However I must add that I am liking what it is looking like and the space created for my art is fabulous!
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sleep, one of the great gifts of life that most of us take for granted. There are so many things in life that we don't stop to enjoy or even notice. Things that are vital to our core beings that we just over look because they are constant and ever present. Take time to realize some of these things and your mind will expand to new horizons.
Ok, I guess its another sleepless night for me. I am just giving up and getting my ass up out of this bed and make me some pancakes!!
Monday, September 6, 2010
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”
Sunday, September 5, 2010
The 60s were full of them and many of them spilled right in to the 70s. Artists, Poets, People with a real message and/or cause tortured souls but poets of life and poets of the soul no less.
There was some hope of this return to poetry in the 90s with Kurt Cobain and Eddie Vedder but as with Morrison, Kurts inner fire burned him out and off to calmer places, I can see the 2 of them cruising through the desert together through the night haunting other lost souls. And as for Eddie Vedder well I don't know what happened there. The poetry of what becomes your life is a hard thing to survive if you are a true poet of life. Living life of pure thought and passion, its not something most of them can give up, death would be better than giving up.
Is it that the world would not except these poets of life now? Would we call them terrorists of the mind? Not all these poets of life had a cause or a point at all beyond a command from within to be true to their art and/or themselves. But they were poets and artists of this thing we call life, giving there all and some of them their lives for art or a true cause. I want my poets of life back, where have they gone?
Is it that there have been 3 decades of drab chickens born, no I don't believe that. Hmmmm..... 3 decades of people glued to their chairs staring at a an electrified box of some kind or another could that be it? .......
There will be more on this topic but I must get ready for work...