somehwere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your […]

So Amor Fati is my new favorite quote/concept that I am currently stuck on.
A brief definition I swiped:
“Amor fati is a Latin phrase that loosely translates to “love of fate” or “love of one’s fate”. It is used to describe an attitude in which one sees everything that happens in one’s life, including […]

The other day I was out at a show with this 91 year old drummer lady. Amazing, right? The experience of watching that woman, is another story to be had…that’s not even the most amazing part.
I was standing outside, and an old man with dreadlocks was looking at me and pointed at me […]

for whatever we lose [like a you or a me]
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
e.e. cummings

This was shared with me by my old friend Christine.

The Eyes of the Poor
Charles Baudelaire
Ah! So you would like to know why I hate you today? It will certainly be harder for you to understand than for me to explain, for you are, I believe, the most perfect example of feminine impermeability that exists.
We had […]

Pipilotti Rist, I’m not the girl who misses much, 1986

My friend sent me this video and said it reminded her of me. Ha!! I still do not know whether to be flattered or completely offended. Either way, this art video is amazing. I think I’ll work on my moves in the […]

I.  Channeling the thought: wabi sabi
Finding beauty and perfection in the imperfect and impermanent.  Wikipedia defines it as: a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience.  I’m so Asian.  And now…deep thoughts…
I think I am quite fond of Richard R. Powell’s definition: “(wabi-sabi) nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging […]

Edvard Munch, “Vampire” / Love and Pain, 1893-94

“Idle youth,
enslaved to everything;
by being too sensitive
I have wasted my life.”

Arthur Rimbaud

by Alison Gallup
She sits and is silent.  She listens and is silent.  She stands and is silent.  She lies down and is silent.  She walks and is silent.  She climbs stairs and is silent.  She doesn’t even have to do anything to be silent.  No one is silent more eloquently than she.  She can be […]