Archive for May, 2011

All she can see…

Friday, May 27th, 2011

 

Image by Rupert Merlin

Photo taken by Rupert Merlin

 

It was this tree that saved her with its gnarled branches knotting distant the pain and stretching towards freedom for her. She held fast to the hope one day she’d find a way out. A way to escape the war raging within, cancer eating every part of her, leaving her stranded useless. Her mind wished to climb to the very tip of the tree and fall into life again, to feel the air like dreams bursting past with all the fervor she once felt. If she could just find a way to the other side where life remained and death was not welcome. She knew the secret was the in that tree, the one that reached tall into hope and siphoned it to her when little else could. It stood steady her constant companion reminding her it wasn’t over yet, that cancer had not won, would not win. It was just a bit of a climb to this side of happy, “see…over here, watch me, I’ll show you. To this side of life.” And it would wait patient the days, reliable the nights. It would never give up on her. Even when she felt she could not remember what it felt like to laugh without the lingering veil of diseased truth choking her silent. Even when she felt herself a stranger in happy boots waiting eager to play in the rain once more. The tree sloughed free its leaves to remind her everything will return again, some day. It always does. And so will she.

And so will she.

The mill

Wednesday, May 18th, 2011


The mill/ Il mulino, originally uploaded by Max Short.

Where do you think this road leads? Is it somewhere happier? More intense? Slightly jaded?

Strings to you

Tuesday, May 17th, 2011


tin can phone, originally uploaded by K!T.

“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….

There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.”
— Nicole Krauss (The History of Love)

Irrelephant

Tuesday, May 17th, 2011


On Concrete Mountain, originally uploaded by Wulfus.

I spend so much time thinking myself into a frenzy, thinking myself into a sadness, into doubt, into something. And I have been working on this but it still get me into pockets of unsure. I am tired but can’t sleep. I am not judge of what others are thinking. My gauge is broken. I will snap out of this. I will find my momentum. I am. It is just a work in progress. It took a few years to get into this habit. It will take me a little while to break it.

And anyways… anything that is not about elephants is… in the end completely irrelephant.

MAY I have your attention please?

Thursday, May 5th, 2011

Well, April has come and went…and I wrote the entire month! I wrote a poem each and every day but I shared only that one. Tsk. No one reminded me. I guess no one was reading…so C’est la vie! If no one is around then no one will catch my missing posts! =) It all works out, right?

May! What do I love about May? I am supposed to pick something every month. I must be getting close to a year on that… then I shall stop. And think of something new. I love the rain of May. And May Day. And Cinco de Mayo which it just happens to be TODAY! So, in honor of Mexican tradition and heritage… I’d like to share a few of my favorite things or people from Mexico.

Frida Kahlo

Frieda Kahlo y Calderón) was a Mexican painter, born in Coyoacán. Perhaps best known for her self-portraits, Kahlo’s work is remembered for its “pain and passion”, and its intense, vibrant colors. Her work has been celebrated in Mexico as emblematic of national and indigenous tradition, and by feminists for its uncompromising depiction of the female experience and form.1

The Two Fridas by Frida Kahlo

The Mexican Muralists (José Clemente Orozco, Diego Rivera, David Alfaro Siqueiros)  These painters were very important towards pushing social and political change through their art. Go on, go google them.

David Alfaro Siqueiros

Sor Juana Ines (Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, a 17th century nun, poet, scholar and feminist!) Read more about her here.

I could keep going. There are so many things I like about Mexico. The music, their history. Their culture. Their FOOD! Yummy! I say, take a moment and do some research. Order a book on the History of Mexico. Learn more. =) It is worth getting to know. =)
Happy Cinco de Mayo!

  1. http://www.fridakahlo.com/ []