Archive for February 2012
serpent arms

She is in my arms most of the time.
So we dance.
We dance to Bach – Blute Nur, du Liebes Herz.
…and then she smiles.
“Bleed on, dear heart.
Ah, a child that thou raised,
That sucked at thy breast,
Threatens to murder its guardian,
For it has become a serpent”
Image: Victorian Turquoise Snake Bracelet
France, late 19th century
her swan

“There is no other organ quite like the uterus. If men had such an organ they would brag about it. So should we.”
― Ina May Gaskin
Image: Joseph Beuys, ‘Schwangere und Schwan (Pregnant Woman with Swan)’ 1959
the imperious wind
whoever will wear

- American Journalist: If you were to give advice to a woman, what would it be?
- Edith Piaf: Love
- American Journalist: To a young girl?
- Edith Piaf: Love
- American Journalist: To a child?
- Edith Piaf: Love.
- American Journalist: Who are you knitting for?
- Edith Piaf: Whoever will wear my sweater.
love, love this image! (edith piaf, 1949)
interview via here
and a song: chante moi
i see thee better in the dark
I see thee better in the dark,
I do not need a light.
The love of thee a prism be
Excelling violet.
poem: emily dickinson
Part Five: The Single Hound, LXXIX
two kinds of women

image: here


