Spider on the Moon

A New Poem

2010-02-09T14:29:00.000-08:00

Lurk!In the background (all) of my lifeHas caused all sorts of strifeEros? Ghost? Some kindly mixtureOf both?At different timesOut of the shadowsHe'd step.Winsome smileBurning eyesClothed inDifferent namesDifferent gamesInto my lifeHe crept.Again. Again. Again.A boyA travelerA firefighterA rabble rouserA museA producerA yabba dabble-erHeart BreakerMind FuckerYet!Still,My heart he always winsor

Hellloooo Dear Diary!

2010-01-24T22:44:00.000-08:00

Had a brain fart that lasted almost two years. Couldn't remember how to open up this blog, couldn't remember my email, couldn't remember my passwords. Been passionately blogging over at wordpress under the name of Hazel, Hazel8500. I took my therapists advice to heart and began delving into my innate sense of advocacy. Spurred on by my great indignation over Canada's Shame... Missing women.

Dream Work

2008-07-30T10:39:00.000-07:00

((ripped from 3D journal))When I was conceivedMy parents were on a MDA trip. It was February and they were tripping under a tree.At one point, while making out my mother hallucinated - my father had become a silhouetted field of stars. In her altered state, Mom realized there was an entire universe within him. She dove in Stars, Stars, everywhere....I read that to mom a couple weeks ago.She

Gifts

2008-07-15T10:34:00.000-07:00

I've been studying dreams since I was two years old. A handful of my dreams have been verified as holding real, waking world information.I've uncovered a family history beyond the reach of my personal memory. Rich with artists, poets, mathematicians, botanists, chemists, architects, draftsmen and builders. Not many leaders, mainly dreamers, philosophers, and scientists.Learning about them, has

Labour

2008-07-12T10:31:00.000-07:00

When I was fifteen I had a nightmare, a really bad one. It was two days before my birthday and as was my custom, I was telling my mom about it while she drove me here or there, as was her custom.In my dream I had been busy cleaning up, I was preparing for a very important visitor. I described the apartment, the layout and the furnishings. I got drowsy in my dream, and laid down on the couch.

Dupid two

2007-10-19T08:26:00.000-07:00

So, my stalkers have redoubled their efforts and have been actively recruiting new chumps to their cause.This one guy I am really afraid of. He's a monster.So in the past six months a woman named apple was murdered, a woman named pickle was murdered and now a young woman I met a couple times from back east? She's been murdered and her body dumped behind my old house from when I was a kid.Apple

As you wish

2007-10-14T07:46:00.000-07:00

Treat people as you wish to be treated...what a joke. I've done that my whole life only to discover its useless.People always seem to give what they expect back, I give my whole heart to my friends I think thats too much to expect in return. A little respect maybe? A little compassion when warranted? A little restraint around my ex's or currents if you know what I mean.I had a huge huge wake

ooops

2007-10-14T07:41:00.000-07:00

well I think my frenemy is still lurking on this blog despite the numerous times I've tried to hide it. Look it, I need somewhere private to vent, to work out my feelings. If you don't want to read it, then don't. I don't have time at the moment to hide this blog again. Try to use some restraint and stay away if you can, I'll no longer censor myself or my feelings for your benefit.ta ta.

Dupid Dupid Dupid

2007-10-02T07:10:00.000-07:00

So the frenemy that I was whining about last year decided to contact me a few months back now. We've been corresponding. At first I was over the moon happy. Now, I'm exhausted from kissing her ass. I never know what to say to her, actually it doesn't matter what I say to her, she takes it whatever way she wants too. And she seems to always want to take things badly.I honored her nephew with

Betrayal

2006-06-06T09:19:00.000-07:00

One of the main life themes I have been dealing with lately is the theme of betrayal.Perhaps it was a sense of prescience that prompted me to blog about Jesus and Judas, and document my thoughts on the possibility Jesus chose Judas to sell him out for some mysterious reason of his own. I do think Jesus rode in to Jerusalem on that terrible day, fully cogniscent of the fact he was on his way to

Where have my sisters gone?

2006-06-06T09:17:00.000-07:00

Well hello soup blog, been a while.I've begun yet another new blog, documenting missing and murdered women across Canada.I'm also currently in the research stage of developing a community network model based on skip tracing tech and knowhow to act as an early warning sign for when endangered women go missing. One thing that has become all to clear during my research is that it is a fateful

Catchup

2006-06-06T00:23:00.000-07:00

Reading over my last few entry's before I jumped ship to begin a new blog was eerie.It was like I was getting prepared for what I ended up going through over the last four months. Once again, I am comforted by that age old feeling of mine, that everything unfolds as it should.The major themes:LossBetrayalDeathSpiritual CurrencyHealingabundanceI blogged a small bit about my last pregnancy, the

Interesting Times

2006-04-07T12:02:00.000-07:00

Lost Gospel of JudasGoogle News SearchJudas Is No Traitor in Long-Lost Gospel - Los Angeles Times:Long Lost gospel of Judas to be publishedHow surprised was I to find out the long lost gospel of Judas, was discovered in 1970. 19-frikken-70! What's been the hold up? It was written in Coptic, a common ancient biblical language that has never been "lost". In other words, translation was not a

'Tis the season

2006-04-06T17:16:00.000-07:00

Bogey's got hay fever.We noticed him starting with wierd breathing and snorting sounds (I call him snuffleupigus)then he began making these gawdawful caughing sounds, just like our cat does when she's copping up a hairball. In fact, Lucy was so worried about him at one point she even nosed him a bit with her big golden eyes wide with concern. Made my heart go boom. She hasn't paid him any

Roses Planted

2006-04-06T17:14:00.000-07:00

Got my climbing roses in today!It was good to get into the garden for a while. Last week added some perennials to the flower beds. Plan on getting more to add to the planters.Still looking for a supplier of English Ivy for our lawn cover.Tulips, narcissus, and crocus have bloomed. Red, purple, and white. Very eye catching.

Life (working composition.)

2006-04-02T23:14:00.000-07:00

Been rather reluctant to sit down and post. Been less reflective and more researchive lately (if that can even be considered a word).I've developed anemia, so am very tired, more so than usual.It's easier to soak up than to pour out right now. Am being treated with iron pills and vitamins and going for yet more blood tests.It's likely due to my hemorraging, but may be related to something else.

Today was the anniversary of Queen Ette's death

2006-04-02T23:10:00.000-07:00

We took the dog, sat on a patio and hoisted double caesars to Gran, oh yeah and each smoked a cigarello in her honour. Happy Death Day Gran, hope you're kicking up your heels, say hey to Pope JP, if he's around, Marrrrvelous Daaaarling!

Been A While

2006-03-30T09:03:00.000-08:00

Well, it's been quite some time since I've done any serious posting here.Guess it's time to catch up.Currently I am walking around carrying around some one elses blood. I lost everydrop of mine Thursday, 13 days ago.I had known for some time (since I had my last garden dream) that I was pregnant.I was absolutely convinced this time everything was a go. Had I scrutinized my dream further, I may

I wrote my first song

2006-03-26T13:44:00.000-08:00

It's a slow bluesy gospel type. A Dirge.I wrote it the day after I returned from the hospital, Gee picked up his guitar and the thin tune I laid down and created a great melody.My voice doesn't do what I want it to do, but I know a woman who's voice might be up to the challenge, she indicated she'd like to sing it so, guess we'll be having a good camping season this summer, singing by the fire

Thoughts sparked by Rick Ross

2006-03-11T12:51:00.000-08:00

One thing I seem to have in common with this Rick Ross guy is my emerging belief that suicide bombers are in actuality being brainwashed by recruiters using the same kind of tortuos techniques used on me by my bitch captor in childhood.SeeM.I.A. 's Lyrics Amazon I cried the first time I heard this song because I recognised MIA knew wtf she was talking about. The process she describes in

Mom's Angel

2006-03-11T11:32:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I'm trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but...I worry about this guy who's swooped in at the elleventh hour to make everything alright for my mother.My mother has asked me to research some of the things he's told her.About cults.I'm spooked.I can't write about what this man has told her about himself, or what she has intuited about him and his health, (My mother is an intuitive

After the Storm

2006-03-07T12:30:00.000-08:00

I just finished a four day suicide watch for my mother from three thousand mile's away.It has been a long time since I've had to watch her so closely. Only this time I live so far away it was seriously frightening. Well it always is when your mother says her life doesn't matter, nothing matters please just let me go.I called her every few hours, if she wouldn't answer the phone I'd call the

Caroline Myss's Message of the day

2006-03-04T11:17:00.000-08:00

To blame the other players in our drama for helping to teach us what we need to learn is the height of foolishness3/4/2006 Ironic, the themes I'm currently working on in my journal entries this past week could be summed up by Dr. Myss's daily message.She says the experience of synchronicity is a symptom of living in the moment.If that is true, I've never been more present than I have this

Aftermath 2

2006-03-03T20:47:00.000-08:00

By defending our faults, we betray an unsound mind. (The Sutra of Hui Neng)There was a time not too long ago, where I felt betrayed by just about everyone.It's been pointed out to me that I was certainly justified in feeling that way in quite a few area's of life. My response was, "How is that just? How is it fair that first I get burned by someone I love or trust, and then I have to not only

The Trial by Existence, by Robert Frost

2006-03-03T19:22:00.000-08:00

And from a cliff-top is proclaimedThe gathering of souls for birth,The trial by existence named,The obscuration upon the earth...And the more loitering are turnedTo view once more the sacrificeOf those who for some good discernedWill gladly give up paradise...And none are taken but who will,Having first heard the life read outThat opens earthward, good and ill,Beyond the shadow of a doubt...Nor

A small triumph over ptsd for me.

2006-03-01T18:55:00.000-08:00

My day started out normally enough. I had a doctors appointment to renew my anti-anxiety medication. My husband drove me to the doctors office. I didn't wait long before a woman, not my doctor entered the room. She explained she was an intern nurse working with my doctor and had some questions for me regarding my progress. I wasn't prepared to dig into my history, I had just woken up and had

More Fallout

2006-03-01T18:20:00.000-08:00

For the past week or two, I've been noticing little signs indicating my littlest one is in need.The morning after I put granny's amythest necklace on, it went missing. Gee found it when he rolled over to kiss me hello and slipped his hands under my pillow. I had somehow managed to unscrew the clasp, and neatly tuck the necklace under my pillow without waking up in the middle of the night.I know

The room of forgotten responsibilities

2006-02-28T09:53:00.000-08:00

I came across a whack of quotes recently while surfing the blogosphere.This is the first and foremost message that spoke to me: "Focus, not on the rudenesses of others, not on what they've done or left undone, but on what you have & haven't done yourself." -The Buddha, Dhammapada, 4, translation by Thanissaro Bhikkhu.I recently had a dream, about a week ago. It's taken me a

Aftermath

2006-02-28T09:50:00.000-08:00

After my dream of the room of forgotten responsibilities, I woke up relieved.This is an unusual waking response to my dog dream.I'm usually still overcome by the sense of loss and guilt and grief.But not this time.Instead, I found myself thinking fondly of someone I used to know.By defending our faults, we betray an unsound mind. (The Sutra of Hui Neng) Three people actually, two lovers and a

I did it because you made me -reference point #2

2006-02-28T09:44:00.000-08:00

I was living in the tail end of a bad relationship. I had tried to end it with this guy pretty much since the moment it started. I was beginning to despair about my ability to ever lose the loser. I made dinner for a friend one night. Burgers and fries. I boiled the oil with the lid on, not realizing that this is something you just don't do. Shortly, the pot of oil exploded into flames. My

I did it because you made me Reference point #1

2006-02-28T09:40:00.000-08:00

I was at a party with my best friend. We sang the song The piano man, and were having a great time. Shortly afterward, this guy came up to me, he said oh binah that was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, you and she singing like that. Can you go get that tape? I want to hear it again. Sure I said, where is it? Downstairs.I cheerfully went downstairs to retreive the tape, only to find my

I did it because you made me : Reference point #3

2006-02-28T09:35:00.000-08:00

Years ago, I ran into a friend, who I'd had a falling out with. We decided to make amends and went to catch a beer. My current partner was working late that night, and I was done for the day.At one point, he came storming in, a bull in a china shop I could practically see the stream of steam coming from each of his nostrils. He surveyed the scene and misinterprested what he saw. Thinking I was in

I did it because you made me - Conclusion

2006-02-28T08:35:00.000-08:00

By defending our faults, we betray an unsound mind. (The Sutra of Hui Neng)By calling out our "faults", we befriend an unsound mind and begin a perpetual motion type impulse toward healing and health. - me.By shedding light on and examining our misconceptions, erroneous beliefs, inept coping systems, dishonesties, we are able to see how small, insignificant they are, even how laughable and funny

More moon thoughts as we enter the new moon phase

2006-02-25T14:39:00.000-08:00

I found the following at astrowisdom's moon archives, an excellent resource.New Moon in Pisces Monday, February 27, 2006 4:31pm PST 9º 16'Please visit her site to read this months new moon influences. I began this blog two years ago after a dream. One I call the Micro/Macro dream. In it I was challenged

Go ask Alice!: "Progesterex"

2006-02-25T11:50:00.000-08:00

So it seems the info sent to me by my fellow AP poet, was a hoax. AFter some internet digging I found a whack of information about the hoax. This doesn't mean there aren't serious dangers regarding rape drugs such as Roofies, GHB, Ketamine, and Qualudes.The following is a snip from Go Ask Alice. Dear Readers, Your letters are just a sample of the many "Progesterex" postings this week on

This was a message sent to me from a fellow AP poet.

2006-02-25T10:59:00.000-08:00

A woman at a Metropolis nightclub (Miami) on Saturday night was taken by 5 men, who according to hospital and police reports, gang raped her before dumping her. Unable to remember the events of the evening, tests later confirmed the repeat rapes along with traces of Rohypnol in her blood, with Progesterex, which is essentially a small sterilisation pill.The drug now being used by rapists at

The lost art of dreaming

2006-02-24T09:45:00.000-08:00

So, I had a short non interesting dream a few days ago. It was dark, hard to see, I saw myself (shadowy) reach up, way up and look into something. AHA! My old clay chalice cup. where's that been I havn't seen it in ages. Inside the cup was something precious. I pulled it up and out but never got a glimpse as to what it was. The I woke.Well on my spring cleaning binge, I was dusting a high high

Spring Cleaning

2006-02-24T09:36:00.000-08:00

Went on a spring cleaning binge. Can't believe what I pulled out of my closet.My closet is tiny, about the size of two of me. What can you expect from an apartment the size of a postage stamp? Oh well. I went through all my clothes. threw out what no one could ever wear again, and bundled up a bunch of stuff for good will. I stuffed a small (very small) dresser into the closet, and some

Gardening Plan Implemented

2006-02-23T10:22:00.000-08:00

Yippee, my boss came by yesterday and noticed the work in the garden. He liked it!So, gee, always good with seeing opportunity said yeah well we'd like to put in an English Ivy ground cover. And he said he loved the idea!Now I can begin implementing part two of my plan. I am super excited.My plan was immediate upon seeing this place. Despite all the nay sayers who told me nothing could grow on

I have a gift that is as much a curse.

2006-02-21T10:08:00.000-08:00

Words often invoke imaginal images in my mind. My father would call it an "affliction". But when I hear, see, use the word affliction I see a man, stripped to the waist being "inflicted" upon. My imagination presents to me an image of a man being whipped. Affliction, therefore is the wrong word to describe my condition. What ails me is not from an external source, but an internal one.

Mysticism

2006-02-19T15:08:00.000-08:00

I've been noticing strange occurances around me lately that echo earlier events in my life.For some time now, I've been aware that I am the one true architect of my life and that my life, as it currently stands was built brick by brick by my own self, and not by forces beyond my control.I mean yes, forces beyond my control do exist, and yes they have impact on my life at times but they do not

Two new poems for my manuscript

2006-02-19T12:20:00.000-08:00

I woke up today in the best of spirits. I've been searching my mind for a reason to feel so calm, and think it's because I've finally completed two new poems.It's the first completed creative impulse I've had since beginning my anti anxiety med's.So here they are. Enjoy.Beauty Stalks The artist I have yet to see Beauty’s full face A sneak, a peak Is all I’ve been graced A List from W.H.O.R.E. (Women Helping Ourselves to Rights and Equality)I've been doing a lot of research into prostitution and trafficking laws in Canada and internationally. Ever since the Willie Picton case broke in the media, I have been beside myself over the fates of women I don't know. I can't shake the feeling that they are my sisters.Over

The Corpse Bride

2006-02-01T16:44:00.000-08:00

Loved it! Click here to watch the trailer.P.S. An interesting depiction of traditional marraige. Son's and daughters forced into arrangements to benefit the family interests, not the interests of the newly wed. An accurate old world view. Makes me wonder, who truly benefits by restricting who gets married to who?

The government of Canada: PIMPS?

2006-01-30T13:21:00.000-08:00

Did you know that Bawdy houses, massage parlors and (S&M) dungeons are business entities that fall under the umbrella of “living of off the avails of prostitution” as set out by the criminal code? Well, the government of Canada charges these businesses for operating licenses each year. What is the purpose of a business license?

Woman Rescued

2006-01-30T10:46:00.000-08:00

My mother was instrumental in rescuing a captive woman recently. It’s taken me a while to be able to write about it. But it is an important thing to write about. By chance, my mother was dining in a local cafe, a woman broken and bleeding burst in through the door and just started to wail. My mother recognized trauma when she saw it.

Fwd: Children of Vancouver's missing women - links

2006-01-30T10:44:00.000-08:00

---------- Forwarded message ----------From: xxxxxx;Date: Jan 29, 2006 2:21 PMSubject: Children of Vancouver's missing women - linksTo: cocobinahChildren of Vancouver's missing womenGrieving family and friends now must face the upcoming Pickton trialhttp://www.missingpeople.net/children_of_vancouver.htmPictures provide the clues to a daughter's lost life http://www.missingpeople.net/

Pressures of Doggie School

2006-01-28T15:10:00.000-08:00

At doggy school today, I had a dissacociative moment, well a few of them. It is terribly embarrassing, but my anti anxiety medicine helped make it tolerable so it didn’t get worse. I had to resort to pinching my legs in order to bring myself back to earth a few times. My husband has become increasingly aware of these subtle changes in me that indicate disassociation, and so that was also

unfinished moon spider entry

2006-01-26T10:14:00.000-08:00

t's quite amazing to me, how a daydream has become so solidified.Last year, I whimsically thought I would like to write 33 poems in honour of the thirty three years I've spent on earth.Today, I have over 40 poems and 180 original images. but only 30 I am willing to publish at this time. This leaves me three final poems to complete which works out perfectly. I have three sections to the book, it

Happiness is...

2006-01-26T09:46:00.000-08:00

I woke up this morning in my cozy bed cradling fat cozy pillows. Its dark and rainy today, the kind of day I love to spend in bed with a mug of chocolate, watching old movies. But I've got some work to do. Not much to tell the truth, clean one apartment and scrub the lower floors.A couple to few hours, then I can come back to my writing.I've nearly completed my manuscript, at least the art and

PIKL

2006-01-25T09:11:00.000-08:00

You suck!Wha?You heard me "You suck!"call me.

Secrets, Blogging, and Fear

2006-01-24T09:49:00.000-08:00

I was recently reading a blog by a woman who recalled the teenage angst of having her privacy violated by her mother. Snooping through her drawers and diaries led to tantrums thrown by her mother whenever she read something her teenage daughter thought she oughtn't have.I can remember such kinds of betrayals as well.It struck me as funny, here we both were, scribbling our thoughts and rants and

Fear and Guilt

2006-01-24T09:30:00.000-08:00

Fear and guilt, two of the most debilitating emotions.I had a conversation about a month ago with an old friend. Someone who's known me forever. I confided in her my great fear and my guilty dillema. She had some great advice, she said if you have a fear, its just that a fear. For (hypothetical) instance, if your fear is of being stalked by a man with a gun, well that's the fear of a lot of

2006-01-23T09:46:00.000-08:00

Dan Perez -Self taught Boston area artist.

2006-01-22T15:13:00.000-08:00

His work is stunning , check him out @ artwanted Screw art wanted, they've actually taken chunks out of dude's paintings because depictions of breasts is considered taboo on their site. How can a site be dedicated to ART and censor the human body? Check out Dan Perez' own website for really good, thought provoking art. Thank-you!

Tips for living w/ PTSD

2006-01-20T10:15:00.000-08:00

Coping with Flashbacks: Goals and Techniques for Handling the Memories

Pain Control

2006-01-19T21:50:00.000-08:00

Last night I had an unusual headache. I don't generally get headaches, thank goodness but this one was a doozy. I was all out of advil and had nothing else in the house. Maybe I was obsessing, but the pain seemed to completely absorb my attention once I laid down. I tried to locate the source of the pain. It wasn't located at my temples or the back of my head like a regular stress headache

Dream Work/Vacations and Save the world rah rah!

2006-01-17T20:06:00.000-08:00

Earthwatch Institute Two perfect adventures for me and Gee. Him a photographer, me an artist and diarist!Elephants of Tsavo Document elephant encounters while traveling safari like from your Jeep. Digital photo's, sletches, notations on distinguishing features and behaviour, group composition and size. Stay in stunning accomodations and eat sumptuos food.orSri Lanka's Temple MonkeysSpend four

Here we go again...

2006-01-17T09:36:00.000-08:00

My machevalian Aunt is at it again.So far she has sabotaged every one of my grandmothers wishes. She hid the will, and lied. She cleared everything out of granny's house, contravening the agreement Granny struck with the buyer. She's held Granny's death certificate and other docs hostage, doing everything she can to stall the sale until all the value of the house is lost. And she is

Emotional Alchemy

2006-01-15T13:53:00.000-08:00

Transform Fear, Core Issues

You are here to help us through the storm

2006-01-15T11:57:00.000-08:00

A beautiful treatise of encouragement by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PHD author of Women who run with wolves. Please read especially if you are feeling depressed or saddend by the daily news.

Very special day

2006-01-13T10:47:00.000-08:00

Today is a very special day. It is Friday the thirteenth.Friday is sacred to the divine feminine, so is thirteen. In days long gone, there were thirteen moonths in a year, and thirteen astrological signs.Times have changed, a celestial being has been cut out of the loop, an entire moonth shoved to the back of the closet, gregorian calendars, leap year's and daylight saving schemes woven together

The 12 Fibonnacci Goddesses

2005-12-31T15:04:00.000-08:00

This web page piqued my interest as I found a number of references and allusions to beauty, goddess lore, geometry, specifically the intrinsic nature of the spiral in nature, art, and motion.I am reminded of the planet Venus and the inexhaustable wealth of patterns it creates during its 8 year transit as pictured below. Illustration from: “Movement and Rhythm of the Stars” Joachim Schultz,

BBC Radio Player

2005-12-31T13:14:00.000-08:00

BBC Radio Player

Why I love living in Vancouver

2005-12-25T12:23:00.000-08:00

That and 14 degree weather on Christmas eve.(Photo found at http://withinsight.blogspot.com/ by another local blogger. A good read.)

CNN special delves into the two Marys | csmonitor.com

2005-12-25T11:51:00.000-08:00

Saw this last night, repeats again on CNN tonight.

Tsunami, a year later

2005-12-25T10:39:00.000-08:00

AP Updated: 2:18 p.m. ET Dec. 21, 2005Asmika’s mother, father and all three siblings were washed away in Aceh, on the northern tip of Sumatra island. Scared and alone, she married a man she hardly knew in a mass wedding in February and immediately began trying to start a family. “I’m the only person to survive, so I’m all alone,” she says softly, sitting on a straw mat in the stuffy tent with a

Happy Birthday Baby Jesus

2005-12-24T23:58:00.000-08:00

The Earthly Father - What if Mary wasn't a virgin? By Chloe Breyer

2005-12-23T11:45:00.000-08:00

Happy Chanukah

2005-12-22T23:03:00.000-08:00

Hanukkah Dreidels Menorahs, Chanukah Plastic Dreidels, Chocolate GeltHanuka starts at midnight tonight, wishing you a happy Hanuka.

Yo Saturn! Happy Saturnalia Everyone

2005-12-22T22:58:00.000-08:00

Saturnalia - Notfah.com, the free encyclopedia

Wonderful Winter Solstice!

2005-12-21T23:14:00.000-08:00

The Weather Doctor Almanac: A Long Mid-Winter Night

poesybeat.org : gallery

2005-12-20T16:04:00.000-08:00

An arts interactive initiative; mixing beats and poetry open to everyone and anyone.

Abduction

2005-12-20T11:17:00.000-08:00

Well I finally got myself Arular, M.I.A.'a latest album.I actually cried when I heard this song.It is haunting and lush and bang on.In fact just thinking about it now, makes me feel a little weepy.In it, she breaks down the aspects of abduction: of being taken right off the street, of having her photo on a milk carton, of being held for her captors monetary gain, of being drugged, of coming

M.I.A. Amazon Lyrics

2005-12-20T11:16:00.000-08:00

I was missin' in actionOn the side of a cartonI was taken in a DatsunFrom a street in ActonI was sipping on a RubiconThinking 'bout where I comeIts all this for revolutioncuttin' up the couponSavin for a telephoneCan I call homePlease Can I go HomePainted nails, sunsets on horizonsPalm trees silhouette smells amazingBlindfolds under home made lanternsSomewhere in the AmazonThey're holding me

Beauty and Smoldering

2005-12-17T20:32:00.000-08:00

The following is a skit including the beginnings of two character's drawn from the very short but intriguing second dream of December 13th this year.I have 2 very clear images of two characters, the third remains in the shadows.It is written from the point of view of the dreamer in the middle.xxxxBeauty sat gleaming to my left, she was so bright it was hard to make out individual features. I was

Dec 13th dream

2005-12-16T16:07:00.000-08:00

I had the oddest dream last night.The first dream was fluffy bright like I was watching a sitcom. In fact it was so slick it even had subtitles pop up whenever there was subtext I may have been in danger of missing, kind of like a visual laugh track to keep me on point. (Obviously the diligent work of my subconscious)In keeping with the sitcom feel, I cought a glimpse of Marie, the kindly

Helios's Return, new art work

2005-12-12T11:05:00.000-08:00

Cad Zeus, new art work

2005-12-12T11:03:00.000-08:00

M.I.A Links

2005-12-01T19:20:00.000-08:00

Dj monstero This guy's done his homework, lots of great links and interesting discussions about M.I.A.M.I.A.: Pitchfork Interview In addition to being a film maker and a writer Maya is also an artist. Her work is as spare and as hard hitting as her music. To check her out, visit her website and click on the ART link. (My favorites are in Gallery 2.)M.I.A.'s Official webesite Listen and download

Maria Sabina

2005-11-30T22:35:00.000-08:00

My latest female poet obsession!Maria Sabina -- Selections -- by Alvaro Estrada A shaman and visionary--not a poet in any ordinary sense--María Sabina lived out her life in the Oaxacan mountain village of Huautla de JimŽnez, and yet her words, always sung or spoken, have carried far and wide, a principal instance and a powerful reminder of how poetry can arise in a context far removed from

Sacred/Profane Precious/Shame

2005-11-29T23:35:00.000-08:00

photo, Kevin SitesSamarra is an ancient city, just outside of modern Tikrit. Samarra is likely a remnant of the great civilization of Sumeria or so I've read, seems pretty likely. I am still in the grips of a fascination for that far off pre-historical time.I find it a compelling mystery, that the land of the ancient goddess is locked in the grip of a pattern of male domination and female

Two personal views out of Iraq

2005-11-29T11:30:00.000-08:00

Baghdad BurningA different view on the war in Iraq from western media. Here is the blog of a girl living in Iraq right now. She speaks about what it is like to live in fear of suicide bombers, soldiers, and government officials on a daily basis.This is what she had to say about waking up to the news of the assasination of an elderly Sunni tribal leader and his son's.Kevin Sites Blog- war

Writing is fifty years behind painting.

2005-11-28T21:44:00.000-08:00

Writing is fifty years behind painting. I propose to apply the painters' techniques to writing; things as simple and immediate as collage or montage. Cut right through the pages of any book or newsprint...lengthwise, for example, and shuffle the columns of text. Put them together at hazard and read the newly constituted message. Do it for yourself. Use any system that suggests itself to you. Take