So Don Quixote and Confucius walk into a bar...
I hear crickets chirping through my toes though that's usually just a misapprehension of the sound waves / water drops sliding through my hair / fire upon fire / star signs and questions of the nature of ridculousnes / I arrived in Tianjin at the age of 11 / noise / shapes, distortion / I see leaves dancing when I look up / the moon smiles down on me sometimes / one day there will be sign outside of my house saying warning: invisible zebras with spatulas on premises / one day will be nomad / is there spirituality or merely energy / fly, fly, fly out and / i drop into the ocean, just a drop in the ocean / spin around and around and one day I'll become a chipmunk / hop to and fro / I love all who I find / lights reflecting through the window only to be swallowed by the sky / the world is two-dimensional.
Conversation with a call centre operator
| "So, your name is Amy Williamson, you live at 9 S Terrace in Taringa 4068, your phone number is 04-------- and your favourite fruit is strawberries." |
| "Yes." |
If I stay, there can be no party. I must be out there in the night, staying vigilant. Wherever a party needs to be saved, I’m there. Wherever there are masks, where there is tomfoolery and joy, I’m there.
But sometimes I’m not because I’m out in the night staying vigilant… watching, lurking, running, jumping, hurdling, sleeping.
No, I can’t sleep, you sleep. I’m awake
I don’t sleep, I don’t blink.
Am I a bird? no.
I’m a bat.
I am Batman, or am I?
Yes, I am Batman.
"Correspondence to Reverand Dr Reichnitz at Thursday Island Vicarage, 1954.
As I type away I try to concentrate
(pound-pound goes the feet in front trying to complete a monumental feat)
and distracted by - song ends, new beginnings, a possible dimming? Afternoon’s coming.
My mind can’t stay on one track so I get on another train. Of thought,
well I thought that was already accounted for in the tax balance
(rent, food, sex, sleep, too many necessities of life to contend with).
Step on, step off.
I find it lovely when certain expectations move/transcend into calm passiveness. It always feels as though whatever doubts one can have about the way of things, the ability to be able to overcome them prevails. And there can be no greater hope than that - that no matter what, we will be able to move and continue on.
This, funnily enough, brings up the nomadic disposition, and whether or not this wanderlust in our souls is actually a central and crucial part of our natural disposition (natural meaning human nature of a sort). This constant nature’s push towards cycles, development, movement.
And how, in a way, we become like the moon?
Power to the People by Melanie Cervantes
This is one of four prints that feature portraits of powerful women, elders and youth. I wanted to create simple, timeless graphics that have broad messages of empowerment.
(via wuling09)
