Friday, September 18, 2009

Sunday, September 13, 2009

passion

oh she was a seer now, a fortune teller, a prophetess, and a witch. had not every second sighted woman since medea been hopelessly in love with a man who could not see the light all aroud them? who had on his mind something else-- for example, the sea; for example , the mountain; for example, the finish line. hopelesness was something every seer paid in order to see, and not voluntarily, either. no one in her right mind would want to see any of this at all.

jane smiley

Saturday, September 12, 2009

the tibetan book of thoroubred training

1. do not pay attention or investigate; leave your mind in its own sphere
2. do not see any fault anywhere
3. do not take anything to heart
4. do not hanker after any signs of progress
5. although this may be called inattention, do not fall prey to laziness
6. be in a state of constant inspection

from the book horse heaven by jane smiley

Fat Is Not a Fairy Tale

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Cinder Elephant,
Sleeping Tubby,
Snow Weight,
where the princess is not
anorexic, wasp-waisted,
flinging herself down the stairs.

I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Hansel and Great,
Repoundsel,
Bounty and the Beast,
where the beauty
has a pillowed breast,
and fingers plump as sausage.

I am thinking of a fairy tale
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived,
for a world not yet won,
where everything round is good:
the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess.

Jane Yolen

Saturday, September 5, 2009

"The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything."

Friedrich Neitzsche

home today


lace vulvas in progress





lenore tawney


you all must know how i love colour
and
then there is the beauty of the natural and the monochrome
i love this photo of lenore tawney's studio
an art installation in itself
and in a way that is how i want to be in my home
like its a bit of an installation
always changing a work in progress
i am not going to post a link as there is a fair amount online about lenore
so just google

Friday, September 4, 2009

he says

he says women usually fall in love with him
his ego annoys me
tho
i think about why that may be so (the woman part)
he isnt handsome
he is actually unusual looking
but he is
maybe acessable...his looks good but not too good to get
and he acts like he is ready to fall in love
he loves women or does he?

he is a great lover and gives his all
yet seems to choose women who dont want as much sex as he

i like how he dresses
how long his legs look in jeans
and the 50 year old faux suede jacket that he has owned 20 years and is repaired inside by the hem

and i guess his playing guitar and singing badly makes him very vulnerable seeming

he is intelligent and self searching
and amusingly self deprecating
and likes to talk ....discuss... examine
yes we women love that

and after i have spent time with him
i am always surprised i dont hear from him the next day as it feels as we have become so close

Thursday, September 3, 2009

china plates



trying to get the feel of china
but i am not too happy
too literal is always a problem
but
i guess its cool enough

juicy



hanging is getting there

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

leaving


my friend emily left here today to move to NY city for 6 months at least
and maybe leaving here for ever
she slept here last night
and she was in tears most of the time

our hug when she left didnt feel enough
i didnt feel i sent her off well enough
in fact i wonder if i really accept she is gone

i guess i like to think it will be like all the times she has gone before and i knew she would be back soon enough
singing even better
full of stories and her usual angst

last we talked about ideas and ways of being and thinking and making art and all that
she told me
and i hope i have this right
that when she scatted (sact singing) she saw a 3d image in her brain and scatted the sounds around it defining its lines
what an amazing idea
and an example of the depth of her brilliance

this pic is of the bed i made on the floor for her and one of my cats gracing it before emily climbed in

like they said to John Glenn
GOD SPEED EMILY BRADEN
 

yasmin