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A pleasure, I'm sure
Monday, May 17, 2010
Touch me
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Labels: artform, experiment, turn me on, visuals
posted by Primessa Espiritu
May 17, 2010
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Busy magicians
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Dear Charlie,
Can you see our snowstorm from where you are? Do you remember last year I told you how horrible this season was for me? I have found it to be less wicked than usual this time around. The child in me has managed to rise above the woman and the crone. I hope there is still time left to play along.
Every year the same debate goes on, to buy into winter or not. Purchase some Kodiaks and Kanuks? If I were to have the proper accoutrements, would winter seem less of an obstacle? How shall we go out? Shall we slide down the twisted staircase on our bellies full of dough? Shall we jump off the balcony into the castle made of snow?
Children laugh out loud under falling snowflakes when they can, before it disappears again. To them, the cold and sticky makes is magical. Would you find that beautiful? Do you think children stop to look for beauty? Or do they simply move with what they love? Mmm... I doubt they even think of love. I hope they don’t. They should be busy magicians, caring only to transform the world from mud to ice then to sand, and back again. If they should have any kind of adult care, let it be to have papa on their team to keep the fort safe and strong.
Last night, walking home, I studied the traces left in the snow: the boot prints, angles, pressure, drags, slides and the forgotten objects that are now frozen in the banks. Since the first autumn snowfall, I have been listening to the sound of snow being crushed under my feet, instead of music. It’s nice to hear my own progression.
Can you see our snowstorm from where you are? Do you remember last year I told you how horrible this season was for me? I have found it to be less wicked than usual this time around. The child in me has managed to rise above the woman and the crone. I hope there is still time left to play along.
Every year the same debate goes on, to buy into winter or not. Purchase some Kodiaks and Kanuks? If I were to have the proper accoutrements, would winter seem less of an obstacle? How shall we go out? Shall we slide down the twisted staircase on our bellies full of dough? Shall we jump off the balcony into the castle made of snow?
Children laugh out loud under falling snowflakes when they can, before it disappears again. To them, the cold and sticky makes is magical. Would you find that beautiful? Do you think children stop to look for beauty? Or do they simply move with what they love? Mmm... I doubt they even think of love. I hope they don’t. They should be busy magicians, caring only to transform the world from mud to ice then to sand, and back again. If they should have any kind of adult care, let it be to have papa on their team to keep the fort safe and strong.
Last night, walking home, I studied the traces left in the snow: the boot prints, angles, pressure, drags, slides and the forgotten objects that are now frozen in the banks. Since the first autumn snowfall, I have been listening to the sound of snow being crushed under my feet, instead of music. It’s nice to hear my own progression.
Labels: Dear Charlie, turn me on
posted by Primessa Espiritu
December 04, 2007
Flip the swtich
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
I'm thinking about seeing 300 this Friday, not for the 300 cut and paste pecs, but because maybe it would be nice to know what it could feel like to put it all in a fight against the impossible.
I know and understand that men have fought for what seems like forever to own what cannot be owned and I acknowledge that today, there is no fight that can be defined by a simple line. So, war is not what I consider to be entertainment. But how do you transform something that is changing the face of the earth into the hottest topic at every table and the chief issue fueling the heart of countries toward resolution? Do we settle for what is cheap, quick and easy? Heroes have been replaced by televisions that are full of empty dialogs to produce an army of commercial soldiers.
What kind of legends can our culture breed this time? Today, can any man say that he would want to save something other than what makes him rich?
I can only see a virtual mass of dislocated people in the distance, pointing arrows from a different kind of armory... because even though they seem still and quiet, as the innocent fall, they are burning inside with a rage born of slavery which was built upon a single lie.
PS: 224 words found above
I know and understand that men have fought for what seems like forever to own what cannot be owned and I acknowledge that today, there is no fight that can be defined by a simple line. So, war is not what I consider to be entertainment. But how do you transform something that is changing the face of the earth into the hottest topic at every table and the chief issue fueling the heart of countries toward resolution? Do we settle for what is cheap, quick and easy? Heroes have been replaced by televisions that are full of empty dialogs to produce an army of commercial soldiers.
What kind of legends can our culture breed this time? Today, can any man say that he would want to save something other than what makes him rich?
I can only see a virtual mass of dislocated people in the distance, pointing arrows from a different kind of armory... because even though they seem still and quiet, as the innocent fall, they are burning inside with a rage born of slavery which was built upon a single lie.
PS: 224 words found above
Labels: artform, echo, turn me on
posted by Primessa Espiritu
March 06, 2007
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