Untitled

September 30, 2006

 

 

I can’t bear to watch your hips

as you walk away.

                                    Untie me!

Your thin dress leaves you

nearly naked. You tease

and tease.

                But one suggestion:

dress me, too, in gauze

so you can see

this shadow of my erection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: Untitled

Poet: Marcus Argentarius ca. 60 BCE

Photograph: Silhouettes

Artist: Teaser

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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

Alchemy

September 29, 2006

 

 

Cook me in this oven
Of love’s hungry urge.
Carve me with cutlery,
Create me now anew.

 

 

Metamorphose time’s wisdom
infused from vision’s wine as
combustion lights our way
Through bread rising tunnels.

 

 

 

Meld desire’s craving
within devotions care;
Seclude me in inclusion
As infinity simmers on.

 

 

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This is love’s kitchen,
Of power and place
Where the self is
Joined with all that is.

 

 

 

kimsmith

2006

 

 

 

 

 

First Photo: Marisa’s Lotus Tattoo

Artist: Jennifer Esperanza

Second Photo: Play In The Kitchen

Artist: I do not know!

Third Image/Painting: Bread

Artist : Jacques Hnizdovsky

Final Image: Kitchen

Artist: Jack Spencer

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Dance Me To The End Of Love

September 28, 2006

 

 

 

 

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

 

 

 

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

 

 

 

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

 

 

 

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gath
ered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

 

 

 

 

 

Song: Dance Me To The End Of Love

Artist: Leonard Cohen

Top Photo: Dance Images

Second Image: Scarlet Dancer

Artist: Bill Brauer

Third Image: Mystery of the Stradavari

Arstist: Vladamir Borodin and here

Fourth Image: Study

Artist: My Last Sigh

 

 

 

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Hymn to Eros

September 28, 2006

 

 

 

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O Eros, silently
smiling one, hear me.
Let the shadow of thy wings
brush me.

Let thy presence
enfold me, as if darkness
were swandown.

Let me see that darkness,
lamp in hand,

this country become
the other country
sacred to desire.

 

 

 

 


Drowsy god,
slow the wheels of my thought
so that I listen only
to the snowfall hush of
thy circling.
Close my beloved with me
in the smoke ring of thy power,
that we may be, each to the other,
figures of flame,
figures of smoke,
figures of flesh
newly seen in the dusk.

 

 

 

 

 

Poet: Denise Levertov

Top Photo: Behind

Artist: Jerry Avenaim

Middle Photo: Welk Shell

Artist: Viewfinders

Painting: Flames of Passion

Artist: Mark Henson

 

 

 

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Gold

September 27, 2006

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Hammered gold

Knows

Tensile

Is how

It moves in a 

 World of

 Solidity

 

So…….

 

 

Solidify

me

 

kimsmith

11/3/99

 

 

Photo: Underground

Photographer: unshed at flickr

 

 

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1:38 AM Monologue

September 26, 2006

 

 

 

 

I worked for hours grading papers. Edited another thesis.

I hear the 1:30 AM voices. You know, the ones you can hear but cannot make out what they are saying, yea, those voices.

I am exhausted and wide awake. I am deciding whether I hate that or not in this moment.

Why do cats never ever have trouble falling asleep?

I need to know.

Suresh is talking about sleep. I know that one too. Smoking, sleep; Suresh will be leading a blog meditation movement soon. Stay tuned for radical aspects of technology and communication. If anyone can do it, he can

And then, there is Sami, my 22 year old rough version of a Chinese Pug with her: You should be in bed and I should be there too snoring next to me on the floor. (She is right, but then she is always right.)

And, then, there is Francesca Dotta. Italian. I do not speak or listen to comprehend or read Italian. I can comprehend my own reality in her photos. She is how I feel this morning.

 

 

 

 

 

Francesca Dotta

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There is not

A single soul among the trees

 

And I

 

Don’t know where I’ve gone.

 

Octavio Paz

 

 

 

 

 

 

D Is For Daydream

September 24, 2006

 

 

 

 

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I dreamed the darkness in the light,

The river inside me took flight, and I was the water.

I dreamed I was gossamer fashion plate fabric wafting on then wind.

I dreamed my cats were perfectly clean and had their own outhouse;

And swiffer became mechanized.

I dreamed my love touched all who knew the mountain top flower within me,

And then some.

I dreamed I could feel each individual’s love for me.

And that I never felt separated from love.

Then I saw a tub in the backyard to soak in,

Where I listened and watched the birds.

I dreamed flowers took weeks to finish their bloom cycle.

I saw lavender as far as the eye could go.

I dreamed time travel to my loved ones.

I saw myself with them in the force.

I dreamed books were free.

I dreamed my washing machine spontaneously

Healed itself.

I dreamed a place where each person knew

Their worth to the world.

Then, I dreamed the dream was real.

 

kimsmith

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Top Image: I do not know and feel sad about this. This image touches many parts of me so I used it. If you know the artist, please let me know!

 

I’m The Only One

September 24, 2006


 

 

 

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Please baby can’t you
see

My mind’s a burnin’ hell
I got razors a rippin’ and tearin’ and strippin’
My heart apart as well
Tonight you told me
That you ache for something new
And some other woman is lookin’ like somethingThat might be good for you

 

Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone
Go on believe her when she tells you
nothing’s wrong
But I’m the only one
Who’ll walk across the fire for you
I’m the only one
Who’ll drown in my desire for you
It’s only fear that makes you run
The demons that you’re hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I’m the only one

 

 

Please baby can’t you see
I’m trying to explain
I’ve been here before and I’m locking the door
And I’m not going back again
Her eyes and arms and skin won’t make
it go away
You’ll wake up tomorrow and wrestle the sorrow

That holds you down today

 

Go on and hold her till the screaming is gone
Go on believe her when she tells you
nothing’s wrong
But I’m the only one
Who’ll walk across the fire for you
I’m the only one
Who’ll drown in my desire for you
It’s only fear that makes you run
The demons that you’re hiding from
When all your promises are gone
I’m the only one

 

 

 

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Some days are like this. Some months last in this moment.

I just wonder.

My sense and my intuition tell me that this song is where I am living in this moment. Then I ask myself: Are you sure? Maybe it’s just your pain speaking?

Do you ever wonder if any of it was real? You know what it is.

Do you ever wonder if you were blind the entire time?

Do you ever wonder about balancing love with what we want and need?

Has anyone ever said to you: This is what you think you need from me?

Has anyone ever said to you: You are making it sound like it’s all my fault? When maybe you were, unintentionally? But, all you wanted was communication?

Why do we have a mythology/reality of love lasting?

Of love in action lasting?

Where do we find love, the noun, and love, the verb, entwined together?

What are we afraid of?

Me? I hate the bone soul wailing. It scares me when I am in it, even though I know it is the moment not the rest of my life.

Why do we use each other as drugs? Smoke-screens?

Protectors from ourselves, without asking persmission from the other?

Why do we tell the other they made us feel something?

How did we loose sight that we are discrete beings that come as we are and that everything we feel reflects ourselves back to us?

Why do we speak in smoke and mirrors?

I do not expect answers. I think the questions are enough.

What are you questions to the answers?

 

 

Top Painting: Love is A Many Splendored Thing

Artist: Amy Blue

Bottom Photograph: Photos Senza Titolo

Artist: Francesca Dotta

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Yes I Am

September 24, 2006

 

 

 

In these days and these hours of fury
When the darkness and answers are thin

Lovers come and check out in a hurry

Shallow and hollow again

Come lay your body beside me

To dream to sleep with the lamb

To the question your eyes seem to

Am I your passion your promise your end
I say I am
Yes I am
Your passion your promise your end
Yes I am

 

 

 

Barring divine intervention
There is nothing between you and I
And if I carelessly forgot to mention
Your body your power can sanctify

Come feed your hunger your thirst
Lay it down the beast will die
You can question my heart once again

 

 


Am I your passion your promise your end

I say I am

Yes I am
Your passion your promise your end
Yes I am

 

 

I will stand firm in the tempest
I will ride destiny’s’ trail
To believe when the truth comes up empty
To hold and respect without fail
Come and be one in the motion
A desire they cannot comprehend
Never to question again

 

 

For I am your passion your promise your end
Oh yes I am

 

 

 

 

 

 

Song Title: Yes I Am

Artist: Melissa Etheridge

Top Photo: Nude Outdoors

Artist: Glen R. Johnson

Middle Photo: Maxillarea Sophronitis: A Species Orchid

Artist: Q.T. Loung

Bottom Photo: Everglades National Park

Artist : Q.T. Loung

 

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