“Speaking” Womanese …
my visual shorthand.
“The power of the red shoes lies in their ability to reveal some fundamental truth about the wearer—and deliver a penalty, or prize (as in The Wizard of Oz), accordingly.”
–Rachelle Bergstein’s Women From the Ankle Down—a social history of women and shoes—
This realm …
makes me &
you &
you …
brave & courageous
&
graciously …
DIVINE.
As we
define ‘it’
shadow ‘it’
witness ‘it’
&
EXIST …
in ‘its’
deep folds
&
jagged textures
&
ragged nuance
&
ersatz justice
WARRIORS …
we-are!
Wherefore …
our ancestral strength …
the buoy of …
ancestral spirits
BUT …
to
BREATHE
&
SURVIVE
&
THRIVE
every … fucking … moment
in
HELL.©
-adrienne zurub
Akai Gurley …
Say … His … Name.
Say.His.Fucking.Name.
Notes From The Mothership
LETTERS
Friday, August 29, 2014
I think of you often. More than I care to admit.
It is the end of August … and I wonder about you. What you are thinking, there in your workshop. What your hands are creating?
I wonder if you think of me and then I know … of course! I planted seeds within you that are sure to grow … with time … and patience.
There is so much to this life we live. So much … unspoken. So much … unseen.
I think that IF I could only see you in person … then … I would know … I would
know …
But, this … right here is the best thing of all. For now. Going by … intuition.
Knowing that your intelligence is worth more than … more than … more than a
physical temporary pleasure. Of course, that counts for me as well (but less so - smile).
Neeeeely, what have your eyes captured of nature. The flowers and colors
you shared so generously with me.
What … have you seen?
Does...
Transparent Gods
we are …
living amongst
the … dead.
Our
divinity unmasked.
The brightness …
of our DARKNESS
illuminates …
this …
world …
period©
“Martha: I disgust me. You know, there’s only been one man in my whole life who’s ever made me happy. Do you know that?
[pause]
Martha: George, my husband… George, who is out somewhere there in the dark, who is good to me - whom I revile, who can keep learning the games we play as quickly as I can change them. Who can make me happy and I do not wish to be happy. Yes, I do wish to be happy. George and Martha: Sad, sad, sad. Whom I will not forgive for having come to rest; for having seen me and having said: yes, this will do.”
–The character ‘Martha’ in ‘Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Words …
those little black bitches.
~Julio Cortazar
words i like …
FUCK
YOU
words i like …
FUCK
YOU
words i like …
FUCK
ME
YOU
words i like …
FUCK
ME
YOU
words i like …
PLEASE
FUCK
ME
YOU
words … be like …©
I am …
a cockroach
resilient
clever
enduring
hated
surviving …
a survivor
timeless
I am
every blade of grass
every leaf
every grain of sand
every flower
water
the …
universe …
disseminated©
THE MEXICAN
(Latino/Hispanic men like me …
just saying)
Wait-for-it …
Sitting at the shuttle stop
His fly is open
that does not offend me …
i-am-curious
nothing emerges out of the darkness
Damn
His face … is that smooth Mayan brown, resting on elevated cheekbones,
black hair prominent,
the grey - reticent …
face - possessed … the “5 o'clock”
a cap placed backwards
not for cool
but …
necessity …
to see what’s … ahead
He beckons me towards him …
with long thickened fingers
i come … closer
He only speaks Spanish
i - English
Our cadenced movements … translate
He wants … a connection
a validation of …
his now ‘transient’ human-ness
he-is-not-INVISIBLE
i … c … u
He reaches slowly …
for me
eyes … pleading …
and …
with bequeathed softness …
a hopeful hand
weathered fingers …
He touches my face …
(he ‘knows’ it is okay)
in the purest admiration
His finger regards …
my...