“I tell them dance begins when a moment of hurt combines with a moment of boredom. I tell them it’s the body’s reaching, bringing air to itself. I tell them that it’s the heart’s triumph, the victory speech of the feet, the refinement of animal lunge and flight, the purest metaphor of tribe and self.”
~ Lorrie Moore
You are a legend David Bowie. We are left with your influence, genius
and legacy. Goodnight my Goblin King, my Star Captain, my Rebel Rebel,
the one who helped us see beyond.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Identifying qualities and specific language are so important for
internal expression and outward reception. Change your internal view and
your output develops and is received more specifically.
I’ve spent
time over the years changing my words to equate a larger self worth and
saw an exponential growth and quality in the output of my art and work.
Most recently one I love, that Maxi Millions
posted was - “This is not just a community, but an industry.” Both
identifiers are important, but each carries specific connotations. Both
are important and part of our art form, but each insinuates a specific
quality with different, but linked, outputs.
Thinking about your end goal of a project while in the creative process, might help guide your end result more specifically.
Community - a feeling of fellowship with others, as a result of sharing common attitudes, interests, and goals.
Industry - any general business activity; commercial enterprise: hard work
Half female, half male.
Bilateral gynandromorphism is a rare genetic
disorder occurring in insects, arachnids, crustaceans, and birds, where
a strange combination of genetic material splits a creature perfectly
in half, with one side male and one side female.
“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”
~ Rumi
Photo by John-Paul Bichard
Delicate flow. Ferocious focus.
As the calendar year draws to a close I’m organizing the peripheral, cleaning dark corners and revisiting intentional goals. I’m honoring successes, accepting struggles and clearing paths. I’m steeping in the deep abundance of experiences and memories, while cultivating a myriad of prosperity. I’m bathing where the cup runneth over so I may nourish where my opportunities lie.
I wish you strength in your pursuits this coming year - may your courage to succeed come in the form of reflective armour, so you may be protected but also light the way.
~LF
You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in.
You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.
ByDominic Matthew Jackson (via dominicmatthewjackson)
A 1000 times yes.
“The dance of the goddess Ame-no-Uzume grew wilder as she recalled a
thousand orgasms she had enjoyed: her nipples stiffened and she felt her
sex open when she remembered the phalluses of the countless lovers who
had penetrated her. When at last she brought herself to the crisis, she
opened her clothes to reveal herself to the Kami: wet to the knees, her
sex throbbing with joy."
A longing to be drunk on your poetry, the sabotaging elixir of your mouth combine with an unrecognizable contortion of my back, is heavy today.
The weight that words can’t speak.
Translation found only in clenched fists, traverse hips and eyes that glean time. The
poetry you can drink like it’s milked form the stars, poetry that
sputters the mind raw, poetry that exhausts the body beyond bare.
Recite for me, until weight is an abstract concept and only thirst remains.
LF