no cars go

arcade fire on the radio just now
sent shivers up my spine literally
the song
a place where no cars go
imagine
your street with no cars
imagine
no cars parked there
imagine
the plants breaking thru the pavement
imagine
raised beds here and there
imagine
all of us walking or biking
working on the plants in the boulevards together
imagine
knowing your neighbours
imagine
the quiet

Feeling Fucked Up
Lord she's gone done left me
done packed up and split
and I with no way to make her
come back and everywhere the world is bare
bright bone white crystal sand glistens
dope death dead dying and jiving drove
her away made her take her laughter and her smiles
and her softness and her midnight sighs—

Fuck Coltrane and music and clouds drifting in the sky
fuck the sea and trees and the sky and birds
and alligators and all the animals that roam the earth
fuck marx and mao fuck fidel and nkrumah and
democracy and communism fuck smack and pot
and red ripe tomatoes fuck joseph fuck mary fuck
god jesus and all the disciples fuck fanon nixon
and malcom fuck the revolution fuck freedom fuck
the whole muthafucking thing
all i want now is my woman back
so my soul can sing

ETHERIDGE KNIGHT

"people dont need religion, they have recycling"

audrey shaw

"when you are on thin ice you may as well dance"

men with brooms

Buttering the Sky

Slipping

On my shoes,

Boiling water,

Toasting bread,

Buttering the sky:

That should be enough contact

With God in one day

To make anyone

Crazy.

Hafiz

Everywhere

Running

Through the streets

Screaming

—

Throwing rocks through windows,

Using my own head to ring

Great bells,

—

Pulling out my hair

Tearing off my clothes,

—

Tying everything I own

To a stick,

And setting it on

Fire.

—

What else can Hafiz do tonight

To celebrate the madness,

The Joy,

—

Of seeing God

Everywhere!

Hafiz

tulips

am working of a throw for erika right now
i want it to be the colours of the tulips
shown on the piece of this poster

red petals falling
peonies on window sill
do they make a sound?

a simple blouse

i have sewn clothes my whole life
use to be my own clothes and then markets and festivals

yesterday i finished 3 tops for a woman i know
she and i arent exactly friends
i like her very much ...yet we dont hang out

i will say that she is in a vulnerable place in her life right now

anyway she had given me 3 pieces of fabric and some buttons and the blouse she wanted me to copy a while back
and finally i had them done

i am sorry i have no pics as remembering the camera gets in the way of living in the moment at times
she tried on the first
just a plain sleeveless blouse
the fabric is blue green like her eyes with a gold stripe thru it
and i cut it on the bias to it hung so sweetly and and softly over her body
and she cried
not just a few tears
she actually cried and i hugged her while she cried
i guess she liked it i smile

the thing is she just gave me the stuff and instead of telling me what she wanted
she told a bit about her likes and left it to me
so i had fun
and that transfered
the other 2 blouses actually are more interesting and she loved them too by the way

my new blog

http://wabisabithoughts.blogspot.com/

back view

photo ned voelker

fly me to the moon

butter church inside

last couple of years i have been there with friends to look at the church
these times going inside
thinking of the space of a great place for a wedding or other rituals/ceremonies
fantasies of fairy lights, persian carpets, big pillows, or billowing chiffon

more on butter church

historical info can be found here
and an interesting little blog here

the butter church

sunday drives with my parents sometimes went as far as the butter church
we would only look from the car
and there were some stories of where the name came from
a jersey cow and butter sold to pay for something...maybe the building...not sure

later my father (Eric Gravenor) did a painting of the church as did others including Max Maynard

the kids

ned

ned who is a lovely man came to visit me for 2 days
he is from south of me in another country

i like him because he likes the parts of me that i like
and i like the him that he is

i showed him some good parts of my city
and we had a very sweet time

he is a photographer and his eyes showed me some things i havnt seen before
and if he agrees i will post some of his photos in the next few days

he also used the term "wabi-sabi" and i am in the midst of investigating this thing...this way of life called wabi-sabi

the wind up bird chronicle"

i have read only one Haruki Murakami novel named "the wind up bird chronicle"
i bought the book because it was battered and very cheap and loved the cover
what a journey the read was
a wonderful dark and confusing journey
of places i dont know or really even understand


“You’re not a kid anymore. You have the right to choose your own life. You can start again. If you want a cat, all you have to do is choose a life in which you can have a cat. It’s simple. It’s your right.”
-Haruki Murakami

have patience

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day.”

Rainier Maria Rilke

The Scent of Light

Like a great starving beast

My body is quivering

Fixed

On the scent

Of

Light

Hafiz

i am in love

his name is dk ibomeka
check him out here