Monthly Archives: March 2014
Thanks so much for this difficult and delectable post… Hard to eat it, but I feel I must! –can’t call all if it “yummy”, but some if it is’
I don’t want to remember, yet I do; I’d rather be asleep –as if I’ve eaten something incompatible with my system. Something I can’t digest –though I’ve had many years to get used to it.
I’m recalling –though I don’t want to– THE DAY when my deceased ex-father-in-law said I wasn’t a “real mother” because I’d adopted my children, one of whom was his niece –didn’t matter to him (he also didn’t come to my wedding, for which I made all dresses in the wedding party except my wedding gown) …. Clearly the way he defined “what constituted “real” differed extremely from ways in which I defined “real” / “realities“…. So what was the equivalent of a “real” mother?
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MARCH 28, 2014 – NATIONAL WEED APPRECIATION DAY – NATIONAL SOMETHING ON A STICK DAY – NATIONAL BLACK FOREST CAKE DAY
Hungry for this! Many so-called weeds are edible, and nutritious!’ Dig in!
Happened to me…. happening to me…. so much I haven’t told anyone…. but myself… Have to eat this, because it happened, and I remember…. Leaves such a bitter taste in my moth and, even worse, my mind… what’s left of my mind….
Childhood emotional and sexual abuse mark women’s brains in distinct patterns — with emotional abuse affecting regions involved in self-awareness and sexual abuse affecting areas involved in genital sensation, according to new research. The study links specific types of abuse with symptoms experienced by many survivors later in life.
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HEALING from some scars: part of comments on a post about Beth’s posting of some “nude” photos of herself post-cancer treatment
Eating my fill – SCARS!
I realize I come to this late, but how persuasive this is! —thank you so much for posting! –my scars (repaired head following a rupture of an aneurysm) wouldn’t photograph nearly as well, but this is absolutely essential! –remnants of what’s left after cancerous consumption! –cancer is very hungry, and these pictures are a way of also feeding!, eating what’s necessary to survive even better! –I applaud this! –I guess I too fear some unfriending, for many =, many reasons, (some probably deserved, but not all of it; “life” has happened to me also, and I too continue, some form of me continues, ply form there will ever be –ie: this is the fem from which changes will be made! –I’ll not rein just as I am, changing by the minute, going on to I can’t say what for sure, but traveling nevertheless… and often happy, often grateful that I can still travel at all! –feeding on whatever becomes available. Tanks for posting this Blog Woman!
I came across a Huffington post about a woman who posted pictures of herself on her Facebook wall that caused a collapse in her social circle. The headline said “When Beth Posted These Images on Facebook, 103 People Unfriended Her”.
The headline effectively grabbed my attention, but what the story really did was zero in on the heart of one of my own deepest fears. It cut to a deep vulnerability that even I don’t fully understand, but it’s one that has held me back from engaging as fully in life as I possibly could. I can’t do that until I can somehow get to a place of true peace about it.
The pictures that Beth Whaanga, the woman in the Huffington piece, posted were semi-nude images of herself featuring her scars from a double mastectomy and a hysterectomy. They were taken by a photographer leading a project called,
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Magnificent! –and all videos on some scale are advertisements, some advertise ways of seeing, ways of understanding, ways of bering –ways to use senses, to see, hear, feel, ingest, exude –ways to participate! –ways to feed and to be fed upon! –Moxie Supper approves! –consumes this and is consumed by this! –ways of existing….
I tweeted this video a couple of days ago but decided it was too beautiful not to share on this blog. Although this video is an advertisement for a bicycle company, the cinematography, music and post-processing made this such a fine piece of artwork. More importantly, the haunting narration was based on a letter written by Beats generation maestro Jack Kerouac to his former wife that makes it existential, transcendent yet romantic at the same time.
This video was so good I watched it on loop for a good 10 minutes, so hope you guys will enjoy it and below is the full text:
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other black women might care…. We’ve been eating meals of forms of rejection for many, too many years…. and sometimes, salty, sometimes butter, occasionally: just right!
A question I’ve tried to ask in this inter-connected work of “tines” and “forks” –in fact, I was almost arrested when one of the publishers of my poetry sued another publisher for my poetry, and I was served a subpoena, ordering me to bring all “versions” of “poems” in question to court! — i was delighted to think I might go to jail for writing poems! –it was going to be legally decided at which point a “recision” became a new poem, but those publishers settled out of court, just before I got my chance to go on Oprah… and I imagined myself in jail, creating versions of the poem, since I had none…. All happened because in the galleys, I identified a poem that bore no resemblance to its source, but I knew that the sure piece had “influenced” the “new” piece which wouldn’t exist without the source piece, so I corrected that in the tallies, identifying the New” piece as a “revision” of another piece, one that didm;t appear in the agree that thee two publishers of literary poetry hadn’t agreed upon…. So, in essence,, guess I plagiarized my own piece of writing, a form, of regurgitation….