riptide dream

panic swell drag
roiling memories
buried under deep sea
now a swirling riptide
as I swim towards shore
grateful to not drown
as I am pulled closer
towards morning light

photography of body of water

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a few film directors who influence me…

…..and some thoughts from their philosophical approaches to their art–not the only ones btw, just ones who stand out career-wise:

David Cronenberg:

Everybody’s a mad scientist, and life is their lab. We’re all trying to experiment to find a way to live, to solve problems, to fend off madness and chaos.
Censors tend to do what only psychotics do: they confuse reality with illusion.
I see technology as being an extension of the human body.
Sex is a doorway to something so powerful and mystical, but movies usually depict it in a completely flat way.
My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.
You’re right on the money with that. We’re all like detectives in life. There’s something at the end of the trail that we’re all looking for.
I really, sincerely believe that one should trust the work, and not the author.
I have often thought it was very arrogant to suppose you could make a film for anybody but yourself.
I am certain that there are two things in life which are dependable, the delights of the flesh and the delights of literature.
Last but not least, Catherine Breillat (name drop moment: I met Catherine Breillat in the early 2000s at European Graduate School in Saas-Fee, Switerland–she taught a class on her film work to a class that included a small but very angry set of young, privileged white American men who spent their time trolling her instead of gaining insight on how she produced her work):
…the basic theme is the dichotomy of womanhood. the woman cut in two. every society creates laws to exercise power over women and exclude certain parts of the woman…
If I haven’t found out who I am until the end of my life…because I am afraid/ashamed of it, then I would have just pretended to live. Intimacy really means to find something out about yourself that is deep inside.
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.

close up photo of camera lens

trade off

how much

of ourselves

are we willing

to give up

to suppress

to silence

to ignore

for respectability

depending on

what the self is?

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…reposting old podcast favs for my fans searching my archives…

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Cherie Ann Turpin

aubade #30days

anodic aurora approaching
celestial waves rising
dancing with the sun

2016-06-25 20.12.02

crux #30days

eight years
in a bubble
flying high
above treetops
above crowds
floating among
you
all
spinning
yarn balls
of sound and sight
memory string
emotion
no anchor
no certainty
no touch
alone

blue bubble calamity clean

Ripening #30days

Colorful midnight
spasmodic soundbite
distilled sunning
rose water singing
bright light running
still emerging

shallow focus photography of pink rose