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Gaia

Thank You Alex Grey

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within mine spindly bloom

cotton thistle

crevice and protected cave: womb, bellybutton, orifice, vagina

big belly built to hold all the painful love snaking through miles of intestines

soft and flowering, crab-like lungs

This is a nest. Two cupping palms. Insides resting in support and moving outwards.

who knew it’d be purple?

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Recurring, Revamping, Relapsing

I have much else to say and observe. Things about poetry. About the billions of sounds leaves make underneath the plod of my feet, about their melding colors and about the way I saw a pile of yellow ones overflowing a Boston trashcan today [A safety liability?]. I have things to say about tingles. Air. The tiny hairs inside my nostrils that shiver because of leaves, because of far off fires. I have things to say about light waves and the taste of oxygen. Doctors. Men with crutches and cups and women with ponchos who flap their lips at cars and how it must feel when they drive past. I have things to say, always. Things to write.

I keep waiting for this to end so I can write them, do them, be them. The trick is writing, doing, and being in the midst of all of this. During. I am going to try it. I’m going to try to be happy with the way things are. I am going to rearrange my mind and my energy and my time and life so that I am. God help me.

 

[Me, writing this. Nov. 13, 2008]

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Filthy Blues

I attended a show last night at The Great Scott (Allston, MA) in support of a friend’s band, Emily Peal.

Elana Brody opened with her orgasmic energies spiraling all over the checkered floor tiles, clad in turquoise lace and a pink plastic rose.

The Dirty Dishes rocked out with shoegaze-esque creativity. Slightly more stage presence would send their sound a long way.

Emily Peal is a band of wonderful souls and music vignettes made flawless by dedicated rehearsal. Emily is theatrical and whimsical and her unassuming yet exacting art lights up a room.

Nini and Ben were lovingly folksy and closed the show with the dirtiest blues that’ve moved me in a long while.

Check these folks out. They live and breathe their art and they practice it in a way that makes it accessible to others. That’s the goal, isn’t it? Creating a space through art that transports us all somewhere more fantastic. Thank you for doing it.

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I’ve been slackalackin’ on the post front, for serious. It’s okay, other things are flowing these days.

I meant to Big Five on the fifteenth as customary, but time kept slipping past the creases in my knuckles til it was three later. I’ve a feeling picking the big ones is going to be a challenge for me today. Know that this post is informed by the incredible elation I tend to feel when Dirty Projectors sweetly serenade me (at this moment in my kitchen).

1. Relief.

– After my illness two weeks ago, I returned to my body. Now it’s a matter of staying inside it, but I tell you it’s going well!

– And relief for letting him go and returning to my little life without distraction. I feel like a better human being when I’m alone romantically. I’m focusing my time! Being with folks I care for and showing them such in calculation and pureness.

2. Just living the day-to-day.

– I am okay with being in one place! I am happy with work and going to yoga in the mornings and filling the rest of my days with inspiration.

3. Some stagnancy.

– I’ve been struggling with a feeling like I’m not and never doing enough. I want to create, create, create! but I can’t figure out what to spill my energies in. It’s all about who I want to be, I suppose. But there is so much worthiness out there craving my attention and I find myself scattering all over the place. I’m craving depth in something but there seem to be so many barriers – like cost and future travel. I want to become well versed in things I can take with me, things that require little to no money or material. Dancing. Writing. But I’m craving movie-making and taking up some instrument. I have faith that Warren Wilson will cure me of slight boredom and swing me in the other direction, perhaps feeling a schedule even too crowded. It feels it’s been a long time since I’ve been so consistently active as I expect to be there. I hope not to go overboard, but I plan to embrace intensive activity.

4. Magic and childlike wonder.

5. I am leaving so soon! Cramming everything in before hand and spending time with lovelies.

 

I am high.

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krs-one

KRS ONE: “I am not just saying this because you [a woman] are asking the question, this is my real answer: More women. More women. Not just emcees or b-girls, but women taking control of hip-hop. Let me be culturally-specific- hip-hop’s women should teach hip-hop’s men how to speak to them. Because when we learn how to speak to you, we can learn how to speak to the whole business world. It’s not just about respecting you…it is…but it’s deeper than just respecting another human being. Everytime you degrade a person, you degrade yourself, because you are standing next to that person. You can’t diss a person, and not diss yourself…I should say ’she’s a queen.’ And what does that make me? A king. So now at the end of the day, what’s missing in hip-hop? Knowledge of self, that should only come from women. I know that sounds feminist, but that’s real talk.

[Check it: feminism is real talk.]

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Nanocannon

A good friend of mine I unfortunately don’t see much of anymore. I believe he’s a crazy creepy genius and this experimental electronic music video is a precise testament to his life and personality. Watching it makes me feel empty.

He and a few others are playing All Asia next Tuesday, September 29th if you’d like to attend.

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