Tuesday, October 26, 2010

hello evening

video 
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R.I.P Chomps.


Lets take a moment to remember my lovely dog Chompers, the white ball of fluff. She was one of a kind and didn't give a fuck about anybody. She was number one at getting the comfiest spot in the room and begging for yogurt. She had a long and full life and we will always miss her. Love you Chomps.

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Saturday, October 23, 2010

hope.

I had a friend tell me recently in a taxi ride while a city of lights flew by, that it was all about perspective. He said that perspective is a badass bitch and she can twist things so far you wont recognize yourself in them anymore. Sometimes the only thing you need to change is perspective to have an entirely new situation. So all those things in that old moon that I thought were ruining my life, well they're not. All I needed was a full moon followed by a little sunshine, and now everything is looking better. I have that bounce back. I have that fire and that glint of trouble in my eye. I feel once again, like I can take over the world. So, bring it on October I am not letting you get the best of me. You can kiss that existential crisis goodbye.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

and on the ninteenth day, it rained.


It's been raining here all day, not just the casual misting rain that rolls through Southern California in early fall; this is down pouring, day stopping, cuddle in your bed kind of rain. Best of all, it is my favorite type of rain. I love rain that falls straight down, which I guess sounds funny. All rain due to gravity falls down, it is the nature of rain to fall. But growing up in Minnesota I learned that there are many types of rain; fat rain, thin rain, windy rain, shifting rain, rolling rain, painfully sharp rain, and straight rain. This rain is straight rain in big fat drops that drench you instantly when you step outside. It is the kind of rain that can wash all sorts of things away. It is the kind of day to come clean, let go of anything unnecessary that you have been holding onto. Today is a day for letting go. So, goodbye old habits, old behavioral patterns, old thoughts, and old fears. When the skies do clear, I will be happy to see what is growing in your place.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

If You're Afraid Of The Dark, Remember The Night Rainbow

If tomorrow morning the sky falls... have clouds for breakfast.
If night falls... use stars for streetlights.
If the moon gets stuck in a tree... cover the hole in the sky with a strawberry.
If you have butterflies in your stomach... ask them into your heart.
If your heart catches in your throat... ask a bird how she sings.
If the birds forget their songs... listen to a pebble instead.
If you lose a memory... embroider a new one to take its place.
If you lose the key... throw away the house.
If the clock stops... use your own hands to tell time.
If the light goes out... wear it around your neck and go dancing.
If the bus doesn't come... catch a fast cloud.
If it's the last dance... dance backwards.
If you find your socks don't match.... stand in a flowerbed.
If your shoes don't fit... give them to the fish in the pond.
If your horse needs shoes... let him use his wings.
If the sun never shines again... hold fireflies in your hands to keep warm.
If you're afraid of the dark... remember the night rainbow.
If there is no happy ending... make one out of cookie dough.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

bye.

He said, "I cannot drink coffee and drive
the same way I can't love you
and still feel alive."But the truth
is he is thinking about a girl
he met
seven months ago
and I've been standing here
the whole time.
So, he just laughed
and said, "I'll see you soon."
but I've been around for awhile
and I know
it's not true. I have visions
of you and the way that you left
the things that you said
and the way that he laughed,
carrying those bags,
and tipping that hat.
Leaving her breathless
battered
and sad.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

beat.


You Pull and Tear my Ventricles
You steal my one remaining breath.


music comes in from the other room.
i hear truth in the beat.
like you knew it all along.
like i knew it too.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Don't You.


You're so Vain.
You probably think This all is about you.
Don't you?
Don't you.

Monday, October 11, 2010

A particularly wonderful word of the day to start this week...

nepenthe
[ni-PEN-thee]

-noun
Definition: A drug or drink, or the plant yielding it, mentioned by ancient writers as having the power to bring forgetfulness of sorrow or trouble.

-noun
Definition: Anything inducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, esp. of sorrow or trouble.

Quotes:
1. Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;/ Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"/Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." — The Raven, Edgar Allen Poe

2. For a man in whom love had always inspired delay, that nepenthe could not inspire decision. — The Island of the Day Before, Umberto Eco, William Weaver

Friday, October 8, 2010

...


For everything Taken from me this week. For all the stability missing. You gave me back running. My witchdoctor miraculously fixed my knee. I can run longer and farther than ever before. If only he could take some of these other pains as well....

Dorothy Parker.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

A sign of the Time

I looked to see if you were coming.
I must have missed the sign

I haven't felt healthy since last winter
haven't looked anyone straight in the eye
Something about this time makes me think
it's for good
the good
my good

If you didn't know me you wonder where I
came from and you would look for the
exit
entrance
depending on the day and the speed.

Every time I go through here
I think it's the beginning of the end
or the end of the beginning.

This to shall pass she told me.
I couldn't tell her honestly that
It already had.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

TRUTH



Because When No One Else Will Tell You. They Will.

Hurt It Out.


I don't know when the wind blew this in. I must not have been looking. And I don't know when I stopped writing, but I do hope that is over. I don't know why harmony and creativity cannot coexist within me. I must learn to strike a balance of not ruining everything I love for the sake of some good words. In an incredibly sadistic way though, I like it. I like the hurt and the questions. Sometimes I need to really take a long ugly look at everything and everyone I have in order to know where I am, and decide where I'm going. I do know the wind wont always blow this way, and I wont always need to talk myself to sleep at night.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Rainy Day Lovin

Photos Developed on a Rainy Tuesday in the DarkRoom at OCC, with love.

She said you tasted like two years ago.

He asked her where she'd been.

She said she used to be a simple man.

I used to want a simple plan.

Sunday, October 3, 2010

VIVA "a little las vegas story..."

She went east because the only
thing west would swallow her whole.

in search of the light.

100 on the 15 for 260

She had a glass of scotch in the middle of the day.

Because telling the truth is an exhausting process when you find something Good.

She was best at walking away. And he liked that about her.
Because he was best at leaving.

Nothing looks as good as an idea feels around your tired wrists.

She spent so much time looking over her shoulder. That she never saw it coming.

She waited patiently for those old friends Justice and Fate.

but they never came.

and she couldn't remember who or why she had left in the first place.

and she wondered seriously if vanity was a disease.

On the same road traveling west for as long as time knew

only the sun sees everything. and even she missed you.

running was the only thing her bones told her to do.

She met a man who sang the blues

she asked him for some happy news

but he just smiled and turned away.

"heart left hanging from a string like a necklace"


She danced when she felt free.

And she smiled under that stare.
time had promised to freeze but it continued with no regards to her pleas.

the little rebel yellow

said, "your future is as bright as those lights, don't you know..?"


he sat to think about it for awhile. about her.
but couldn't see past tomorrow.

or those bright lights.


it had been lifetimes since he had seen himself this light
and liked it.


And Then there was a Rap Show....

















*all wonderful pictures taken by my little rebel yellow. Go to jenavievekate.blogspot.com for more of her genius. love always. Rose Blacque.