Sex

January 12, 2020

Sex is the sacred song of the soul; sex is the sanctuary of Self.

Aleister Crowley
The Book of the Law

exotic kind of love

November 3, 2019

She didn’t love anyone, just herself, a very strange and exotic kind of love, and she liked the feeling of belonging more than the person she belonged to.

Creating art for me is more like unveiling the story that somehow mirrors, discloses, challenges or explains my thoughts or Self at a particular point in life.  Most of my art is a timeline of thoughts, events, emotions, visions, witnessings, knowledge I gained, fantasies or dreams and the majority of my paintings,  say 95%, have deeper meanings than I ever disclose.  If anything, a large portion of my artwork is a window into my unconscious mind and sometimes it’s easy to go in there while other times it’s difficult — especially right after an art show. I don’t need depression time but I do need decompression time!

Tatiana von Tauber
Now that the art show is over

unseen forces

March 16, 2019

Witchcraft is the art of obtaining power through growth of self and the understanding of where self intersects with unseen forces.

Devin Hunter
The Witch’s Book of Spirits

HOW IT SEEMS TO ME

January 17, 2019

In the vast abyss before time, self
is not, and soul commingles
with mist, and rock, and light. In time,
soul brings the misty self to be.
Then slow time hardens self to stone
while ever lightening the soul,
till soul can lose its hold of self
and both are free and can return
to vastness and dissolve in light,
the long light after time.

Ursula K. Le Guin

The poem is a body and the body a poem. This is not something I can prove, nor even something that is necessarily true, but it does have the ring of truth about it. This is a more intuitive relationship but one I think we are all fairly conversant with and one with which most poetry lovers will agree. The one true topography of self we can chart, navigate, and map is the body. The visible self leads to the more ethereal and ineffable parts of self, the parts that poetry tries to give symbolic meaning to, to invoke that presence. And if we look closer, we see that it’s not just that language gives the body presence, shape, resistance, love, affirmation, and intervention. And it is not just that the bodies of particular poets give their language a certain shape and definition, but rather that in the end, our particular idiosyncratic languages are our bodies. We exist only in the space of that language, and we use it to move a craft forward, to draw and redraw the limits of the self, both internal and external. We can argue that this is poetry’s true power, to shape reality — and that is truly what power is: the choice and ability to redraw and recast our personal narratives.

Chris Abani
Introduction to: New Generation of African Poets

so dangerous

June 24, 2018

I lost myself so many years ago that I hesitate to try to find myself again. I am afraid to begin. Existing so often gives me palpitations. I am so afraid to be myself. I am so dangerous.

Clarice Lispector
Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector

cure me

February 11, 2018

Sometimes I stand in the grass barefooted and let the earth cure me…

walled-off numbness

November 10, 2017

The self is a patchwork of the felt and unfelt, of presences and absences, of navigable channels around the walled-off numbness.

Rebecca Solnit
The Faraway Nearby

Those who look beyond

August 30, 2017

Here is the Path written in blood, blood fresh fallen from the Stars in their seasons, fallen to the opened hearts of Those who look beyond both themselves and the Stars in heaven. That which is seen is not that which should be sought. Seek it in the Pearl that is set upon the Dragon’s brow.

Andrew D. Chumbley
Qutub: The Point