Subtle hints that paint a picture of a sub conscience deeply beleaguered, buggered, and sometimes, bogus. Aestheticism will save us all. Symbolism intertwine with sacred mysticism. Modern Idols regurgitated, tinkered with. A lonely poem that no one will read. A failed author. Two faced lover. Macho facade, all soft inside. Visions of feathers, flowers, fragrance, and follies seep into the stratosphere.
Shantala Shivalinga, Kuchipudi dancer
The Indian dance Kuchi-Pudi teaches that conflicts can be avoided with notions of mutual support & understanding. http://youtu.be/IlGHaayTbn0
"Had I not reify what my instinct held was true, It would not merge into what I already knew."
"I remember awakening one morning
and finding everything smeared with the color of
— Charles Bukowski, “Memory” in What Matters Most Is How Well You Walk Through the Fire"
"Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem."
[…] the notion of “presence” is more complicated than what we have been assuming. What is visible is, of course, present. Thus, the words on the page are evidently an important part of the presence of the text. But graphematic substance is not all there is to the presence of a text. The text, if you will, does not coincide with its graphic surface. Specifically, something can be present as text―and indeed be a fully-fledged, constitutive, part of the text―even though not graphically visible. By way of analogy, consider Véronique at the café. When we were dating, we used to go to L’Ecritoire often. This was a long time ago. Yet, when I find myself in that café, I can still see her there, sitting at our favorite table. I am not talking of the kind of presence that readily comes to mind when we mention presence, that is, I am not referring to physical presence. But I am certainly not adverting to absence either. Although invisibly so, Véronique is present in the room. She haunts the café. Texts, too, are haunted. In the same manner as the café is not the (physical) room, as it is not in effect confined to that room (it includes Véronique, who is not physically at the café), “the text is not the book”―it is not limited to the book: it “comprises and does not therefore exclude the world,” it embraces “the other.”
- Pierre Legrand on Jacques Derrida “Sitting Foreign Law: How Derrida can help” (pp. 606)"