March 2012
110 posts
The Crystal Telephone: I don’t even remember a... →
rotaryrachel:
I don’t even remember a time when I didn’t love Davy Jones.
When I was very little, my parents gave me a fantastic gift. They let me play with their record collection.
There was a typical stereo console of the mid-70’s, with wires that ran speakers into an adjacent, mostly empty, slightly lower…
February 2012
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“More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness...”
– If you couldn’t get that video caption I posted a second ago. This was it.
from The Great Dictator (1940) by Charlie Chaplin
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“I think that humans have a huge capacity to carry pain and sadness. There are...”
– Henry Rollins, LA Weekly column (2.14.12)
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“Electric flesh-arrows… traversing the body. A rainbow of color strikes the...”
– Anais Nin
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i wish i were reasonable at my worst times but I’m not. at all. sometimes. when allowed the privilege I understand what it feels to be human, the entire spectrum. from a to z. right now is one of those moments. time will stand still. or blur. we’ll see.
my Oscar picks...because I give a shit.
These are what I would have voted for….
PICTURE: Tree of Life (By far..by a landslide…one of the most beautiful pieces of emotional, art in motion. Ever. I must add…had the directing been a little tighter, it would have been a perfect film. )
DIRECTING: Michel Hazanavicius, The Artist
ACTOR: George Clooney (torn between him and Oldman)
S ACTOR: ...
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a prayer for the morning
This morning I was blessed/gifted with a feeling I don’t think I will ever shake off. Vulnerable, awake. A blank page ready to be written. A visibility of one foot, but without a fear of beyond; because I have faith. Faith in something that includes me, you and every thing and body in between. All things restored; this is the meaning of Resurrection. This is the meaning of a new Spring. For...
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Leonard Cohen:Old Ideas in New Wineskins →
This is a great article on Cohen, his being Canadian, and the relationship between this and his and OUR poetry.
Taken from the article—
Every generation has its poet.
The one who, when young, speaks and writes in the idiom of the young and sustains his connection for both of their lifetimes.
The one who reaches beyond the chattering intelligentsia to a commoner audience.
The one...
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“Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.”
– Anais Nin (This is absolutely true. When on the top of that mountain and you see the entire landscape and sunrise with every part of your body, and you can feel the beating of your heart…not love but the actual beating, the fire; in each others eyes…at that moment. And then suddenly,...
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“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing...”
– Anais Nin
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Chance Not in Death
I can travel with the rest of them.
Searching for long lost and fanciful dreams.
Tip-toeing through the sand
as it runs like glass through the many seems,
of this landscaped hole I call home.
If my body is the house,
with not one soul to caress and welcome…
what’s the point of this journey,
if that second of beauty is far away
and ever so seldom?
I’ll rest my head on...
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black hole
Lost in its splendor,
in its glazed and glassy stare…
a star is only brilliant
when it shines
from a thousand miles away.
It makes me wonder if she’s really all there.
Her probing eyes awake; alive
but can’t tell the time of day.
She’s got a way she moves her lips,
dancing and swimming with her hips.
Try to get too close, she’s dangerous.
She burns when she talks,
sets fires as...
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L.A. Conservancy Announces Line-Up for Last... →
As a long time member of the L.A. Conservancy, along with hundreds of others, it’s become a yearly tradition to anxiously await the announcement of the Last Remaining Seats line-up. While I’m pleased with this years line-up, I’m a little saddened to see that Wizard of Oz will not be playing in one of Broadway’s historic theaters. Instead, the committee has decided to screen...
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“Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more...”
– Henry Rollins (THIS is the real deal Holyfield…when it burns it burns)
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“You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by.”
– Charles Bukowski (via iamyoursuppressedthoughts)
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“A life is either all spiritual or not spiritual at all. No man can serve two...”
– Thomas Merton
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“If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been...”
– Joseph Campbell
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“La pluma es la lengua del alma: cuales fueren los conceptos que en ella se...”
– Cervantes; Don Quixote
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At the end of a day, a religious one such as today, I try to remember that all religions and non-religious belief “systems” are tied by a string made of the same material. These fibers form a basic pattern which consists of—a calling, a pull, a need for something “else”, a goal, a journey, an all encompassing love. All these play a part in the story that is life. The story that binds us all....
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Puedo Escribir Los Versos...
I can taste this poem and its weight has shifted a side of me, memories hover as my heart is torn open; allowing everything in. This poem makes me forget. This poem makes me remember. Above all things; this poem makes me yearn to hold and to be held again, it makes me proud to love in the way I do, til the end. And, if all the poets in the world were to stop writing, for this one...
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“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination...”
– August Wilson
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and your bird can't sing
commotion trapped like a bird
and these ribs a cage.
each space between the rib,
a wound healing ready to begin
a new set of lies,
a new knot that goes untied.
a gift this has been
and willing to give again.
but all of this will take some time
unable to breathe,
unable to see
an inch ahead, the road behind.
this bird has lots its wings
this birds become a space cadet...
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Does the drum still beat when he’s away,
Is it lost or left behind.
In reality the drum that was always beating
was yours.
He amplified it,
held it within the valley
of the mountainous landscape.
Proud to hear the echoes,
sharing them with the world.
He’s now left the drum for you to hold.
Ever faint, the calfskin wearing down.
As it beats, it draws you closer, deeper…...
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What’s a fish to do without its beloved water,
but become a bird and carry on…
because after all
flying would be much faster.
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My garden is filled with
thoughts of you
blossoming as bold, bright flowers
bearing fruit made of hydrogen and helium.
Sweet, nurturing and lighting the way
to what will become a universe as beautiful as
the thoughts of you.
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“Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”
– American Proverb
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“There is one consolation in being sick; and that is the possibility that you may...”
– Henry David Thoreau (I found this while searching for some kind of blessing hidden in the abyss of what has become of this dreadful night. I don’t remember feeling as horrible as I do, so many different pains at once, as if my body is telling me something. I’m trying my hardest to...
This here; me. It’s called a curse.
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