Wednesday, 30 March 2016

" Memory is a poet, not a historian."

© Gustavo Antonioni

Venus in end of march madness..




"Mosuo women do not marry. Instead, they take as many lovers as they wish, cherry-picking them from within the tribe and inviting them for secret evening trysts (usually after the men have spent all day slaughtering pigs, while females sort out household finances). Property is handed down through the female line and there’s no stigma in not knowing who a child’s father is. "




Sunday, 27 March 2016

The urge.. ( Drum, paint and other expressions)

Batterings. Coarse cracks in smooth grain. Dented over, she totters statue and stone entombed in clay.
The hit of wars in a third eye collapse - drowning-middles and disappearing days. 
Those climax points. Rotted-in potential harm waiting on a feral hope to force a way.    MB


© Maurice Sapiro at satchi online

Saturday, 26 March 2016

Throat entry

Excavating words, horn-wrangling sound bites. 
The necessary and the drum.
The throat as a copious cavity.
Folding into wide water. 
That channel of deep consequence. 
Overt offerings. Gods of the under-well.   MB


Monday, 21 March 2016

Motivation reaction units.. the game is afoot.

Aquarius

By Stephanie Azaria
March 21, 2016
The current wormhole passage is profoundly connected to the eclipses of 6 months ago. You’ve been through SO much since last September, and in essence it all boils down to how ready you are to follow your own heart and put your faith in your own inner authority. You’ve come a long way, and your life’s circumstances reflect the major transformation you’ve achieved. The lunar eclipse on Wednesday can bring you fully into alignment with your life’s purpose, which is and always has been about your leadership capacity. Focus form the higher perspective consistently and stay tuned to your inner dreams. There’s a pivotal turning point or two coming up this week, and it’s your focus that will keep you moving in perfect flow. Direction doesn’t exist anymore, and faith in your higher Self is the name of the game.
The game stops here.



© Sol Halabi

Wednesday, 2 March 2016

Object of desire..

“These women are, quite simply, alive; they know that the source of true values is not in external things but in human hearts. This gives its charm to the world they live in: they banish ennui by the simple fact of their presence, with their dreams, their desires, their pleasures, their emotions, their ingenuities. The sanseverina, that 'active soul' dreads ennui more than death. To stagnate in ennui 'is to keep from dying, she said, not to live'; she is ' always impassioned over something, always in action and gay too '. Thoughtless, childish or profound, gay or grave, daring or secretive, they all reject the heavy sleep in which humanity is mired. And these women who have been able to maintain their liberty- empty as it has been- will rise through passion to heroism once they find an objective worthy of them; their spiritual power, their energy, suggest the fierce purity of total dedication” Simone de Beauvoir.