Thursday, November 29, 2007

Trying to catch up

One of my favorite playwrights and writers when I was in high school was Eugene Ionesco. Nerdy me even took an independent study on Ionesco's work.

One of his plays that I could relate to was Rhinoceros. As I remember, one of the last lines of the play is of Berenger saying, "Je ne capitules pas!", "I will not capitulate!" It made sense to me in high school and still does.
I would love to bring one of his plays to where I live one day.

Love, create, dream SIN DOLOR.

When I go to restaurants, I like asking for crayons and the children's placemat to color and do mazes on. I'm not sure it takes me to the point beyond dawning but it sure is fun!

And in case B. reads this, Check out dear ada's blog. Make sure to go back a few posts. I think B. and many others will like what she finds.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Postcard Display Ideas

Some people in my life have been asking me how to display the postcards I send them so that people can see both sides. One way I was thinking was a la Annette Messager, one of my favorite artists. Hanging the postcards from string, wire, or raffia would work and would encourage the viewer to interact with the postcards by turning them over to see the other side. I am going to try this with some of the colorful Guatemalan yarn that I have.

The following is a just fun image.

Or here are two photo mobile ideas. I have the satellite version above my desk at work. It's fun.

Recent postcards will hopefully be posted soon...

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

a ..., ..., ..., machine

I haven't been much of a blogger recently. My friend B. was visiting, we had Thanksgiving holidays last week, and I have a new romance. Not to mention that all of this social acitivity has pushed me out of my depression and I have been a productive postcard making, work accomplishing, Martha Stewart cooking and cleaning machine! There are not enough hours in the day for the current amounts of creation in which I would like to endeavor and I am not one to sacrifice sleep.
Yes, I am happy. My friend B. even noted it. Much happier than I have been in months if not years. So much to share, so much to experience. Music, art, postcards, poetry, socially conscious holiday buying alternatives, kick ass women, and most of all relationships/friendships/human interactions.
I am also feeling much calmer about visiting my dear mother. I do love her. She just isn't me. She opens her house to all during the holidays while I tend to have little sympathy towards one gender in particular. This is my own issue.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Martin Ramirez

My friend B. is in town this week and we have been reconnecting by sharing recent reads and inspirations and by making postcards. It's been fun.
One of the inspirations that Ben shared with me is the work of Mexican artist Martín Ramírez. I love the rather obsessive lines. Ramirez spent a large portion of his life in an insane asylum and it is one of his psychologists who recognized his talent. You can find other examples of his work at the American Folk Art Museum.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007


It's midsummer night. The light is skinny;
a thin skirt of desire skims the earth.
Dogs bark at the musk of other dogs
and the urge to go wild.
I am lingering at the edge
of a broken heart, striking relentlessly
against the flint of hard will.
It's coming apart.
And everyone knows it.
So do squash erupting into flowers
the color of the sun.
So does the momentum of grace
gathering allies
in the partying mob.
The heart knows everything.
I remember when there was no urge
to cut the land or each other into pieces,
when we knew how to think
in beautiful.
There is no world like the one surfacing.
I can smell it as I pace my square room,
the neighbor's television
entering my house by waves of sound.
Makes me think of buying
a new car, another kind of cigarette
when I don't need another car
and I don't smoke cigarettes.
A human mind is small when thinking
of small things.
It is large when embracing the maker
of walking, thinking and flying.
If I can locate the sense beyond desire,
I will not eat or drink
until I stagger into the earth
with grief.
I will locate the point of dawning
and awaken
with the longest day in the world.
-Joy Harjo

I heard Joy Harjo tonight.
I am listening to one of her CDs
Poetic Justice: Letter From the End of the Twentieth Century right now.
I like her. She makes sense to me.

I talked to my mother today.
I don't talk about her much.
I've had my issues with her plus she had a severe stroke when I was 13.

Today I asked her when I was born.
2:32 am on a Monday.
My dear father had said between 4 and 5 a.m.
Sorry, but I believe the one that actually gave birth to me,
endured the pain.

This is why I bought a ticket to see her over the holidays
despite it all.
The excitement in her voice makes me feel slightly guilty.
This woman gave birth to me
and remembers the time and day I was born.
Can I love her despite
the "not Margaret" decisions?

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Process Not Outcome

When I dare to be powerful
-to use my strength in the service of my vision,
then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid.
- Audre Lorde


It has rained for five days
the world is
a round puddle
of sunless water
where small islands
only beginning
to cope
a young boy
in my garden
is bailing out water
from his flower patch
when I ask him why
he tells me
young seeds that have not seen the sun
and drown easily.

-Audre Lorde


By the way...

We are created by divine light.

wacky, remarkable,
extraordinary, ECCentric,

Process not outcome.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Creative Mode

I have homework to do. The good student has homework to do. She is not doing it though and is enjoying relishing savouring every minute of her homework noncompliance.
Instead, I have spent my evening on the phone urging some to go listen to one of my most cherished poets, Joy Harjo, when she comes to town; catching up with dear old friends, or listening to a new friend for life (I know this already) with teeth whitening agents in her mouth mumbling me romantic advice. Oh and I even told one of my supervisees that I had not read up on every referendum up for a vote in tomorrow's election. Sin against all sins. I am not all knowing and don't want to be.
And so, instead of studying I will spend what is rest of my evening after telesocializing making POSTCARDS!!!!!
I have decided that I am just in right brain visually creative mode and I just need to go with it.
I'll return to the high functioning left brainer eventually.
This is not unusual for me.
The above postcard has been hanging around waiting for a home. My dear long last friend A. skyped me at midnight the other day. We talked for two hours. I love her. I miss her. She's living on the French/Swiss border listening to cowbells and looking at mountains. Hmm... Maybe I should stop by on my way to the American University of Beirut to study Arabic next summer. There's a plan.
Goodnight blogging buddies!!!

Thursday, November 01, 2007


Aren't these fun? They are by Edina Tokodi, and eco-minded street artist. I discovered her via the Wooster Collective, one of my favorite blogs.

And I also really liked my horoscope on Free Will Astrology this week:


"Dear Rob: Thanks for being in my dream last night. We were in a beat-up, barely running old Chevy on a windy, dusty trail. You explained that it would be highly beneficial for a Sagittarian like myself to demolish this junker. With me behind the wheel and you riding shotgun, we slowly and gently smashed it again and again into the side of the cliff, cracking and denting and tearing it up. Then we got out and hammered it with logs. I felt free when I woke up, like I'd achieved some great feat. -Liberated Wrecker." Dear Liberated: I'm pleased I could join in the work that you (and all Sagittarians) are best suited for right now: creative destruction. It was smart of you to dismantle a symbol of what you'll no longer settle for and that wouldn't drive you to where you need to go anyway.

Creative destruction, I like that. Yes, it's important to be able to drive where we need to go- wherever that might be...