August 15, 2019

I do not know how to say no.

I am so tired of being
Left open
Bleeding on the sidewalk.
Staining the white carpet
Staining my new lace panties I wore just for you.

You say:

Don’t you know you are only good for one thing? Don’t you know you are only worth something when I want you? When my cock is hard?

My body: a piece of raw meat for you to devour like a hungry dog.

To be a woman is to never ask for dessert even if you want it.

I have etched these words into my skin, bled them out, swallowed them with no water.

Yes, yes, yes, smile, smile, smile.

I was never taught to say no.

I am so tired of being treated less human and more dinner buffet.

so tired

All I can say is yes.

Becca Lansman

poetic state

August 15, 2019

I find everything poetic, and it’s in the corners of my heart which are sometimes mysterious that I catch a glimpse of poetry…I feel a sensation that leads me into a poetic state…

Paul Gauguin
Letter to Vincent van Gogh, 8 September 1888

Thanks to art –

August 15, 2019

By art alone we are able to get outside ourselves, to know what another sees of this universe which for him is not ours, the landscapes of which would remain as unknown to us as those of the moon. Thanks to art, instead of seeing one world, our own, we see it multiplied and as many original artists as there are, so many worlds are at our disposal, differing more widely from each other than those which roll round the infinite and which, whether their name be Rembrandt or Vermeer, send us their unique rays many centuries after the hearth from which they emanate is extinguished.

Marcel Proust
À la recherche du temps perdu (Remembrance of Things Past)
Vol. VII: Le temps retrouvé (Time Regained)

aspects of my past mind

August 15, 2019

Poetry has been my favourite form of creative personal expression for many years. It captures parts of me that might otherwise disappear. I can re-read an old poem of mine and remember/re-live/re-connect with and/or re-examine various aspects of my past mind. I can write a new poem and explore my present mind.

Juliet Cook
Interview in the Wombwell Rainbow 17th January 2019