19 posts tagged “via hiptop”
I want my eye to expand and my voice to grow clear and strong.
That's the path I choose.
For the sake of my soul and the soul of the world.
I've never been so sure, inspired, or excited.
This summer I'm not leaving the country like I have 4/5 of the past summers, but I'm going on the largest journey I ever have.
Log passing conversations & not so passing conversations on trains, buses, in cafes, restaurants, wherever.
I hear some weird & dumb stuff.
Read more feminist theory.
No one else should be told "you can't play drums because you're a girl!" (&so on)
Be in absolute silence.
Does it exist in our technology buzzing filled worlds?
Take more pictures. I always regret when I don't.
Make more music. "Theoretically correct" or not.
Open expand and so on.
My messy, cluttered home. Living room minus a clarinet & keyboard (with the greatest lights ever). Nadia's corner & door to backyard/porch. Kitchen (the 2nd greatest lights). Bathroom (yes, there's currently no ceiling). Bedroom. Me & koschka Nadia.
I really need to clean.
My heart
I gave to orphans.
My soul
Was swept away by the sea.
My mind
Belongs to the universe,
And my body
Was never really a part of me.
I am not something to be owned.
I am not simply one thing.
I am the whole, and the whole is me.
Fevers & colds & shakes & shivers end creativity but begin days in bed under blankets.
I feel it leaving.
Tomorrow, I say again and again.
I'm absolutely unable to describe what I feel right now and what I've been feeling for the past day or so.
I rarely get to reflect.
Now I am, and its so multidimensional and amazing.
That's the only way I can describe what's going on. Amazing, yet so many other things.
Its crazy.
I had reliable wings. I've always wanted them. When I was a little girl I envied the birds, butterflies, and the pegasus my little ponies.
Now, I wait for the next day filled with endless security lines, meals out of disposable containers, and rolling bags up and down cues and in and out of others.
New places, new heights, new adventure, newnewnew.
That's what I wish for.
all i'm asking
is peace within my soul through art & noise. those are two extremely broad terms. i'm lacking both.
in other words
i don't care about odysseus, leopold, or the four causes.
the spirit of
the world should be more readily available, but its hidden by materialmaterialmaterial.
lies.
even this.
its the great truth?
Sometimes I let one feeling, impulse, emotion, idea, whatever, overtake all. Other feelings, impulses, emotions, or ideas are dismissed.
Its usually not for long, but I've realized that while feeling something strong is nice, that moment when all the other little or large feelings & such flood back into my mind is much more amazing.
Still strongly feeling that one, but well aware of others and able to gauge and balance them as well.
Its nice to see things connect,
And to see how irrational and unreasonable I can be.
(a slab of grey
piercing out into the sea
obscuring an expanse of blue
&hiding the light specks of life
which are scattered amongst
a shrinking, sandy shore.)
A quality which can't be named
Which ceases to exist &
Continues to be
Only when ignored & denied then
Accepted & revived
Outside of repression
Within the depths of
Possibility & realization.
(free from concrete constraints
&steel limits to the sky . . .)
