When I was young girl in China – former life – one of my favourite pastimes was listening to the stories of my grandmother. Most enjoyable were those heard on summer evenings while sitting in […]
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?
To remember
One early morning in May, beckoned, it seemed, I went to a park. As if ushered in, I entered. The air was so fresh, so palpable, though I could not see it, it felt as […]
Love Without Bridges, Dreams Without Sails
Twenty-five years ago, today, I initiated our lamentable parting. Though the date and season of that fateful evening may have at long last been banished from your mind, the memory of what was said and […]
Le mythe débattu
Et ce n’est pas à cause d’elle, qu’elle, débattue du mythe, peut se justifier à elle-même et se tenir un miroir soudain sur elle-même, s’exclamant: ‘C’était moi!’ Elle n’est pas une cause pour elle-même, n’étant […]
Sheer
Neither sainte nor super; neither woman nor man. Embodiment of third-gender paragon. Dauntless as any woman, reckless as any man, not following, less leading, wildness and wiseness, sempiternal. In vast surrender, strength renewed; in service, […]
Conjuration
Hell to the liars, the haters, the bigots… Heaven to those born magnanimous of heart, generous of spirit, open of mind… Hell to the self-righteous – the smug, complacent, superior, pious, sanctimonious, holier-than-thou, pietistic, hypocritical, […]
Its nine circles
Warhol’s mass reproduction of the iconic trademarks and personalities of American popular culture are but his disdainful pronouncement of the pathetic obsequiousness, the painful naïveté, the misguided loyalty of the American masses, both blue and […]
Argyhoeddiad, dial, goleuedigaeth
Daliwch gafael ar yr hen, a byddwch chi’n diflannu. Mae amser barn arnom ni. Yn union fel y mae’r llyfrgell bellach wedi darfod, felly hefyd yr eglwys. Wrth gwrs, byddwn yn parhau i ddarllen, yn […]
Les chevaux de Troie
Aux États-Unis, peut-être plus qu’ailleurs, la liberté est illusoire. Si on se voit refuser la liberté, on n’en attend pas. On pourrait soutenir qu’une grande partie du monde refuse les libertés accordées ici. Mais sont-ils […]
La résurrection
Un rêve récurrent me vient à l’esprit. Apparemment suite à une catastrophe naturelle catastrophique ou au génocide de la guerre, je me cherchais dans un monticule d’épaves, de déchets et de ruines. Parmi les décombres, […]
