I Knew I Hurt

Gidrius Varnas

I ate the food;

Drank the drink,

I knew I hurt.

Took the pill,

Kept the job,

I knew I hurt

Did the therapy

Talked words~

I knew I hurt

Stinging words

Did not know.

I knew I hurt

I made friends

Who held me close

I knew I hurt

I loved him

The present absence

I knew I hurt

Sumptuously I cooked

Fed with love

I knew I hurt

I heard their music

I played in looks

I knew I hurt

Not me,

I whispered

I knew I hurt

I worked hard~

I said healing!

I knew I hurt

I loved the one,

Dancing in time.

I knew I hurt

Struggling in the fray,

Fucking in the moments~

I knew I hurt

But, I did not know

Knowing.

One night

Someone came.

Seeing me,

Speaking my

Truth

Ripped through

My Soul

Curled up fetal

On the bed

I knew I hurt

Through the opening

Wind howls

Abrading the hurt

With caresses

That ached

And stung

And bristled

And rebelled~

Till silence

Held me close.

kimsmith

Street Abandon

Elly Simmons

Stranger

Darek Banisek

Image19

 

 

Our strangers

Dance their masks,

Swaying at the ball as

Drummers beat out

 

Secrets.

 

This self’s enigma-

Inhalation, faith,

Clarity, confusion-

Speaks loves mystery.

 

We wander in what is left…

Quivering in places~

Choices, walking blind

In the living fog,

Hearing the voices sigh:

 

Be

 

Action

Grasps

Towards

What is not

What never was

What never will

 

Be.

 

See.

 

 

 

kimsmith

 

 

 

Tree Pruitt

Restrictions

 

Announcements!

Steven Gelberg has books and I want to share the link in case you are interested or are pondering how to find your way to my heart buy getting me one!

Steven Gelberg

And! Anwar has been busy boy. (I know, but I have a thing for alliteration!)

So, if you are in Paris stop by or if you feel like wooing me buy me a plane ticket to Paris!

Anwar Hossain:

May I have the pleasure of your company at the next three of

My film projections at Musee Guimet in Paris .

The details are highlighted in the Joint-file.

I would also love to invite you at the opening ceremony

Of my solo exhibition of photography “ VISIONS & LIGHTS”

At the reception hall of Hospital Avicenne at Bobigny

On 13^th December at 6.00 pm.

Sincerely yours

ANWAR HOSSAIN
Photographer – Cinematographer
46 RUE DE PARIS, 93260 LES LILAS, FRANCE
Tel: +33(0)1.4362.7784. raadheet@hotmail.com
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Photos from Anwar and Steven to cue your memory!

 

 

Anwar Hossain

 

 

 

Steven Gelberg

(Watching and Seeing)

Focusing Energy or Inter Net Less and Goodbye Ingmar

 Casein and Collage

Elly Simmons

I owe I owe so off the edge I go…….

 …..money, not Monday,  in money amounts incredible inedible…….to my land lady, who is an amazing woman.  Hiding has lost its effectiveness. I owe more people than just her but well, let’s face it, shelter is a fine dandy most days.

Hide me now please!

Right, pointless unless I choose a refrigerator box which I consciously decided not to do in my 20’s unless mandatory, that, and not be a prostitute. Decided it would damage my soul.

I cancelled my internet, it is a luxury. I am shutting off my phone, I can do without. I am not getting propane until my ankles get cold.

I am not a victim. I am money dysfunctional and hit a bit bump dee dumpty. Umm, really big. I can no longer get busted for an unregistereed car.  This is what I get for buying a car whose birthdate falls within the last 5 years. I was trying to secure passage to work.

What the fuck was I thinking? Oh right, I am an fucking English major who is spatially devoid of intelligence and cannot actually fix a car on my own most days. I was thinking my Dean said I have to get to fucking work.

Right.

I think she meant I had to get to the job.

Work is sometimes found at my job other times gazing at my navel, when I see it. Bodaciousness has infinites and limitations.

I have titled one poem: Red Riding of the Hood. Do I get extra credit for that?

You know, like my neighbors who firmly believe that if they live life a certain way they will meet God in heaven who has something just for them and no one else. My 12 year old evangalizing neighbor educated me on this. She is deeply worried about my soul and I cannot help her not worry.

Sigh.

So slinging hash and working for a living, you too can teach War by Luigi Pirandello, tonight’s lesson, by the way. Masks, baby, masks, the alienation of modern man, and the raging river life. Oh, and no, you cannot take College Algebra yet.

I just watched, engorged on, two Ingmar Bergman films: Wild Strawberries and Cries and Whispers. Each film had two different interviews, Ingmar spoke of his pedantry, his struggle, constant, for discipline. I had a revelatory moment: I am under the illusion that some are better at discipline than others, maybe not, maybe that is the illusion.

I am avoiding my own struggle.

Number 10 of Gallery 11

Darek Banesik

So, to real beauty, Bergman, my own little universe that would most certainly drown in narcissim without relativity: thank Einstien, my mother, Emily Dickinson, world news sources with photos of lives I work sweatfully to imagine and to fucking white russians with a clove cigarette.

Yea.

So there.

 By the way, I will take just a rose and a long dinner now, a friend gave me an air conditioner.

Good news for today:

It only feels like 106 degrees.

It is really only 98.

Really Reality.

 

Rolls of Hay

South Dakota, USA

QT Luong

 

To my hot summer days in the midwest………

 

 

 Cries and Whispers

Ingmar Bergman

 In an interview he said he saw three women in white in a red room. Then, he wondered what they were doing in this room?

 

 

Truth of the Heart

 

 

Tohil Trevino

 

I hear your questions
I see your face
Your life before you
Is full of grace
What can I tell you
To let you know
Your angel’s eyes
Will watch you grow

 

Come listen close
And I’ll try to let you know
It’s all I know

 

There is no magic
There are no secrets
We all begin this race at the start
But I have come this far
With a truth of the heart

 

 

Tohil Trevino

 

 

Deep down inside
I think we’re all the same
Try not to judge someone
And never shame
I do believe that people are good
They just want hope and respect
And to be understood

 

Sometimes it’s hard sometimes it’s strange
But the truth of the heart is people can change

 

Yes there is danger and there are shadows
And there is fear inside the dark
It has powered countries and borne religion
Fear can never rule the heart

 

My father’s burden
My mother’s rain
My own desire
My sister’s pain
All souls have traveled along this road
Each one has carried their own heavy load

 

 

Melissa Etheridge

or

Here

 

 

 

 

Manolis Tsantakis

the women you are accustomed to

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the women you are accustomed to

 

 

wearing that same black dress,
their lips and asses tight,
their bronzed hair set in perfect place;
these women gathered in my dream
to talk their usual talk,
their conversation spiked with the names
of avenues of France.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and when i asked them what the hell,
they shook their marble heads
and walked erect out of my sleep,
back into town which knows
all there is to know
about the cold outside, while i relaxed
and thought of you,
your burning blood, your dancing tongue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poet: Lucille Clifton

First Image: Fashion Runway

Artist: Style.Com

Second Image: A Romantic Couple

From: Hoysals Sculpture from Jinanathpura

Third Image: Immersion

Artist: Stuart Land

All That You Have Is Your Soul

 

 

 

All That
You Have Is Your Soul

Oh my mama
told me
‘Cause she say she learned the hard way
She say she wanna spare the children
She say don’t give or sell your soul away
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

 

Well I was a pretty young girl once
I had dreams I had high hopes
I married a man he stole my heart away
He gave his love but what a high price I paid
All that you have is your soul

 

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

 

Why was I such a young fool
Thought I’d make history
Making babies was the best I could do
Thought I’d made something that could be mine forever
Found out the hard way one can’t possess another
And all that you have is your soul

 

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

 

I thought, thought that I could find a way
To beat the system
To make a deal and have no debts to pay
I’d take it all, I’d take it all, I’d run away
Me for myself first class and first rate
But all that you have is your soul

 

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

 

Here I am, I’m waiting for a better day
A second chance
A little luck to come my way
A hope to dream, a hope that I can sleep again
And wake in the world with a clear conscience and clean hands
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

 

So don’t be tempted by the shiny apple
Don’t you eat of a bitter fruit
Hunger only for a taste of justice
Hunger only for a world of truth
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

 

Oh my mama told me
‘Cause she say she learned the hard way
She say she wanna spare the children
She say don’t give or sell your soul away
‘Cause all that you have is your soul

All that you have
All that you have
All that you have
Is your soul

Tracy
Chapman

 

 

 

Painting: Indian of Tehuantepec

Artist: Alfredo Martinez

 

Photogaph: Apples

Artist: Patrick Sorrente

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