drawing. painting. those moments that exist outside of time. loyalty and integrity. grace of spirit. trees, trees, trees. some people sometimes. green things that grow, old stinky books, fur people that meow mostly, some that bark. land. old cities. ghosts. most things winged except for planes and such. don't mind an incubus occasionally. road trips. the ocean. old mythologies. mutants. photography, painting. illustration. people with big souls. the universe. telepathy. colours. clouds. the sky at night. trees at night. the secret lives of animals. evolution. jacarandas in 'bloom'. ferns. water. but no snow please. dirt roads in the middle of nowhere. odd nerdrum, lalique, josef sudek, sally mann, michael kenna. robert parke-harrison. vali myers, arthur rackham. edmund dulac. poetry of kathleen raine. drawings of the old masters. coffee. dreaming. mouse bones. pomegranates. wood smoke. warm beeswax.
the one that will walk with me always, those that are steady of heart and true, someone with the soul of a mountain, fireheart/cool fingered/soft brow/blazing eye, an enlightened human, my own child (not here yet), everyone only wearing their own souls, all the invisible entities of the earth and air. one of those strange little creatures that live in the forest in the film 'princess mononoke'. a water nymph. someone with an extra finger or two. a plant-based humanoid. but, sometimes, i would really like to meet no one.
lots o' stuff. the wind blowing through summer grass. shared breath. cocteau twins. moon and the melodies. the sputter of a candle wick. ten different languages spoken at once on a train. a full bathtub, pop of bubble. smells that are like music. goldfrapp. iron and wine. calexico. tunng. my cats purring. santogold, lhasa, woven hand, beirut, bat for lashes, moloko, duran duran. ray laMontagne, syd matters, lou barlow. my brightest diamond, feist.marissa nadler, neko case, m ward. jessie mae hemphill, jen cloher. bjork. etta james. old blues. jenny lewis, palodine, sigur ros, the audreys, emiliana torrini, hope sandoval and mazzy star, amiina, tunng, mum, cocteau twins, dcd and lisa gerrard, colleen. nancy sinatra, brigitte bardot, santogold, mia. cocorosie, metallic falcons. the cure, love and rockets, siouxsie and the banshees. the black angels, cowboy junkies. jolie holland, ane brun, laura veirs, melanie safka, francoiz breut, the smiths, morrissey, beck, damien rice..
hmm.. can never remember them when i need to, perhaps because i so rarely watch them.. but i am super fond of the princess and the warrior.
life is better without it.
jeanette winterson. history of love by nicole krauss. 2012 by pinchbeck. ghostwritten by david mitchell. louise erdrich. all those pippi longstocking books, the red tree by shaun tan, cloud atlas, jane eyre, madeleine's ghost. lavondyss, the hollowing and mythago wood. anne rice's earlier vampire novels. the bone people, hands of light,the girl with the silver eyes, rilke, joseph campbell, frances hodges burnett, confederacy of dunces, jitterbug perfume.. old dictionaries and atlases, you know, that sort of stuff.
this is what happens when i carry too many books at work..
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workin' too hard for da man.
people that attempt to exist on this plane fully conscious, fully present. and integrate and radiate love. sounds mushy, but it's true, true, true.all of the amazing and strange people that have shared themselves with me in this life. varki, calliope, roirdie, mischka, and romey too. those dedicated to making beautiful things. my friend pavel, who has inspired me more than he knows. those that kick me back onto the Path - sometimes with kisses, sometimes with words, sometimes by example. i thank you.