Dying/broken/forgiven.... now I begin

Born: 17-06-56....gemini.... monkey
re-born: 3-09-80
born again\found: 14-04-08
other notable dates: 10-03-68; 03-09-87; 23-03-96;
1-05-98; 31-01-02; 5-04-04

Interests: movement, stressed/transgressive embodiment, lived experience (body\space\time\relation)
expression ( word, dance, text, image, story, music, poetics)
learning, yielding......

Hopes for the blog:
offer up the wild intersectedness of lived experience and engage others in creative, expressive, perhaps irreverant, hopefully playful, and respectful encounters....
enact kindness
create moments of pause for disclosure, discovery, stillness

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

some one else's words



Love blooms like crocuses: 
dirty, brave



Antay Bilgutay
from Six Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak
by writers famous and obscure
edited by Smith Magazine
Posted by at

4 comments:

  1. the walking manDecember 8, 2010 at 4:46 AM

    I've always liked th crocus, bravest of flower finding it's way to the light even when there is still snow on the ground. Man should be more like a flower sometimes.

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  2. Mr. CharlestonDecember 12, 2010 at 6:36 PM

    I wonder Walking Man, if man and crocus are very much alike. After all, we don't really know how many crocuses give up and perish beneath the snow never seeing the light of day.

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  3. SusanDecember 15, 2010 at 11:26 AM

    WOW - I love this

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  4. HarlequinDecember 16, 2010 at 2:24 AM

    wm-- i like those little suckers, too; so tough and tenacious.
    Mr.C- nice insight; maybe their perishing is as much borne of effort as it is of despair... or perhaps one of sheer investment in what is called for.
    Susan-- thanks for the visit--glad you enjoyed.

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