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I will worship Grace Jones if she is proved a demigod. Her autobiography will be out at the end of the month. Looking forward to learning from the original “Mad Woman” of my generation:
At Albert Whitted Park this morning, I observed a man with a weighted net sitting by the water. He waited on someone as he stared into the lapping waves. I started my morning walk around him, and by the time I was done, he was still there, but this time, casting the net into the water. The person he was waiting on finally arrived.
I was able to do a half mile on my own today. Been out of the hospital now three weeks, but the muscle memory hasn’t kicked in fast enough for my desire. It only takes three days of inactivity for a body to lose its energy. I feel like an old woman, even though 40 is a couple years’ off.
Yet I push, and try to make the most of non-rainy moments. Sucks to be stuck in the house with no interest in writing or books when that’s all I’m surrounded by. I want to be out! I want to grab a beer. I want to talk to someone in their face, not by text messaging. I am bored.
Update your blog, I consider, and I consider that, in its abandon, something called SEMALT has taken over. I shudder knowing an innocent photo of me has likely been transmogrified into something completely different, in the universe of a Nicki Minaj cover photo. What am I gonna do; go up against some bloke in Brazil? Whatever man. As long as you are able to occupy your day.
To which I’m trying to do. Occupy time in a small space with limited mobility. Damn, damn, damn, this sucks! Someone entertain me! Pick me up, drive for me, trust me, I’ll be entertaining.
<sigh> I’m getting there. I feel that’s my life right now, waiting on me to show up, so we can play in the waters again. A fisherman’s patience, I wish I had.
Send me R B P
Originally posted on Von Simeon:
[Usually periwinkle blue, today I’m feeling more midnight blue, no glitter. Here’s a pseudocode of a poem which might go somewhere, eventually. Shouts to William Butler Yeats, yo]
Love is Pain.
“ is a meat grinder for broken hearts.
“ “ cayenne pepper in the eye, lemon in a fresh paper cut.
“ keeps me awake, gives me night sweats, drenches my sleep shirt, mats my hair.
“ makes me want to commit Hate crimes – not out of principle, but out of circumstance.
“ = the Devil.
Like Lucifer, Love is the brightest Light. Perhaps that’s Pain itself – Light fighting to burst past Pride, but the walls are too thick.
It’s the Light, pushing pushing, making friction, heating as it churns with vicious velocity, burning within.
Love is a fighter.
“ is fortified by Hope, driven by Resolve.
“ “ a twin, and champions its pair…
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Doing a bit of self-study during a fierce Florida summer storm. Bulls, unite!
Originally posted on Goddess Inspired:
“Taurus – sign of springtime and fresh start –
is the creatrix of the zodiac
with languid sensuality and great depth of heart.
A lover of beauty and harmony
she gives form to what’s inside.
A scultpress, an artist, a singer extraordinaire,
she’s physical and constant,
no others can compare.”
– by Silvestra Silvermoon
As far back as the Paleolithic or Old Stone Age, over 20,000 years ago, an artist chiseled what we know as the Goddess of Laussel – a female figure holding a bison horn – into a cave wall in Southern France.
Even then the curved shape of bovine horns held special meaning to our foremothers. They are reminiscent of the crescent Moon and are therefore sacred to the Goddess.
One of Her main manifestations is the Moon with her three phases. Especially in hotter climates it was the Moon who was seen as the creative…
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Congrats 2015 grads, you did the damn thing! Now that escuela is over with, take a deserved break. Plunge in the pool, go smoke a bowl, sleep until Friday. Then, take a peek at this, my How To guide which’ll come in handy once you get kicked out into The Real World…
Originally posted on Von Simeon:
Another Friday night Netflix-whorin’ (trademark!), and I decided to settle in on Nick Offerman: American Ham. It’s an hour and nineteen stand up performance, and I found it delightful; you shall too. What I valued from watching this was his hysterical delivery of ten principles he utilizes to get through life.
Nick’s performance reminded me of what I’ve put to practice these last three years. I’ve shared them in previous posts, but am motivated to revisit these principles with you, my lovely, because if there’s anything I’m good at in life, is constantly trying out new ways to fail at something, only to come out on top!
Here now, ladies, gents and in-betweens, Von Simeon’s Four Axioms:
1) Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should. (“Say Nay To The Hero Complex”)
This is for anyone who’s ever had to bear the brunt of responsibility/accountability/patriarchy/leadership/ownership/command. This is especially…
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Happy Memorial Day! Thought I’d share a hilarious tale of wardrobe malfunction at our nation’s capital during the same holiday weekend. Laugh at my pain!! :D
Originally posted on Von Simeon:
So this happened this past weekend:
And what was so weird about it was, I put no pressure or heat on the frames. As casually as any of you lenswearers would slide a pair of glasses onto your face, that’s how much pressure I applied, and, PLACK!! They just…fell apart.
But the event made me remember another inexplicable demise of something very necessary at a most inconvenient time:
[Cue Law & Order SVU’s dun dun dun!]
It was Memorial Day Weekend, 2012, and I was in Washington, D.C. to attend my sorority daughter’s wedding. I hadn’t seen my daughter or her chapter sisters since 2008, and hadn’t done anything sorority-related since, so this was going to be a reacquiantance/presentation moment for me. Gotta look good for the sorors!
So in my arsenal of outfits I included a…
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I’m proud to be participating in this year’s SunLit Festival, a “Spring celebration of literature in the Sunshine State.” Events abound, from readings of local work to revering masters of the craft, all within St. Petersburg, Florida, Home For The Literary Arts.
Yes, I just did that. Let’s make it a thing. ;)
Events begin Friday evening well into next week. My artwork, “A Tale of Two Brians,” will be performed during Fiction Live! on Tuesday evening, benefiting Project Shattered Silence. Admission is $10 advance, $12 at the door.
This war-time romance story began on WordPress as an innocent writing prompt: Take a popular book title and reinvent the story. I presented it for the Florida Bibliophile Society back in September, with wonderful feedback; most touchingly, from a Vietnam War veteran in the audience. The story is modeled after my favorite Ernest Hemingway novel, “A Farewell To Arms.”
Look at me, getting my Vaclav Havel on! Pre-Velvet Revolution, before you guys get all fact-checky.
Here’s the full lineup for Fiction Live!:
The three hardest words to say are, “I need help,” even more difficult when you’re an artist, in a feverish industry more about judging than relating (see American Idol).
This beautiful, talented artist is my current hero, Michael Angelakos, lead singer of Passion Pit, one of my favorite bands of the 21st century.
Please find the time this weekend to read this article: Cover Story: Passion Pit
Angelakos’ description of his journey in promotion of Bring Change 2 Mind, a non-profit working to end the stigma around mental illness:
One foot in front of the other. Onward.