Revolution affirmed, asserted, believed, claimed, contended, declared, defended, professed, upheld, won. Evolution, holding, being held; grasping, never clinging. Risk, daring, chaos, unfettered; order’s reliably erratic eccentricity defied. Imbalance – balance. Rushing – waiting. Invention – […]
Month: August 2019
Why be racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic? Why be afraid of anything, just because others are afraid, just because you are encouraged by ignorance, by society, by government, to be afraid? Instead, be quiet. Listen. Observe. […]
Persian carpets may not be Persian at all, of course, but Anatolian, or, more broadly, Central Asian. Geometrically patterned Persian carpets, originally woven by nomadic tribes, are decorated with linear elements composed of vertical, horizontal and […]
Describe yourself in seven words : Aberrate, aberrance, aberrancy, aberrant, aberrantly, aberration, aberrational.
Shit happens. If you can’t fix it, don’t break it. Carelessly or purposefully hurting someone – treachery, betrayal, deception, backstabbing – is fucked up. It cannot be fixed. First and foremost, loyalty is the least […]
Sometimes I want quiet thunder. Sometimes I want loud silence. To prevent the lulling into complacence, the stupefaction unto oblivion, I deliberately, conscientiously cast my thoughts beyond all reality but my own. When presented with […]
Ninja 忍者, covert mercenary, in Japan; pronounced rĕnzhĕ in Chinese, and meaning, in Chinese, one who endures, or perseveres. Samurai 武士, overt, professional warrior, in Japan; pronounced wŭshì in Chinese, and meaning, in Chinese, simply, […]
Rodin’s Kiss seems somehow stolen, diminished in significance and value by its very urgency, its grasping, its lust. Brâncuși’s Kiss seems deliberate, intentional, lingering. The infatuation, the being in love, has evolved into love. […]
On était ensemble
When I hear her voice – one word, not even a word – a syllable, a tone – my heart stops. It stops, because nothing else matters more than her. Nothing. We were together. All […]
I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds— but I think of you too during those intervals.