conjure images

before they had kids, if asked to conjure images of parenthood they would have said things like

“reading in bed,”

and

“giving a bath,”

and

“running while holding the seat of a bicycle.”

// parenthood contains such moments of warmth and intimacy, but isn’t them.

it’s cleaning up. the great bulk of family life involves no exchange of love, and no meaning, only fulfillment.

not the fulfillment of feeling fulfilled,

but of fulfilling that which now falls to you.

:: jonathan safran foer

from
here i am

blue elephants

when you’re a kid, you color with reckless abandon.

 // you color outside the lines.

// you color however you feel.

blue elephants,
purple trees,
red bears,
green oceans —

it’s all good.

as you get older, though, everyone tells you to stay inside the lines,

to color everything just like you see it.

you end up painting by numbers¹²³ —

whether you actually paint — or — whether you write — or — sing — or —
dance — or — act  — or — direct.

// i think you should create what you feel //

// create outside the lines //

i want to watch green oceans and red bears.
i’d love to listen to purple trees.
and i long to read blue elephants.

let us all unite

i’m sorry, but i don’t want to be an emperor.
that’s not my business.
i don’t want to rule
or conquer
anyone.

i should like to help everyone–
if possible

jew,
gentile,
black man,
white.

we all want to help one another.

human beings are like that.

we want to live by each other’s happiness
not by each other’s misery.
we don’t want to hate and despise one another.

in this world there is room for everyone.
and the good earth is rich
and can provide for everyone.

the way of life can be free and beautiful,
but we have lost the way.

greed has poisoned men’s souls,
has barricaded the world with hate,
has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.

we have developed speed,
but we have shut ourselves in.
machinery that gives abundance has left us in want.

our knowledge
has made us cynical.
our cleverness,
hard and unkind.

we think too much
and
feel too little.

more than machinery

we need humanity.

more than cleverness

we need kindness
and
gentleness.
let us all unite

compassion asks

compassion asks us to look into our own hearts,

discover what gives us pain,

» and then refuse «

under any circumstance whatsoever,

to inflict that pain on anybody else.

:: karen armstrong 

slow pressing

[[song lyrics to no song]]

slow, slow pressing on the mouth
kiss me on the legs
pour into me
hold me, don’t let go
light me up
i’m yours
shake your troubles out
tear your worries out
pour into me

slow, slow pressing on the mouth
kiss me on my palms
hold you in my palms
pour into me

i’m poured into you
shaken and stirred
for you

where do i begin
how did this begin
ain’t there nothing more
where did we go wrong
how did we go wrong
poured for far too long
empty vases of ourselves
ghosts of someone else
memories left on shelves

now you

shake yourself out
moonlight by your side
so you pour yourself to sleep
are you gone
are you done
with me

sun glistens on the bed
whiskey on your breath slow pressing