(photo credit:Adrienne Zurub)

You
are
the
beginning
of
my
beginning …
I see you.
I am you.©

(photo credit: Howard Schatz)

“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 …

SayHisName

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 …©