“since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not to be afraid”
~ e.e. cummings
image : Nadezhda Tolokonnikova
because tina turner in a leather mini and jean jacket rekindles the days of living on 13th street and walking down the train tracks with the best friend and his feral dog.
big hair forever
and this is on the list.
(Danish graphic artist Anne Strandfelt’s “I Love Yoko” T-shirt)
I ran into an old friend this morning. Nearly ten years had passed since we last met in the poetry section of the changing hands bookstore. At the time, she was a mother, poet, and musician in hiding; and I was a student at the university studying poetry. My inexperienced hands were no match to the living she had done and the stories she shared. I was a novice mesmerized by her large wings and long pauses, emulating her style — the disheveled clothes, the hair that covered her eyes and those tired old walking boots. During this time, she introduced me to many of her colorful friends, and occasionally we met to recite passages by Baudelaire.
(entire poem here)
For nearly a year, she influenced my pen to the dismay of my professors who had discredited her as a poet.
They assigned poems by traditional women poets, their scathing criticism abolished the idea that a musician can be a poet, and a class on John Milton’s Paradise Lost sent me back to the text books and away from her writings.
My dear old friend,
It’s a pleasure to see your black wings again. What a curious world we live in to be separated all this time only to find our trails reunited at this river, feeling and living according to similar sentiments.
At times it feels quite barren here.
It’s nice seeing you in this place.
(if you live in LA, go here this thursday. it’s free.)
and tell the believing women to lower their gaze and be modest, and to display of their adornment only that which is apparent, and to draw their veils over their bosoms, and not to reveal their adornment save to their own husbands or fathers or husbands’ fathers, or their sons or their husbands’ sons, or their brothers or their brothers’ sons or sisters’ sons, or their women, or their slaves, or male attendants who lack vigour, or children who know naught of women’s nakedness. And let them not stamp their feet so as to reveal what they hide of their adornment. And turn unto Allah together, O believers, in order that ye may succeed. (Quran, 24:31)
political statement, haute couture or another one of those myspace-follow-the-leader fashion moments? you decide.
a couple of links to get your mind racing on the topic: