9.30.2008

9.22.2008

working on gathering from my journals to make a book

a few bits:
"dreams are seeds sprouting and growing in the subconscious.

if one is healthy enough it will flower and maybe even bear fruit in your conscious layer, and thereby impact your life, your lifestyle."


"maybe
our bodies and souls CAN separate
like reverse osmosis or something.

why not?

why else are there out-of-body experiences?

maybe when we separate them, we are expressing and experiencing our mortal capabilities, even though it’s not always fatal.

let go. do not cling to anything. the body recycles and perhaps you hold that connection forever.

i don’t want to let go. i don’t want to think of the body as a mere shell. where does the both/and factor fit here?

the body is sacred. the spirit needs it to be alive on earth, to physically be a part of the earth.




lightning. waiting for rain. looking for music.

there is a nice muggy weight in the air. like tiny moisture capsules and if you touched one directly it would explode water.

"


"
last night i dreamed i kept going to my family’s church cuz they had food all the time: doughnuts & tacos baby!!!

i dreamed i was in a movie in which they discovered i was the actual reason Christmas is celebrated, because i had a teal necklace that made stars born in the sky whenever it jangled

and i woke up tryna call 911 cuz my siblings jonathan and heidi and i were being shot at by snipers in woods behind mcdonalds.
"

9.19.2008

i want to eat the sky

like a fluffy doughnut

earlier today

in class listening to a buncha preppy white kids AND the TA freak out about the ghettoness of cleveland. who has the better horrorstory. SO IGNORANT and IMMATURE!! (Yeah, my grandparents live in the ghetto! .. O MY GOD!! Yeah i heard gunshots in all 3 directions...)
gettin on my nerves. as i get older my opinions have become more accute. stupid little things ( like someone constantly clicking their pen) i dont notice but its the subtle things (like the aforementioned discourse that seemed to enthrall the entire classroom except myself and a couple of other people who know better.

( i used to live in east cleveland, it is my favorite geographical spot in the US besides iowa city ) there are many beautiful things about ghettos. complexities. but to these people (mentioned above), its just another "bad area". and "omigod you are still alive?!"

not the safest places in the world, u gotta be smart about it. but also very great place in the world, full of fresh and old wisdom alike. full of prophets and healers and lovers as well as drugdealers and prostitutes. but what is pleasure without agony?

9.11.2008

dirty canvas

aint nothin like procrastinating to stop and smell the flowers
on the way into the library to do homework
and their scent rushed at me so subtly yet powerfully
i couldnt leave.

now i will only have half an assignment

but o well
it was heaven

9.10.2008

floatation

2 cans of chickin noodle soup down, and doing homework. chickinoodle soup is so amazing right now since i am half-sick.

the air is so cold. i was with nadia downtown drawing, and when we walked between buildings there was a vortex of air that rushed through us just like leonardo and that one chick on the front of the titanic (the good part about that film, that, and his beautiful drawings).

art is so beautiful. i want it to never stop. maybe i can get into art corps (http://www.artcorp.org/).

music that moved me lately::
no more complaining // mila j (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k2WbFB3Qksc)
diary of jane //breaking benjamin (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTafQnXY5vY)
moving mountains//usher (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=64EjuSEXsYg)
beautiful lie //30seconds to mars (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_EcX4OtLWVs)
catwoman soundtrack theme (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xxhm4H7duKQ)
moonlight// mono (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1B00qU5uc58)

9.08.2008

हाउस ऑफ़ मिर्रोर्स

house of mirrors

flowing sands, like skin. you twitch your head, twist your neck back
into the shape of the number 9

my vision is liquid
running everywhere
at once

joy splashing on my face
like light between
trees


(the space between waking and dreaming)