"We sat down to feast at the table of our youth- there you were the first and the last to ever be the first to truly love me for who I am. Make me understand and I'll understand."
Saint Mahadeviyaka says, "When two lovers embrace, they always feel bones crunching."
The pelican girl draws blood from her body to keep her baby alive.
That kind of love is unsustainable. Flesh-eating fanged butterflies in his head. I had no net. Nothing to catch them with and nothing to fall into. Exhausted from fighting mythical birds in a shared nightmare, I collect the feathers and run.
We create ourselves. Heartbreaking, keep the hands busy. Busy the hands as your grandmothers did to keep their minds ahead of time, the way it hurts.
My dolly is born. A prayer for power in her head: We invent the ghosts.
She guards my dreams.
She is fierce. She doesn't like people who hurt me.
Like a good mother, I train her, tell her fairy tales. There are wonderful rainbows and mountains. There are dead children in ovens.
He said to me, "You present mostly pain and anger to the world." I said, "I am your mirror." The dolly said, "Who Isn't?
May my arguments with my Orishas end. Come, sweet uncomplicated Love.
10 comments:
bless you, sister. blessed be.
Ooh! I am a sick child in love(sick). It hurts but the pain reminds me that I am alive. That's beautiful. Good meditation for the equinox. Thank you for posting that..
Kate
That is an amazing gift, Davka. Thank you for sharing; I can't imagine that anyone who sees this will walk away unchanged, even in the smallest of ways.
Well put Honey. Davka be the artist you beautiful women. I love your dolly and the idea that birthed her.
we are all children in the eyes of that sick-love--the song of the age. I agree with Honey, to read/experience/wade in this piece is to change. I'm trying to explain your work to a friend, and "writer" and "artist" fall short in my mind--your work is a song itself, a force. Thank you for sharing.
beautiful
i want you in my life...
Honey is right. Loverly post. I was especially smitten with the image of you directly below the two skeletons in the bowl with the crucifix - the aerial view of you in the black dress. Someone's got an eye for beauty.
your labyrinth is a wild and fertile one. Goodness Gracious, you are astonishing.
Very haunting and profound. You are really good at this kind of thing. I agree with the other commentor that it would be hard not to be changed after reading/viewing this.
By the way you should really put all these together into a real book and get it published. You are doing stuff that is pretty groundbreaking.
I think one quality of your work is that it really subtly, almost unnoticably, creeps into very subtle reaches of the unconscious and emotional world, and helps one to reconnect with something very primal. I don't find that is always gives so many answers as it does raise questions, or even just visions. Which is probably more important anyway.
I came back to this entry because I remembered it.
sexy poem/imagery
romantic, mysterious, evocative and haunting.
really coming of age.
I liked the bone bed and the last one the best.
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