Sunday, February 27, 2011

An Indirect Anguish

"I'm gonna lean up against you; you just lean right back against me. This way, we don't have to sleep with our heads in the mud."

Ars Poetica

Between shadow and space, between trimmings and damsels, 
endowed with a singular heart and sorrowful dreams,
precipitously pallid, withered in the brow
and with a furious widower's mourning for each day of life,
ah, for each invisible water that I drink somnolently
and from every sound that I welcome trembling,
I have the same absent thirst and the same cold fever,
a nascent ear, an indirect anguish, 
as if thieves or ghosts were coming,
and in a shell of fixed and profound expanse, 
like a humiliated waiter, like a slightly raucous bell,
like an old mirror, like the smell of a solitary house
where the guests come in at night wildly drunk,
and there is a smell of clothes thrown on the floor, and an absence of flowers - 
possibly in another even less melancholy way - 
but the truth is that suddenly the wind that lashes my chest,
the nights of infinite substance fallen in my bedroom, 
the noise of a day that burns with sacrifice, 
ask me mournfully what prophecy there is in me, 
and there is a swarm of objects that call without being answered,
and a ceaseless movement, and a bewildered man.

- Pablo Neruda 

Friday, February 18, 2011


Did I post pieces of this article before? Too bad.

"...A true woman's power is magnetic, attractive, and visionary. A woman's body receives, nurtures, gives, produces, holds, bears, bends, grows, shrinks, and sometimes even breaks, only to rebuild. Rather than an exposed sexual organ, in the heart of every female form rests a womb that is a great, silent, and dark potential for life. This darkness that draws its archetype from the lunar cycle pulls energy, tides, change, life force, and fertility to it...

"If women deny the reality of the female body, including its cycles and birth potential, then the feminine soul is still held in highly contentious chains...

"I do not seek to replicate the male form, but instead allow the flow of my female life to course through my veins, muscles, body, mind, and soul. 

"Women are the great gatekeepers of the world. Our 'yes' permits entry to the inner space of our bodies, while our 'no' draws lines of approval and disapproval. In our ability to choose, to gather and draw, we find our true empowerment: not in emulating the boisterous strength of men, but instead shining like the full moon on a clear night, we are graceful, iconic, powerful, beautiful, mesmerizing, enchanting, and captivating...

"...For it is a quiet strength that lies within every woman's body." - Kino MacGregor

Friday, February 11, 2011


Alone in a scummy mist, a long dull drive - 

Garish kitchen.
He's slow. They're burnt. 
Wander up and don't return. 
Tired pins my eyes open.
Hungry with nothing to eat.
Itchy. Dirty.
Suddenly frustrated.
Suddenly lonely.
Let the stiffness of angry
Wear me to sleep
Where I sit. 
It gets better.
Swimming with sharks and 
Walking the windy-icy shoreline - 
The sun doesn't set, only freezes away,
Shrinking to frigid steel and blue
And pink that simply becomes dark.
And the thing I call loneliness in my limited language
Creeps back in.
But again
It drifts away.
Deposit me in a haunted room - 
Hot tears on the pillow
A clot in my chest.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

What The Universe Is Doing

"Yes, we are going around in circles. But you see, going around in circles - as you may have observed by looking at the sky - is what the universe is doing!" - Alan Watts

"Of course it is not easy to go one's road. Because of our education we continually get off our track, but the fight is a good one and there is joy in it if there is any success at all. After all, the goal is not making art. It is living a life. Those who live their lives will leave the stuff that is really art. Art is a result. It is the trace of those who have led their lives...

"Our education has led away from the realization that the mystery of nature is in each man. When we are wiser we will not assume to mold ourselves, but will make our ignorance stand aside - hands off - and we will watch our own development. We will learn from ourselves. This habit of conducting nature is a bad one." - Robert Henri

Monday, February 7, 2011

Come Tomorrow, I'll Be Gone

Thanks, boys, for hooking me up. You know who you are. 

So, dear few readers, I'm pulling a sixty hour week and living out of my car when I'm not stopping to sleep for three hours in the apartment I never see. And mostly, it's all good. I intend to continue to backhandedly shadow-blather my perspective on life as it happens in its extra ordinary way. Stick around; things are only just getting interesting.