Archive | July, 2011

The Opposite of Coincidence

21 Jul

The universal flowering and simultaneity of the world primes my perception to understand omens in timing of appearances. BeMused is the space I use to record, understand and archive the omen stone I pick up on my personal legend.

Once again, the word capricious appears. Dostoevsky writes in Notes From Underground that it is ones own caprice that is of the utmost importance to man–a mean of feeling and preserving ones personality, and cites this preservation as the reason why humans go sticking pins in others, or, in themselves, despite their best interests.

Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist weaves in a juxtaposition between the caprice of the Sahara desert and the intentionality and decisions made by those who are crossing.

I looked up the etymology of caprice. I found it noteworthy on a few levels, but personally was surprised to see it lead back to hedgehog. My first pet was a hedgehog. Perhaps it was supposed to be, perhaps not. Urim and Thummim.

capriccio |kəˈprē ch ēˌō; – ch ō|noun ( pl. -os)

a lively piece of music, typically one that is short and free in form.

• a painting or other work of art representing a fantasy or a mixture of real and imaginary features.

ORIGIN early 17th cent. (denoting a sudden change of mind): from Italian, literally ‘head with the hair standing on end,’hence ‘horror,’ later ‘a sudden start’ (influenced by capra ‘goat,’ associated with frisky movement), from capo ‘head’ + riccio‘hedgehog.’

haiku free write

21 Jul

What a timeless joy!

Womanhood caconed within-

who gives birth to life?

oil on water free write

21 Jul

The common nuance sits like oil on water in memory: the faintly remarkable and the duly noted, these murky puddles of difference between the day-to-day mark individual days as different when, in fact, the body of fluid similarities is the sameness upon which all days float in life’s continuity.

Slaughterhouse-Five

1 Jul

Kurt Vonnegut, I admire how you spill words as sour or acidic as they may sound, and at times as self-deprecating as lime-proof rust growing like moss in underwater echoing sewage canals. The banal and the glorious and the beautiful, you tell it as it is and for that I greatly admire your vulnerability, courage and humanity.

I wanted to jot down some passages that resonated with me thus far.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

Make them stop…don’t let them move anymore at all…there make them freeze…once and for all… So that they won’t disappear anymore!

 

 

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