She Who Is

 
*to be read aloud with others
MARY OF NAZARETH
I am mystery,
rebel,
mother,
refugee,
a voice crying out compassion
in the face of cruelty,
human misery.
I am Mary of Nazareth,
I sing my reckless trust,
my ache,
confusion.
Mine are the dirges any mother sings
whose child is cut
down too young.
I sing
of dashed dreams
that turned to diamonds.
I was young and hopeful,
the future danced in my eyes!
I always [...]

Love Lockdown

Kanye, my dear, you are too good sometimes…you play with my emotions and my dance moves like a cat plays with a human with yarn. Never have I ever danced to music with such conviction until hearing your stuff. Pop and snap like it’s the gospel, that’s what Kanye evokes from me through his music. [...]

Tinsel Me Tender

Ode to my golden-clad alter-ego…my mother actually wore this “tinsel wonder suit” to an Amway function back in the 90’s. ! I know. We were in Amway and we were Diamonds, one of the lovely levels on the covert pyramid…this needs to be talked about, in therapy or something. For now here is me in [...]

yðar einlægur

Björk Björk Björk Björk Björk Björk Björk Björk Björk
this lass is one of my favorite things
When I dream of being totally uninhibited in my oddities, she’s my muse for such thoughts
if you haven’t ever seen Dancer in the Dark, please indulge yourself in this film…you [...]

Thesis, is, is, is

To esteem my paper (it’s really in need of a face-lift), I post my thesis:

The Western Evangelical Church, with respect to most denominations, has been a dismissive insecure base for female sexuality, causing those within the ecclesial community to embody avoidant behaviors. Consequently, this incurs dissociation by: 1) becoming morally constricted out of fear of [...]

The Questionable Amniotic Gaze Continued

Whetting (in a non-lusty sense ) your eyes for a future post on ‘the gaze’ with Manet’s controversial Olympia, 
 

The Questionable Amniotic Gaze: Parte A

Public arenas often often often hold my gaping eyes as I locate a person, couple, or group who bear either a semblance of exhibitionism or quiet conundrums or odd beauty as they interact with each other or their self. My eye exploration is usually interrupted by the person who has accompanied me and many times [...]

Za Heel of Marz

It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, would you be mine?
Do You Love Your Neighbor?

Do You Love Evangelism in Seattle?
Do You Love Dan Allender?
Click and contemplate your own synapses…

The Streets Have No Name

My friend Eric Dunker took this photo during the Obama Rally. This is a major Chicago street intersection (I think Michigan Ave & Jackson) completely unknown because of the thousands upon thousands of faces. Kind of astounding.

 
postscript: one of my favorite series of sculptures in Chicago is in this photo…upper left hand corner. beauty.

Protect Me From What I Want

In light of today.
In light of history.
In light of humanity and the ‘morrow
Jenny Holzer’s words…