“Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight”

Do me wrong, do me right. Tell me lies but hold me tight.
Save your good-byes for the morning light, but don’t let me be lonely tonight.

Say goodbye and say hello. Sure enough good to see you, but it’s time to go.
Don’t say yes but please don’t say no, I don’t want to be lonely tonight.

Go away then, damn you, go on and do as you please,
You ain’t gonna see me getting down on my knees.
I’m undecided, and your heart’s been divided, you’ve been turning my world upside down.

Do me wrong, do me right, right now, baby. Go on and tell me lies but hold me tight.
Save your good-byes for the morning light, morning light,
but don’t let me be lonely tonight.
I don’t want to be lonely tonight, no, no, I don’t want to be lonely tonight.

I don’t want to be lonely tonight.

James Taylor, 1972

Don’t let your loved one’s feel alone, sad or cold this New Year’s Eve.

Happy New Year!

John Lennon’s ‘Sgt. Pepper’s’; Piano, Bob Dylan Lyric Sheets Head to Auction

John Lennon‘s Sgt. Pepper’s-era home piano, used by the Beatles legend to compose “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds” and “A Day in the Life,” among others, is set to hit the auction block December 10th as the marquee item in Sotheby’s “A Rock & Roll Anthology: From Folk to Fury.”

The red-and-black John Broadwood and Sons cottage upright piano, which was housed in Lennon’s Kenwood home when he was writing songs for Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, is estimated to sell for between $1.2 and $1.8 million; Lennon’s “Imagine” piano, featured on the 1970 classic, sold at auction for $2.1 million in 2000.

Lennon’s Sgt. Pepper’s piano comes with a plaque, installed by Lennon in 1971, denoting that the instrument was used to pen “Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds,” “A Day in the Life,” “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite” and “Good Morning Good Morning.”

 

 

Courtesy of Sothebys

 The “From Folk to Fury” auction also includes unique Bob Dylan items like the singer’s autographed final manuscript for “Blowin’ in the Wind,” featuring Dylan’s handwritten corrections and signature “Bob Dylan 1962.”

Four handwritten versions of Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind” are known to exist; the one hitting the block at Sotheby’s, estimated to sell for between $300,000 and $500,000, is the July 1962 version used by Dylan to record The Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan track.

Dylan and the Band‘s Rick Danko’s typed manuscript for “This Wheel’s on Fire,” with handwritten edits presumably by Danko, will also hit the auction block with a $60,000 estimate. Sketches that Dylan drew of Joan Baez, as well as sketches Baez made of Dylan, are also available at the auction.

 

Courtesy of Sothebys

Other notable items include the Eagles‘ original, handwritten manuscript for “Hotel California,” featuring lyrics penned by both Don Henley and Glenn Frey and estimated to sell for between $500,000 and $700,000.

Original paintings by David Bowie, a cache of Lou Reed’s Velvet Underground lyrics, Jim Morrison’s 1971 handwritten notebook, John Lennon’s Help! jacket and Johnny Rotten’s lyrics for the Sex Pistols’ “Problems,” penned on Malcolm McLaren’s office stationary, will also be auctioned off.

Read the original article here on Yahoo Music

You may not have heard of Michiyo Yasuda, but you know her work

Michiyo Yasuda, the artist who coloured some of Studio Ghibli’s greatest films, has died at the age of 77.

She worked with iconic animator Hayao Miyazaki on 13 animated productions including My Neighbour Totoro and Howl’s Moving Castle.

Her work helped Spirited Away win best animated feature at the 2003 Oscars.

She retired in 2008 but returned to work with Studio Ghibli on 2013’s historical drama, The Wind Rises.

Yasuda first worked with Hayao Miyazaki in 1968 on The Great Adventure of Horus, Prince of the Sun, when the two were employed by Japanese animation studio Toei Doga.

Hayao Miyazaki founded Studio Ghibli in 1985 and Michiyo worked with the company from the start, leading the studio’s colour department.

Ghibli has been celebrated for using hand-drawn elements in their productions, long after digital animation became the norm in animation (although their movies have been coloured digitally).

She spoke of her admiration for Hayao Miyazaki in 2009, shortly after the release of Ponyo, a Ghibli re-telling of The Little Mermaid.

“I have respected Mr Miyazaki since our days at Toei Doga, and I have always loved his way of thinking,” she told The LA Times.

“Colour has a meaning and it makes the film more easily understood. Colours and pictures can enhance what the situation is on screen.”

She was responsible for bringing characters such as Chihiro (the lost little girl in Spirited Away), Kiki (the optimistic young witch in Kiki’s Delivery Service) and the iconic Totoro (My Neighbour Totoro) to life on screen.

Totoro became the logo for Studio Ghibli and even made a cameo appearance in Disney’s Toy Story 3.

Her work on Spirited Away was praised in 2002 by US film critic Roger Ebert, who said the film was “A pleasure to regard, with its subtle use of colours, clear lines, rich detail and its realistic depiction of fantastical elements.”

She also worked on critically acclaimed 1988 war movie, Grave Of The Fireflies, widely considered one of the most emotional animated movies ever made.

In 2007, The Colour Artisan of Animation, a book about Michiyo’s work was published in Japan, celebrating her career.

Fans of Studio Ghibli movies have been paying tribute on Twitter.

Original Article by: By Michael Baggs for Newsbeat 

Read it Here

Fair love.

Lets play fair
Love me, love me not
Take a blood red rose
So pretty soft and tenuous
With full of irritants
Do you feel anything different?
How every thorn cutting your fingers from within out 
Have you ever seen this?
When pretty things change into worse 
From fruits to flames 
Rewards to horrors
Angels to demons
Smiles to sadness
Have you ever experienced?
When everything gets rough like an addiction 
Or someone did black magic 
Now pluck every petal with brutality 
And read it loud with clarity 
One by one, together
Love me, love me not
And feel the aching of cruelty 
That’s how people get plucked from each other
Turned dark
Tainted
And
Cold blooded person
While swallowing the reality.

Maham Fatima for Beyond Sanity Publishing

 

What we are up to!

It is exciting to see people with talent and the will to write joining hands to create beautiful art and literature.

That being said, I announced last year that Beyond Sanity Publishing is accepting submissions for a paperback anthology of the best work submitted. Last date to submit was May 31st. So right now I am going through hundreds of different poems and stories to see what comes where. I will announce the final list on In July!

So that leaves us with little over a week. way too much to do, so little time. Beyond Sanity Publishing is currently working on the following projects:

• The Youth Of Pakistan by Hafiza Noor.ul.Ain
• Psychaotic by Irum Zahra (2nd Edition)
• The Tales of Crucified Blunt by Areesh Fatmee
• Five Wishes and the prophecy of the prince by Faran Kiani
• Out of the labyrinth by Zoha Hidayat and Saja Ali
• Reneging Quiescence by Dr. Samiha Zubair
• Eliminating Riba- A Way Forward by Summan Waseem

Many other projects are in pipeline as well, including my personal favorite, Humans of ICG. I studied in Islamabad College for girls for 12 years and it was a long long time. I learnt so much and I went through so many emotional changes during that time. ICG was and is a place where we made friends, had endless gossip sessions, motivational pep talks sessions, Oh and the students week was the best of all. Funfairs, concerts, book fairs. What was not there?

Sadly, not me anymore. Everyone graduated and then their sisters are there and their cousins and the cycle goes on. The story goes on. So I decided to make a Facebook platform where everyone who has attended ICG can submit a story of their time in ICG and other students can read and share and relate to the same things. This project is lead by Maham Fatima, an excellent student of ICG and a very important member of Team Beyond Sanity.

We have also started a giveaway, Enter Here! winner will get a free BOOK from us and an Eid gift! How cool is that. 

Then, we are currently taking submissions for book reviews ans marketing. If you’re already a published writer, let us help you in promoting your work to our audience.

Highlight of this week is Noor.ul.ain’s National Television Interview, that you can watch Here.  We are so proud of her. To order her book, please drop an email at beyondsanitybooks@gmail.com

SUMMERS! Send us your summer book collection. we want to know what you’e reading.

Have fun!

 

 

Let Writers Love.

Don’t let a writer fall in love with you if you’re afraid of the attention.

Because they will notice everything – the way you wrinkle your forehead when completely clueless about something. How you absentmindedly scratch your knee when furiously scribbling notes. The soft sigh that escapes your lips when you lean back on your pillow, tired after a day’s work. They will notice the slightest of purrs that emanates from you as you pull a blanket over your body, and the softest of smiles in which your left dimple flashes merrily.

Don’t let a writer fall in love with you if you’re apprehensive of taking care.

They will be emotional – dramatic too, sometimes to the extent of driving you crazy. But don’t lose your cool when, and not if, they do that when you two fight. Look into their eyes and see past the heightened emotions within their soul. Don’t take offense when they make compare situations to some scene from some book they read in some bookstore. Instead, take their hand and convince them that you are not one of the bad guys they’ve read about. Emphasize on how you’re not Prince Charming, or a knight in shining Armour either – although they know for a fact that those don’t exist. Just tell them how you’re…you. And honestly, if you mean even a little bit to them, that is going to be much more than enough.

Don’t let a writer fall in love with you if you’re not going to let them know why.

Because they will be curious. Curious about why your eyes glitter magically when you see someone perform on stage. Inquisitive about why you steel you jaw every time the topic of childhood comes up in the most random of conversations, and why you quickly steer the topic away from yours. They will want to know why you hide the slightest of tremors in your fingers as you light a match. Be prepared to give an answer to their curious eyes when they see you pause for the smallest second at your ex-best friend’s contact – someone you haven’t talked to in months because of some small stupid fight you two had, but neither of you is willing to bow down – in your phone and scroll rapidly ahead.

Don’t let a writer fall in love with you if you’re afraid of the idea of Forever.

Because they will immortalize you with their words. If a sculptor loves you, they will chisel your face into stone. If a chef loves you, they will bake soufflés and tarts for you that are lighter than air, sinking under the weight of their own promise, melting into sweetness the moment you put them in your mouth. If a painter loves you, they will create magic with brush strokes and water and paint onto their canvas, your face hidden in the shadows of the sun hitting the mountains at sunset. But when a writer loves you, they create another You. You will be the muse behind so many of their poems, their pieces, their writings. Words are their weapons that they sharpen against the stone their experience, the sparks that fly off igniting inspiration in their mind. They will describe you and your actions in ways even you were unaware of. They will startle you with their observation, maybe even scare you by how open you were to them. They will take you by surprise, and will never stop for as long as you know them.

But while not letting a writer fall in love with you, be careful not to fall in love with them yourself.

Disclaimer: This piece was Submitted by Ananya Bhardwaj to The Artelier

‘You still taste the same. Bitterly sweet and addicting’

Pushing the dark heavy gates open, she walked over the fallen dry leaves cracking them under her feet. The sun was walking away from the face of the world leaving behind a trail of burning orange.

There she was, in the graveyard. The very same one he wanted to be buried in. Approaching towards him she felt a gentle hug, a hug of the cool wind. She smiled and whispered ‘Your obsession with hugs are never gonna end’.

She was there. She was with him. Close to him. Watching him rest there. Sleeping deeply. She moved her hands over his tombstone caressing his beautiful face cut. Her stare was mad. She wanted to cage him in her eyes from his grave. The pearls in her eyes were making the grave saline with her sorrow.

She gently trailed her fingers over the damp moist soil admiring his chiseled body. She bent down as the hug of the wind grew tighter with clouds moaning. She bent and kissed him over his chest deeply and whispered ‘You still taste the same. Bitterly sweet and addicting’.

Written  by Muhammad Hamza

Merciful Man

Björk, “Mutual Core” video still, 2012. Credit: Directed by Andrew Thomas Huang, Image courtesy of Wellhart Ltd & One Little Indian

When I was light and insufficient,

My ears were fond of hearing.

That women are fine and elegant,

While men are arrogant *domineering*

Attains the nature that persecute,

Turns world into his enemies through combating

His style..converse and expatiate,

Depicts constrain and tormenting.

He walks arrogantly *belligerent*

Cares for none,such egotistic.

He is caged between his own thoughts,

Ignores others,Oh!the creature overweening.

“But ,oh!You women,much delicate,

“not every men is bossy and subjugating”

As I grew up and became adolescent,

i stumbled upon a Man, relying

He changed my view on men entirely,

revealed the qualities not obviously manifesting

my time spent with him benignly

Such voice which was soul-soothing

I came across his tender and warmth,

My God!emotions full of nurturing.

The way he looked upon women,

The stare of his eyes is embellishing

“Men has those feelings that tear him down”

Yet he is strong not unconvincing.

The reason he hides so often his screech,

The world demands him to be fiercing

Is he tha man i was told to restrict?

Nay!he must be the angel sparkling.

“Not every man that gaze on woman,

Is meant to be unbefitting

Stop labeling traits of men as brutal,

Not every man is callous and unfeeling.

Asma Rashid for Beyond Sanity Publishing

Realistic Roughness

Tete d’une Femme Lisant By Pablo Picasso

Do you know why its really difficult to surrender yourself against the norms? Because we are too strangled between our wishes and the acceptance of the circumstances. Whenever we find a situation suffocating us, we run towards many obstacles that are actually helpless in providing any cure or solution. We always forget why patience is the key. It plays a major role; either helps you slow down with your hypertension about any issue you are facing or teaches to just accept things at whatever pace they are running at. No matter how much we control that discussing your problems with anyone isn’t going to help; we still want to talk to someone who can just listen to us without blaming us for anything. And sometimes the thought “may be this was meant to happen” forces the discussion especially when the other person comes up with an idea whether or not it will work. Sometimes the hypertension of the situation takes control over everything that we start believing in every ideology or every experiment to get rid of the current situation. This definitely does not mean one can just simply give up without putting any effort into the situation and start thinking as if they have initiated the patience gear. Everyone must give their best and take everything light with a positive mind set of an excellent outcome. As we all know the more sweetened it will be, the better results will come. Above all, when someone is suffering from the toughest of reality, a little bit of hallucination of being successful in future isn’t so bad. In fact, it makes us a true believer and a leader. It opens up doors of opportunities where you can stand as someone with perhaps the worst of all experiences and still achieved what you had desired. This clearly means you did not give up, you patiently waited while putting your best. You can actually stand as a inspiring figure for someone who might be suffering today from the same what you went through yesterday. You can be the candle in their lives to show the difficult past easy with the light of your experiences. That feels really good. Give it a try. 

Marvi Rajput for Beyond Sanity Publishing

Choice

They tell us,
To follow our dreams,
But whose dreams really?
Do we follow?
This society,
With its pleasure centered mind,
Making us believe,
That we will have,
The ideal life,
The perfect one,
Telling us the ingredients,
Of a happy life,
So I ask you,
Now all grown up,
Are you happy?
Are you really fucking happy?
Maybe we should have focused,
Less on the definition of happiness,
Handed to us,
And focused more,
On being content,
With what we have,
In defining,
Our own values,
Using our own damn mind,
Just once,
So we don’t become,
Zombies,
Mindless imbeciles,
Following trends,
Seeking pleasures,
Things out of our reach,
But it’s never too late,
To get up from your ass,
Use that rusty head,
And change your life,
Enlightenment is a blessing,
For us cursed souls,
Look deep within,
And find what inspires,
Your pathetic self,
Let it consume you,
Take control over you,
And for once,
Make an effort,
To change,
And I promise,
If you have,
Just a fragment,
Of your soul left,
You will find happiness,
Not in the brothels,
Not in the beer,
Certainly not in this,
Fricking materialistic life,
But in the service,
Of one another,
In the smile of a child,
In the rain,
In the kisses of your love,
In this imperfect world,
Embrace the little things,
These Small moments,
Will make up,
For the void,
There is no perfect time,
No perfect place,
That will bring you joy,
The time is now,
The place is here,
Find it,
Cherish it,
Love it,
Be content with it,
Or keep complaining,
The choice is yours.

Sheharyar Azeem For Beyond Sanity Publishing