Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet.
— Mahatma Gandhi |
Metallic |
May 25 2011
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May 20 2011
Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
In the middle of this it was good to have some moments in which whatever was left of you could sit in silence. When you could remember. When the evidence that had gathered could be sorted. And it was a difficulty if another person imagined these moments were their property. Your life got sliced from two sides like a supermarket salami until there was nothing left in the middle. You were the bits that had been given away right and left to others. Because they wanted the piece of you that belonged to them. Because they wanted more. Because they wanted passion. And you did not have it.
–Philip Ó Ceallaigh |
Ornament 10 |
May 19 2011
May 18 2011
May 17 2011
Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
In the antiseptic world we try to purge ourselves of difficult things. Don’t dwell on it, switch off the light and go home. But this is home. I have to be a home to myself. I am the place I come back to and I can’t keep hiding difficult things in trunks. Soon the house will be full of trunks and I perched on top of them with the phone saying, “Yes, I’m fine, of course, I’m fine, everything’s fine.” The trunks shudder.
–Jeanette Winterson |
Ornament 7 |
May 16 2011
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May 10 2011