Safe fires

1. Can art only ever really be experienced in its most transcendent form alone, in solitude, without the interference of another person’s intrusive thoughts?

2. Is love possibly the highest form of art, unspeakable, undefinable, eternally analysed, able to move vast emotional and mental landscapes, intrinsically experiential?

3. Does that mean that when you experience love in its highest form, your communion is not shared, but experienced alone simultaneously? Each within their own epidermic cave, finger painting their obsession and history on the scarred, hollowed out walls, lighting safe fires against the night?

At the edge of real

At the edge of real

Modern mythology

You’ve heard all this before, you’ve seen it

I am the same story-teller, scribe, as through the ages

You’ve seen all this before

Luminosity

The sublime, memory, thought

Balanced at the knife-edge of the real and unreal

Let night come

Let night come
with its austere grandeur,
ancient superstitions and fears.
It can do us no harm.
We’ll put some music on,
open the curtains, let things darken
as they will.

~ excerpt from “Here and Now” by Stephen Dunn

Union Square | NYC

Hot blind earth

I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.

William Faulkner

Spring, New York | USA

When it was still innocent

My parents out on a date… probably 1978/79

Taken by the roving photographer with the polaroid camera that made 5 bucks from the young lovers.

Heavy in your arms

I was a heavy heart to carry
My beloved was weighed down
My arms around his neck
My fingers laced to crown.

I was a heavy heart to carry
My feet dragged across ground
And he took me to the river
Where he slowly let me drown

My love has concrete feet
My love’s an iron ball
Wrapped around your ankles
Over the waterfall

I’m so heavy, heavy
Heavy in your arms

~ Florence & The Machine

The Dress

The light you see in my eyes, you do have something to do with
Play the game, namely love, play it like you have nothing to lose
Horse loves you when you move with him
People hate you when you’re changing

Don’t let the dress trick you
I love you less now that I know you
I won’t count the scars again
I love you less now that I know you

~ Blonde Redhead (lyrics from “The Dress”)

Nearly free

School is on the brink of being out. I will soon be a free woman again! The euphoria is so palpable that I bought my first pair of heels in 9 months.

Slow explosion

A tree… the slow explosion of a seed ~ Anon.

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