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 17, 2014

Sex and drugs and rock and roll

Young, oblivious, bold-
flashes of common sense
popping up like clowns or daffodils
once in a blue moon
(the one that left me standing alone.....)
remembering how much
was the most important goal
with sex and drugs and rock and roll

not only fun, of course, or just kicks
some of it felt like love
and might have been
some of it felt like flying
to the planet of the big ideas no one has ever had before
top of the pole
bottom of the hole
finish off whatever is in the bottom of the bowl
sex and drugs and rock and roll

looking back, now
not complex
age changes how things matter
what intimacy means
what words and music mean
richer, deeper
or more easily dispatched
perspective borne of struggle and joy
deceit and bullshit take their toll
sex and drugs and rock and roll

still, sweeter than the softest dawn
the long caress of twilight
opens up
stretches out
moments of fierce, delightful tenderness
feed the soul
dwelling with/in
sex and drugs and rock and roll


  1. I am grateful for Mr. C.'s comments on an earlier post which were the motivation for this effort.

  2. Wow, sure glad I decided to stop by. Actually, it was the sex that caught my eye. Of course, these days, that's about all it catches. Glad to see you're back on your feet Harlequin.

  3. Mr. C. -- I laughed out loud at the " ... that's about all it catches...". I have to say, after radiation, chemo and the nasty aftermath of both, I enjoy a good sleep as much or more than a good romp. Maybe that's age!! Or maybe my pleasure spectrum has expanded.
    thanks for the visit and the comment. :)

  4. A totally relatable post! And I love your comment about your pleasure spectrum expanding -- that's my take! And sometimes there is nothing more pleasurable than just BE-ing....

  5. Intelliwench.... I agree with the BE-ing. That is not something I take for granted ....
    glad you dropped by.