Sylvia Plath poetry, but haven’t had the chance to read yet. I’ll have to get around to it.
    Great poem, and vivid perception of a hard life lesson learned.
    Have a wonderful weekend Mia.
    🙂

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    1. Staci, ha-ha, now that you mention it, I remember them too! They had a kind of powdery coating on them once you removed the paper, trying to remember, gum right? I don’t recall the Popeye, but maybe the packaging was different depending on where you lived. But you know funny you should mention it, it was packaged to look like a pack of cigarettes. I love the work of Sally Mann, she capture so much raw emotion in her photography.

      Exactly, the wanting of things, thinking that’s a representation of love. I wonder if it’s the illusion of youth. I would have to imagine to be complete in some sort of sense, it’s something that we should all experience, as there is always something to be gained from both the pleasant and unpleasant. Maybe I’m just silly in this regard, but it works for me, always finding a lesson in everything.

      Thank you for sharing your thoughts Staci. I truly love the connection, especially because our views tend to lean in the same direction. Wishing you much sunshine and grace this weekend. ~ Mia ❤

      P.S. I hope you enjoy Sylvia!

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      1. Mia, I went to Google to see if I could find some ‘candy cigarette’ images. I was doubting if they were Popeye or not. Looks like I was right. The ones I used to eat were Popeye, however, there were images of other brands as well. Hahaha. Stores would never get away with selling those now-a-day, would they?
        “I wonder if it’s the illusion of youth.”
        –Could be. Actually, probably is. I guess that as well grow and mature, we grow out of that. Many come to realize that these things don’t truly fulfill, and are disappointed by that. Sort of like, “Well then, what does truly fulfill?” And then if one doesn’t find what fulfills by a certain age, they go through a mid-life crisis. Hahaha. Or maybe not.
        Thank you so much for the well wishes. I also truly appreciate our conversations as well.
        Lovely Monday to you.
        🙂 ❤

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        1. Staci, too funny, I did the exact same thing. Here in the States they packaged them to look like really cigarette packs, same brand names and everything. I don’t think there’s a politically correct market for the candy cigarette these days, ha-ha!

          Maybe we are meant to spend our lifetimes defining and redefining who and what we are, I really don’t know. Sometimes I feel like I have a hint of that knowledge, then in a flash it’s gone, ha-ha! Thank you for the lovely wishes. I want to wish you a wonderful week, may the days be filled with inspiration and creativity! ~ Mia ❤

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          1. Hahaha. Yea, I saw some images with the cigarette candy in packs that looked like real cigarettes. Hahaha. Times change, right. Haha. No, I don’t think there is any way to make it politically correct.
            Thanks Mia, you have an inspiration-filled week too.
            🙂

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  7. My apologies! Ridiculously higher!
    What happens there?!
    Is it where your mind and matter become one and you can eat as much carbs as you want without your belly button groaning like an old chair under a fatty?!
    Oops! Is that PC? Haha piffle.
    You know your shoes!
    Brogues do indeed have teeny tiny holes that spittle lives in. If I recall, they were invented for that very purpose.
    The were game for a lot of strange things. The freaks Like strip Ludo and Risk with shots of bilberry yoghurt.
    I fear you may have opened a door!
    The clown went to live in Maine and met Stephen King. He was very traumatised by the licking and tried to eat young Stephen. Bless.
    Tatty bnoo
    Chris

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    1. Chris, yes, yes, yes! Nirvana, you become one with everything, yet remain an independent contractor! A win-win! Eat all the air made carbs you like and never ever any belly fat! Hey, as for Hitler and his cohorts, you play hard, you pay hard, or harder! Now it makes total sense where Stephen got/gets all of his inspiration from, the memories of the clown, scary those clowns. Look, Stephen made lemonade and a lot of money, so the question becomes, where is my clown? ~ Mia

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    1. Shiva, thank you for sharing your thoughts and gracing my effort with your words. The world of hurt is a positively beautiful place to glean inspiration. Many find the aspects of hurt as a negative, imperfection is perfection for those that view if from a different perspective or through a different pair of glasses. 😉 Wishing you a wonderful week. Thank you again and take good care. ~ Mia

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        1. Chris! I’m laughing so hard, oh god! I picture you stomping your foot, as “Damn” is screamed with disappointment. As a consolation prize you can be CEO of the world, or you can have what’s behind door number two.

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  8. Ooooooohh! Door number two sounds intriguing! Unless…it isn’t a euphemism is it?
    Oh sod it, I’ll so want to see behind it, being a nosy bastard and also knowing how hard being CEO of this world would be.
    Definitely door number two please, Bob!

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    1. Euphemism, now really, how could you think such a thing of me? Bob, is not feeling so well, right now I think it may have been the saltpeter in the discarded military rations he found in the trash. You know when someone tells you not to do something, you have to go and do it immediately. I heard his producer tell him not to eat them. So I can offer you $5000 U$ dollars instead of a look behind door number two, not to mention it can be used towards my practice, making you a worthy client, foregoing the sales pitch. Hmm, what do you think?

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    1. You know I don’t know, since the sex scandal broke he’s never been the same, on a path of self-destruction. Let me work with my connections, really Jack Palance? Hmm, weird fetish but okay. I think I can swing the deal!

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      1. No fetish. I promise. My auntie likes him and I always said that one day I’d make it big and acquire a picture for her.
        As of yet I haven’t made it big. Not even bloody medium. I could at least get the Palance side ticked off. You have to helllllpp!

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        1. Right your auntie, but of course! Working on it. There is always the last option, 15 minutes of fame. Just go out and do something that requires little or no thought, immense stupidity always works and the media will be all over you! Instant fame!

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          1. Damn!! A challenge! I’m a sucker for challenges. But I’m also not so needy of fame that I could be a twot for money! Eeeek! What the feck am I to do?! Damn you man/woman!! Damn you to Coventry and back!!

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          2. It was during the time you were teaching Gandhi who to lip synch to Green Day!
            And the seal is called Nigel. Very friendly. Some say too friendly with the porpoise. But I’m not one for gossip.
            It’s quite sad really, the piggies I mean. 26 hours a day they dance. Poor tings.

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          3. I truly hope these memories start to return, make be a couple of White Russians would do the trick. I recall something about memory and being in the same frame of mind for recall. So I’m quite sure that’s the problem. I heard that Nigel was not just swimming with the porpoise, he always looked pretty slippery, even when dry. But you didn’t hear that from me. Well sort of sad, they are rewarded in the 27th hour with a whole man to devour.

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          4. They will. It will be the plastic: it jams signals.
            Oh, you heard that too. No I heard it from a manatee, called Salad. But you didn’t hear that either.
            Thank god I slept through that hour!! I hear I taste like choc-o-late!!

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  9. The husbands are as clean as shiny pins. It’s an expression that all former pin makers utilise.
    You should know that, being a pin maker supreme and all.
    And the rage in Blackpool! You should go visit.
    Take a vicar and see! Haha

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    1. Still vague on the pin maker, another drink please! Oh yes, Blackpool, where they have banned all birthday cakes in school, lovely place. Underground rage? I’d be delighted to accompany the vicar, we will have some fun and then some!

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  10. A triple flying your way.
    And rightly so! Children should be grateful they have a school, never min filling it with cake. Weasels! Nothing more and nothing less.
    So I hear. Trains and sewers.
    Remember: he’s not just a sex toy. A vicar is for life not just for Chrismouse!tattybnoo!

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    1. Hit the spot, thank you! My head is much clearer now, but then again maybe it was the Lysergide. Did you say take the underage children to the underground rage with the vicar? That’s a fabulous idea, it will be just like Chrismouse with toys and everything!

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        1. Just following your recommendation. Btw the vicar had the time of his life, literally, I think he really came out of his shell, exposing his true self. He may actually enjoy that special wing! I hope your sending a double-double, it’s the only way to start the day!

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          1. raging with children was most certainly not my recommendation. Now setting them alight and floating them down a river to see which one is faster – a sort of extreme pooh sticks, if you will- that’s my recommendation!
            Try snorting a single. It’s like a double double.

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  11. Yes! Let’s! We could set the skies to smiling!
    Entice the rivers to sing as they meander! Untie the angst that knots the continents! And lastly we could be freeeeeeee!
    Hmmmm…I’ve turned into a bad musical!!

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    1. Nitin, thank you so much for you kindness. I think it just might be kind of true, where does happiness or contentment come from? Maybe it’s magical thinking on my part, but I think it’s in all the little things that often go unnoticed. I’m planning to visit you today, I’m looking forward to see what you’ve been up to. Thank you again, enjoy the last bit of the week. ~ Mia 🙂

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    1. Saaransh, *smiles*, “warm captive” clever, I like this. I may have to use this word combo in something, thank you, of course you would get the credit. 😉 Thank you for your wonderful words and thoughts, I’m delighted to read that you enjoy my efforts. It’s all quite by accident I assure you, like the Accidental Tourist. Words are not my true medium, but they are very addictive. Please enjoy your evening. ~ Mia

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