Saturday, July 30, 2011

War is NOT the Answer

your life is a flash

life is past you and moving before you even know what is important

there is no worth anymore
in the banalities of mediocrity

who said what
who did what

my trust in humanity is diminished
my heart and soul feel division and emptiness

the world is harsh
wars are not the answer

our young men enter this illusion
of a job worth doing
we have not educated our young to see;
we have failed our children.

RtM 2011

I've been reading this book:

and I need to express my own war...

part of the "black and white and red all over" series...

I googled "banality and mediocrity" and got this:


Play from your FUCKING heart!!

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I Kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Clouds are drifting across the moon
Cats are prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl from the streets at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

( Solo vers ) ( C )

I Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
I Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I'm gonna make me a big sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
I'll chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
I kissed my girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Dirty old town

Monday, July 18, 2011

more shall be revealed...

And so she woke up
Woke up from where she was
Lying still
Said I gotta do something
About where we're going

Step on a steam train
Step out of the driving rain, maybe
Run from the darkness in the night
Singing ha, ah la la la de day
Ah la la la de day
Ah la la de day

Sweet the sin
Bitter taste in my mouth
I see seven towers
But I only see one way out

You got to cry without weeping
Talk without speaking
Scream without raising your voice

You know I took the poison
From the poison stream
Then I floated out of here
Singing...ha la la la de day
Ha la la la de day
Ha la la de day

She runs through the streets
With her eyes painted red
Under black belly of cloud in the rain
In through a doorway she brings me
White gold and pearls stolen from the sea
She is raging
She is raging
And the storm blows up in her eyes
She will...

Suffer the needle chill
She's running to stand...


One Tree Hill

We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill
As the day begs the night for mercy love
The sun so bright it leaves no shadows
Only scars carved into stone
On the face of earth
The moon is up and over One Tree Hill
We see the sun go down in your eyes

You run like river, on like a sea
You run like a river runs to the sea

And in the world a heart of darkness
A fire zone
Where poets speak their heart
Then bleed for it
Jara sang, his song a weapon
In the hands of love
You know his blood still cries
From the ground

It runs like a river runs to the sea
It runs like a river to the sea

I don't believe in painted roses

Or bleeding hearts
While bullets rape the night of the merciful
I'll see you again
When the stars fall from the sky
And the moon has turned red
Over One Tree Hill

We run like a river
Run to the sea
We run like a river to the sea
And when it's raining
Raining hard
That's when the rain will
Break my heart

Raining...raining in the heart
Raining in your heart
Raining...raining to your heart
Raining, raining...raining
Raining to your heart
Raining...raining in your heart
Raining in your heart..
To the sea

Oh great ocean
Oh great sea
Run to the ocean
Run to the sea

Midnight, our sons and daughters
Were cut down and taken from us
Hear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats
In the wind we hear their laughters
In the rain we see their tears
Hear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats
Night hangs like a prisoner
Stretched over black and blue
Hear their heartbeats
We hear their heartbeats

In the trees our sons stand naked
Through the walls our daughters cry
See their tears in the rainfall

From the jacket of the cd, The Joshua Tree, U2, '"Running to Stand Still" is inspired by an epidemic of heroin use in Dublin. The story in the song is of a couple who decide to risk everything on a big drug deal. They pretty much know going in that they don't have a chance of coming out. . . .What makes these songs stand up twenty years later is that you don't need to know any of that history. "Running to Stand Still" is for anyone who feels trapped in an impossible circumstance by overwhelming responsibility'. With today's wars and tragedy the other lyrics are poignant to me.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

R.I.P. Cy Twombly


I remember when Rauschenberg passed, and I felt so sad because of how I revered his work, and because I never met him, though my letter to him when I'd finished college was written to ask about mentorship. I was a dreamer then, and I still am.

Now Cy Twombly another great abstract painter has passed.. moved by his work, again in reverence, I sigh...

Passing is natural, I know.. and as I grow older, I appreciate the history more.

R.I.P. Cy Twombly..

Twombly Remembered

Information on Cy Twombly

Saturday, July 2, 2011

John Lennon

the beatles were my solace as a little girl.. their music was always there, always something i could count on.. i still find them comforting...


i take note of today
and it makes me reflect on the past week
the past months
and back beyond...

now it is 13 years when i made a life change
leaving, finishing school, fighting the battle, finding the day job, and now finding a fight for labor..

another life change is brewing.
never thought about age 53 in the way i'm experiencing it.

never thought about it at all really.

now the center of the wheel is loose and wobbly, and feels very fragile, but as i learned from my mother, stand tall and straight.

creative energy is almost non-existent these days but i am holding on with a tightened grip, maybe it's too tight..

i sit and listen to music and feel frozen a lot.

music still moves me, art does too.. but i'm feeling so balled up inside i can hardly move when i'm not having to show up at the designated commitment.

the "reasoned, rational" part of me knows it will pass, and i will find my way, the "emotional" part of me is scared to death and sees no movement to change what is... at least it's not fast enough.. and truthfully, it all depends on me.. to make the moves.

i write into the abyss.. to the ether of the vacant endless spiral of social networking.. yes, i do have people that care about me.. but truthfully again, i'm alone.

i take a long weekend to just be. not be anywhere or talk to anyone in particular, and hope by the time i have to show up again somewhere i will have the energy.  i will call upon the sea at some point.

my soul is full of art and voice, music and poems.. i just can't sort it out right now..

two people told me not to "let them burn you out"... well... i am an emotional being, and business/politics is certainly a drain. I've been asked several times if i want to step out.. i'm stubborn i guess.. life is what it is, and for some reason, i'm here, doing this task, at this moment to learn something about me and my journey.

ok, that said, i still feel inspired and have many projects ahead, it's just hard to sort out my priorities, and it's hard to stay task focused. writing helps me to center.

the only thing keeping me at the day job anymore is the children, and the principled fight for labor rights. Libraries should not be run as a corporation.

taking the truth sharing path is a lonesome walk.

"... i know further down the line, everything is gonna be alright..."