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About Me

Humanity has advanced, when it has advanced, not because it has been sober, responsible, and cautious, but because it has been playful, rebellious, and immature. -Tom Robbins-"I beg you ...to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart...and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer..."-Rainer Maria Rilke-

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My Interests

I cannot tell why some things hold for me - A sense of unplumbed marvels to befall - Or of a rift in the horizon's all - Opening to worlds where only gods can be - There is a breathless, vague expectancy, - As of vast ancient pomps I half recall, - Or wild adventures, uncorporeal, - Ecstasy-fraught, and as a day-dream free. -- It is in sunsets and strange city spires, - Old villages and woods and misty downs,- South winds, the sea, low hills, and lighted towns, - Old gardens, half-heard songs, and the moon's fires. - But though its lure alone makes life worth living, - None gains or guesses what it hints at giving. - - H.P. LovecraftMy whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me, for it is infinite. The ripple of water, the shade of the sky are mine; it is still the same, my life.No desire opens me: I am full, I never close myself with refusal- in the rhythm of my daily soul I do not desire-I am moved;by being moved I exert my empire, making the dreams of night real: into my body at the bottom of the water I attract the beyonds of mirrors ...-- Rainer Maria Rilke

I'd like to meet:

Charismatic spirits -------------------------------------- Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. - Anais Nin

Books:

"Writers aren't exactly people. They're a whole lot of people, trying to be one person." -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Heroes:

My sister, Colleenie Weenie

My Blog

Persuaded by Asians

Here I am, world. My hair wet, my eyes gleaming, and my nose running. I smile in spite of the cold that tries to settle in my bones. It's evening and the dog...
Posted by Darcella on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 04:55:00 PST

I Smile

not naive anymore, just so blissfully aware of all the possibility that bubbles around each day that i can't help but smile to myself and hum little songs while the sun is shi...
Posted by Darcella on Mon, 07 May 2007 06:56:00 PST

I'm no fucking buddhist, but this IS enlightenment

In approximately 12 hours I will be on my merry way, East, towards the ever-screaming, ever-dreaming big apple, where an Icelandic pixie awaits in her ethereal shroud of alien harmonies, clicking her ...
Posted by Darcella on Wed, 02 May 2007 04:44:00 PST

Starkissed

one sultry summer nightwhile i rolled around my bedtwirling my hair between anxious fingerstoo antsy yet to fall asleep,i flung my eyes out towards the moonand quickly like saucers did they fill with ...
Posted by Darcella on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 07:17:00 PST

Morning Interlude

Early a.m. stretches under covers, cat purring at my feet, my eyes still closed but awake, soaking in the hushed sounds of winter mornings.I breathe in the newness of day and smile to myself. Pleasan...
Posted by Darcella on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 09:57:00 PST

Horn-honking lazy fucks

People who pull into driveways/side of streets and honk their horn incessantly to get the attention of whoever may be inside supposedly waiting-- should be taken into a dark alley and beaten. If you f...
Posted by Darcella on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 02:18:00 PST

Numb Fingers

this frigid consternation is getting me nowhereand my fingers are drying up.shall i return them to the warmth beneath the blanketor rip my nails off, one by oneand paint the walls with fervor?my hands...
Posted by Darcella on Wed, 10 Jan 2007 06:40:00 PST

Brush Your Shoulders Off

I forgot who I was for a moment. I forgot what I had to offer this world. I lost sight of all the other mysterious paths I could be taking along my very own tour de life. Shame, shame, Darcie. Hold f...
Posted by Darcella on Sat, 23 Dec 2006 09:56:00 PST

The end is oddly enough, the beginning

No more classes, no more exams, no more papers. Ever.This is an odd feeling, something I haven't felt in over 6 years. I think this may be elation, a little ecstasy, perhaps the fire in my veins is th...
Posted by Darcella on Thu, 14 Dec 2006 05:27:00 PST

Masterfade

there's a heartbeat in the room but it's not from either chest,just an echo from wall to wallof what we used to knowof what we thought was love,but it's hollow and coldand resounds against crippled ea...
Posted by Darcella on Tue, 28 Nov 2006 08:36:00 PST