Reliance on the shoulder blades of my pillow…
We keep the blinds closed all the time, now
(our love has become something to keep indoors)–
we used to not care
peeling each others’ outsides off in the light, by the mirror,
uncovered for neighbors to watch behind their computer screens
Our skin begged for an audience then,
sharing the heat from the napes of our necks with the cold pavement
We sigh under the cracks of closed doors,
quietly whispering in crannies
conspiring with the dark and dust,
hibernating affections enclosed in the shells of each other.
Home life, softly taken,
the ivy creeping up the sides of our bedroom as we lay and watch each other
frost coating the places we used to kiss
Not a heartlessness, but
the suffocating of ourselves with the knowledge that this happiness can only last until the shedding of our skin.
So we close the curtains,
and choose comforts that won’t exhaust the fuel of our gasping breath.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
“I’ve played a lot of tricks on myself,” she says. “I’ve made it hard for me sometimes, especially in my teens and twenties. I had an attraction to drama. Most of us have that, especially if you are an artist—you feel like you are tempted to explore the darkness. I could not be less interested now. For me, the most attractive, charming, cool, fun, interesting thing—how could I call it? A plan.” ~Penelope Cruz, Esquire
How do we create
with a forecast of attainable satisfaction?
bring with them an unfortunate
I hope I never become boring and old
in the patterns of thought
my activities produce.
When a violinist plays, which is incidental: the arm
movement or the bow sound?
Try arm movement only.
If my music seems to require physical silence, that is
because it requires concentration to yourself– and
this requires inner silence which may lead to outer
silence as well.
I think of my music more as a practice (gyo) than
The only sound that exists to me is the sound of the
mind. My works are only to induce music of the mind
It is not possible to control a mind-time with a
stopwatch or a metronome. In the mind-world, things
spread out and go beyond time.
There is a wind that never dies.
~Yoko Ono. 1966.
“In the beginning, God created the earth, and he looked upon it in his cosmic loneliness.
And God said, “Let Us make living creatures out of mud, so the mud can see what We have done.” And God created every living creature that now moveth, and one was man. Mud as man alone could speak. God leaned close to mud as man sat, looked around, and spoke. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.
“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.
“Certainly,” said man.
“Then I leave it to you to think of one for all this,” said God.
And He went away.”