In the States, perhaps more than anywhere else, freedom is illusory. If one is denied freedom, one has no expectation of such. It might be argued that much of the world denies freedoms granted there. […]
Category: Contrasts
Concealment and invention, or honesty and reality? Interest, fascination, infatuation, obsession, all lie in mystery rather than identity. Within the realm of mystery, love, true love, exists at that moment, that place, where truth and magic collide. Choose, therefore, to be now, or then. Shall you be as you appear, or appear as you are?
Tears and laughter
I am not an anxious person. Faced with illusory conspiracies without cease; the play of hallucination, imagination, fantasy; in those intervals splitting seconds, the unending sighs of time between heeding and response; all perceptions entranced […]
Le sentiment d’appartenance
Rester un moment où l’on n’appartient pas, où l’on ne veut pas, est pire que d’errer toute une vie, perdu, paraît-il, mais non; et non pas chercher, mais dégringoler, pour ainsi dire, à travers l’espace […]
Le sevrage
Bien que les parents apprennent à leurs enfants à être courageux, ils le font par lâcheté, s’attendant à un miracle du destin que leurs enfants se manifestent des forces qui leur manquent en tant que […]
Non-theistical apotheosisation
If freedom is but a fetter to a greater freedom, it is but the apparition of freedom. If denied freedom, one has no expectation of such, and, often, inventively, courageously, one finds a way to […]
Pourquoi?
Andy Warhol, né Andrej Varhola, était le quatrième enfant d’immigrants Lemko de Milková, Slovaquie. Son frère aîné est né et est mort en Slovaquie. La famille était catholique byzantine. Andy était un enfant maladif, souvent […]
Healing
How precarious is life; how violent, mere hope.In the mortal world in which we live, forever isbut a sentiment of fondness, hopefulness,wishful thinking, desire for continuation.Forever, here, with future ever future, hope maybe fulfilled, but […]
Ensorcelée
Pas dans la seule nuit au-dessus, mais au fondde la forêt d’arbres sombres, les eaux noiresde corbeau transfusant leurs racines avecdu sang de vie. Là, caché dans l’obscuritéde mon mystère, osez-vous poursuivre lesviolettes dont le […]
Rose of Truth
Beauty is the scent of roses, the thorns of roses, the death of roses, the second flush of rosebuds. Rose of fate, in your thorn you sought to wound us. Nothing changes if nothing changes. […]
Sixty-eight
I am trying. That is not enough, though, is it? I am trying to will the dæmons out of me, command being but the whim of fancy. I am trying to stand firmly on shaky […]
