Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Knitting

The most interesting thing about knitting is that if you miss one stitch, and don't catch it, the whole work will unravel before your eyes. What powerful imagery!
Life can be like that sometimes. You miss one important stitch and before you know it, everything comes undone. All you can do is attempt to remedy, or put a final knot in, cut the cord and begin anew.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

No More Kings

Plucked eyebrows and guitar strings
stop telling me who to be
I wish I could grow some wings
In America, there are no kings

Black on white / cross it all out
red on black / I can't bear this
Right the wrong / stop living these lies
Shut up and just sing

[insert dramatic and severely impassioned chant verging on scream]

Looking for words in all the wrong places
Can't find love if you haven't found your heart
Don't tell me about the world
You've never opened your eyes to see it

Midnight cocktails and weddings in spring
I'm not buying into your vision of reality
Don't bother me, I'll be on my childhood swing
In America there are no kings

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Today

It's a rainy day. A real big dinner and hot chocolate day.
It's a good day. A definite do everything because you love it day.
It's a painful day. A demonstration of the long memory of the heart kind of a day.

Monday, October 5, 2009

freedom from self-imposed bondage

There is someone else living inside me, sharing this skin with me. But you would never know it. I want to let her out-to feel the sun shine on her face, to dance in the fervent wind, to know the taste of freedom lingering on her lips. I keep her in chains. In a way, she frightens me. She is so passionate about life. About injustice. About love. People wouldn't like me very much if they knew we shared a home. Slowly, she works for her freedom, this indentured servant of mine.
I wait for the day she finally overthrows me with joy. On that day, when I escape the prison in which I have locked myself, not even gravity will hold me down.

On Action

Passion is believing with the whole body.

On Taxidermy

Life, without desire, passion and fervor, is a taxidermied animal. It certainly looks alive but the heart has been taken out.