Monday, December 20, 2010
nativity for mother
pulling a needle out of the eye/worship/in your head
it feels like the season/mistletoe
where three become two become one
girls in the forest
sometimes you want to run or there are so many running voices in your head but you have to wait/endurance.
during a critique at school, my teacher would ask us to identify our strongest and weakest pieces. often the pieces we thought were weakest were what he thought were the best.
I think sometimes we don't like what we don't recognize.. allowing, accepting something outside of ourselves, something foreign and new, into our selves.
the danger of the comfort zone.
give me open eyes to recognize those things I don't understand that are good for me
give me an open heart towards those things that require my pliability in order to accept
Monday, December 13, 2010
My heart has broken after reading Tolstoy's Hadji Murat.
A brave, sincere and honest minority being crushed under overwhelming forces, but standing unswayed and determined until the end.
What is it about this theme that grabs our hearts - and why is it in our world that the minority is never allowed to win?
Maybe the important thing to be learned is not in their lives being saved -
We cling to the importance of life. We try to protect and maintain it at any cost. Life can seem a threatened spark in the night.
But there's something more important than life..
Something larger and more beautiful than what human bodies can bear to contain.
"unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit.."
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
lovers in heaven
snakes/what've we done/blood that can't be washed off
the stars looked like eyes and dancing idly in the garden until noticing a dark shadow looming from behind
monkeys feel your love too
seven degrees of separation after cutting off your finger into sea creature
i thought it was convoluted but you disagreed (it was all beautiful in the end)
hide me find me
"Perfect purity is possible if you turn your life into a line of poetry written with a splash of blood."
Monday, November 1, 2010
some sort of seductress/femme fatale/watch out caesar!
i was riding my horse but someone was watching me and it felt awkward
imminent doom but why are you looking so calm woman
leaves from outer space/alien leaves
i don't think you can pass through here/oh i meant no harm
please save our souls/but they are mockingly amusedly watching
here is some water/please no/but i must
pet the feed the zoo bear/maybe someday you will be free
hmm/watching/this is how i often feel when i'm talking at a table
watch out man/woah man
mixin'mixin' and the waiter
out of the woods came a wizard with a cookie
being gentle helps brings the birds
feeling lonely with the birds despite open window
hey man check out our noses man/whats with our noses man what what?
GOAL FOR THE MONTH: MAKE A NEW BOOK (YES)
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
"the transcendental face of art is always a form of prayer" - john berger
"god becomes god when the animals say: 'god'" -eckardt
scott rothstein of art found out has featured me on his blog this month.. i've always appreciated the artists and vision he promotes so i feel very honored. please check out the many other artists on his blog!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
i think mozart knew what heaven sounded like
or heaven moved through him
because i think his music is genuinely transcendental
it's like this pure jubilance that we can't put emotion or description or name to, it defies all definition,
i think it's music as light
it's sound as light and it takes you away
it makes your mind light
and you're seeing light
and you feel light within you
i just can't understand it because i'm so not used to heaven, living on earth here
i just gape and bask in it, i'm just questioning it in its brilliance