Monthly Archives: October 2017

Myth and Mirth

“The poet Rilke looked at a statue of Apollo about fifty years ago, and Apollo spoke to him. ‘You must change your life,’ he said. When true myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.
Ursula K. Le Guin ~ “Myth and Archetype in Science Fiction”

I look at Vincent van Gogh‘s zest and he spoke to me. “You must see the truth.”

I look at Michael Cheval‘s dance of color and he spoke to me. “You must believe in magic.”

I look at Remedios Varo‘s wild fire and he spoke to me. “You must acquiesce your dark side.”

 

 

Engleza de joi/ Veil

Veil = a piece of fine material worn by women to protect or conceal the face.

“Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand — but tell it. Resign yourself to the lifelong sadness that comes from never ­being satisfied.” – from Zadie Smith‘s 10 Rules of Writing

 

Art by Vincent van Gogh.

Engleza de joi/ Porous

Porous = having minute interstices through which liquid or air may pass.

“Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.” – Rainer Maria Rilke

 

Art by Vladimir Kush.

Steal the sun

Steal the sun
With gilded sincerity.

Place it in your heart
with silvery fingers.
Touch lives with the same warmth.

If you do not have money to decorate your life with precious artifacts, decorate life with precious deeds and meaningful words. Words that speak to hearts and make them see the precious artifacts they are.

 

Cobweb dance

HE loves me
He keeps my tears
at bay
in a corner crystal ball
and my heart in a field of molten flowers*.
I want to loose the yarn
Again he pours
crimson dew on my weary tales
whilst I am not looking…
It warms like midnight kisses…

My mind smells
the sweet cinnamon
glueing his words together
My eyes see naught
But my garden lilies caught
in cobweb intoxicating grip
and exhilarating dance…

 

*Source of inspiration – The B-52’s.

Art – Cobweb Dance by Charles Courtney Curran.

 

Moon and Mine

“Who are you?”
I asked.

I am a piece of heaven
that reveals the most
to ones in love…

They see the sea
and the tiptoeing stars
barely touching the milky lanes.

Under constellations
Their faces glitter
with words released
yet not spoken…
They are the children
of the stars…
that take away the meaning
of twilights and dawns.

The dust of stars
speaks more
than the sun.

 

My last sea holiday this year has been putting ideas in my heart. Yet, again.
Pictures taken in Corfu.