Tall and Medium Tales

Where was I before the mercury rose?

Flamenco for Fragrance91g

The day so dry all I can do is get naked on wet sheets and dive
into a book of fairytales called Floating Down The Sea of Ears.

Tall and medium tales about proteans (shapeshifters) like Leonardo
Da Vinci whose career took many shapes such as he was said to have
a ‘protean career’, and a fairytale within a fairytale about a fraternity

of surrealist poets living in exile on the Island of Writers. Each scribe
has cut off one ear to protest the watering down of freedom of speech.

On the Island of Writers, they argue and rant long into the night. Talking
over each other, their hearing impaired and their thinking short-sighted.

I make several pathetic attempts to shift my attention back from island.
Altered by what I’ve witnessed, it’s too late for my brain. The fixtures
and fittings in my apartment — the sofabed, piano, cable TV, candles,

kitchen table, bathroom scales, door frame, window blinds, security
alarm system and my sheets have become part of me; as my habitat
pulls me under the floorboards and this reader connects to the umbilical
cord of the fraternity.

We argue and rant long into the night.
My blood orange eyes look puzzled beneath
my purple shaded eyelids. Half-open and half-sealed.

I weigh their arguments on my bathroom scales. The scales
crack, snap and pop as the debates rage at arm’s length.

How does this fairytale end? Will I flash upon The End?
My first impression is of a monotone snake coiled inside
a M.C. Escher drawing.

Is that black and white snake, Gaia contemplating us? Are
we mirror cells? Mirroring each other’s cells, or are we not?

Asymmetry?
A symmetry?
A thinner tree?

Are the colors in Escher’s field (of vision) under review?
Who was it that said: “Silence is so accurate, the mind’s imagination can also paralyze.”

In my alternative state I have a theory that the Island of Writers
is the mole people living in the tunnels under New York City.

Our Earth is their stars.

One Lovely Blog Award

Yesterday, I received a wonderful surprise from the handsome and gifted Scott M. at Gnostic Bent! http://gnosticbent.wordpress.com

Scott nominated my blog for the One Lovely Blog Award, and I feel deeply blessed. I truly appreciate the nomination and wish my fellow bloggers luck in winning this prestigious award, too.

Now for “The Rules.” Anyone nominated for the One Lovely Blog Award must do the following to keep this unique prize rolling:

  • Thank the person who nominated you and link to them in your post.
  • Share seven unknown things about yourself.
  • Nominate other bloggers and blogs you like or admire… 15 or so if possible.
  • Contact the bloggers you nominate to let them know and to link them back to your post so they can read “The Rules,” too.

The second “rule” demands that I share seven unknown things about myself, which will not be easy as many of my quirks are better left unspoken…

  1. I founded a Secret Society.
  2. I used to be called Fred.
  3. I married a Ghanian cinema projectionist in my Gap Year.
  4. When I spent the night in the town where the civil war started in Sierra Leone, I dreamed of Stanley Kubrick.
  5. My first job when I was seven years old was teaching elementary ballet to four and five year-olds.
  6. My favourite number is 107.
  7. When I had no place to stay in New York City I spent my nights in the business library of  Columbia University.

And now for the blogs I admire and want to nominate for the One Lovely Blog Award. These are some of the people who inspire me and make a difference to my life. Thank you.

Words in verses & verses in ≈ motion ≈ by LauraLME

Flashlight City Blues by Brice Maiurro

The Writing Corp Official Blog by Vergielyn Cubol

bottledworder – Words in a blogule!

Rebecca Youssefi – Visual Artist

The Engineer of Himself, pt. 5: Appropriate Voicing
by N Filbert

JARVISANDBEETLE

To Be Aware by Ido Lanuel

Project 365 by Kenneth Todd

We’re all on our way home by Sarah Silver

Unbound Boxes Limping Gods by Cheryl Moore

Heaven 4 Earth by MonaD’E

Jus Naturale – Fictions by A.S.J. Ellis

clotildajamcracker – The wacky stories of a crazy lady.

CONSERVATORY OF MAGIC

Thanks again for the wonderful honour and I wish all of you well. Good luck, nominees!

Soul Survival

DUB REVOLUTIONARIES
Image by dubdem sound system via Flickr

“Sometimes we are blessed with being able to choose the time and the arena, and the manner of our revolutions, but more usually we must do battle where we are standing.”

“And when the sun rises we are afraid

it might not remain

when the sun sets we are afraid

it might not rise in the morning

when our stomachs are full we are afraid

of indigestion

when our stomachs are empty we are afraid

we may never eat again

when we are loved we are afraid

love will vanish

when we are alone we are afraid

love will never return

and when we speak we are afraid

our words will not be heard

nor welcomed

but when we are silent

we are still afraid

So it is better to speak

remembering

we were never meant to survive.”

― Audre Lorde, The Black Unicorn: Poem