Jul 31, 2012

Summer 2002 Notebook Selections ~ England and The Italian Countryside

Photo in collage by William Eggleston~ Debbie Harry photo ( not sure who took it)

Sunflowers in Tuscany - Photo by Josh Klinghoffer


Stonehenge - Beautiful light created by the wonderful Holga Camera I was traveling with that summer~



John Spencer & Pip - Photo by T. Oswald 2002

Photo by T. Oswald - Old Street Flat 2002




John Spencer & I at  a Jamaican Dance/Birthday Party

Photo in Collage - Nan Goldin

Jul 24, 2012

Poetry & the Courage of the Imagination



Fortunately, somewhere between chance and mystery lies imagination, the only thing that protects our freedom despite the fact that people keep trying to reduce it or kill it off altogether.
~Luis Bunuel~





I Will Not Hurry Up!

They tell me something's wrong with me--
I don't admire ambition; Pristine sharpened teeth,
bottom footed blisters,
those who are crazed and starving for more, more, more!!!
But those holes, their holes, these holes inside us
cannot be filled by stuff.
So very simply speaking,
I feel sickened by the whole sad lot.
And I will not hurry up!
I breathe and take it slow.





Out Of The Ground

Clarion clearly cutting through
You are whispering knives
cutting leaves I've grown.

Out of the ground I've risen
Out of the sound
I have surprised even you,

And all of your forgotten minions.
So sad,
That it's all been so
misunderstood.







Fates Taste


We are times flying hilt,
caught between the groves of doubt.
Sliding the sword sideways
we reside on the banks of now.
Little ones, be like the sweet monsters we truly are.
Tick tack tock
Lightening is an illumination,
so rage in your own fires.
Belief is the key;
Pookah!







A Lover's Spurious Grip


In patches of balmy air
a ghost witch beckons back my hair.

To which two feathers plucked
an ill-timed luck opposing my prayer

for love. I will not be fucked
by your inflated deeds,

nor your ill-advised vanity
harking escapes ridiculous.

Look,
In the quilt of rusted sanity,
a cross stitch looms so fair.

It is there, in those bushes,
where I pluck back the false reeds
releasing all else from the snare.







Milk Deep


Dipping down the harvest
punch drunk and stealing
the night, with might.
I have not forgotten what we dreamed
inside the youth we destroyed
so carefully.
We were bitten by the death trip,
storm makers,
little heartbreakers.
How did you slip out so gracefully,
when it took me years
to climb out of that
hole?







Mattie & Ethan


They never left the hill that day.
Into his arms they crashed,
crashing together,
into the bark of a tree.

White snow, snow white.
Their love stained the hill red.

Goodbye to trees,
Goodbye, goodbye.







Untitled


You have no business thinking
about such things.







You Must Decide, You Must Change Your Life

Mars wants victory!
Pisces wants transcendence.
What do you want?









Road Trip


The first part of the journey,
give in, let go!

On the edge of Nevada,
not far from Reno,
there was nothing but trains, mountains and dessert shrub.
Ahhhhhh, it felt good.








Stuff


Fucking give all that shit away
mother fuckers!







ImProvisation


I've always loved that house.
Talking about Jesus will get you a meal.
Look a tree sale!
That's that butte my Mom was talking about,
Chapel of miracles.
Kind of looks like Texas a bit.
Bless you.
Welcome.
We're not in a hurry.
I don't really like caves.
Weird.







Untitled


word game
head games
breakthrough
break on through
cross the river
be
don't believe your own bullshit.







Summer of Fire


summer of fire
the mountains
the trees
the forest
the heart
caw on cue
crow bird







Untitled


They don't always have to be you to be you.










Jul 17, 2012

That's when she reaches for her revolver



Because you are as you are
the hand unbuckled, a poem of ammunition around your waist
Lady fighter, why are the children in so much pain?
For the people who have suffered, you will always be brave.
Surrounded by a river
Erotic appetite 
the earth will imitate you
and rage, a beautiful fire.
"I say nothing, my gun speaks for me
as well as brush and paint.
Oh luscious Mexico
I dream of you even though
I am dead.
I am expanding on the wings of freedom,
and even though we all die
the earth will continue to live (oh how I loved the earth;dirt and water)
and I in my beauty
a celebration of love and pain."
~For Frida~




Jul 13, 2012

My Mama

My Mother as a young girl - Houston, Texas

Mama on her 25th birthday - Victoria , Texas

My Mom and her best friend Donna, Houston

Jul 10, 2012

On the Road to.....

Year of the Cat ~ Photo taken in Ireland by Mariah O'Brien

the dark, the light

ariel

perspective

you will be free

chance

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Jul 5, 2012

Margaret Elizabeth Seale Rockwell McCollum 1918-2012

My beautiful grandmother, whom I called Mimi, passed on from this world early this morning. I loved my grandmother dearly and she was such a huge part of my childhood as I spent almost every weekend with her growing up. She was a truly tremendous cook and also loved to garden. I mainly remember her either in the kitchen cooking up something delicious or out in her garden tending to her flowers or peppers or whatever she happened to be growing at the time. She was born in a little town in East Texas, the first child of eight more to come for Fletcher and Delma Seale. She became a teacher after leaving high school and then later married my grandfather John Rockwell and they had three daughters, my Mom being the youngest. I was her only grandchild and the love she gave me as a little girl was testament to her generous nature , especially as my grandfather died the summer before I was born and I think that I helped her move on from that loss. I loved being at my Mimi's house so much and she pretty much allowed me to do whatever I wanted really, which mainly consisted of dressing up in old clothes from her closet and creating stories that I would perform in the yard as well as playing records on the living room stereo full volume which she never once asked me to turn down. Basically she just allowed me to be myself and explore my life as a child in whatever way I wanted, which was a huge gift for me.
Mimi fishing somewhere in Texas~

Mimi at home
My Great Grandmother Delma holding me, with my Grandmother and my Mom in front of the house my grandmother grew up in.
My sweet Mimi

At Mimi's house on Easter when I was about 3 years old.
Mimi and I, Los Angeles
Later when I was a teenager she retired and moved to Wimberly, Texas and then later married a wonderful man Mac McCollum who passed on a few years back. My grandmother lived a long and full life and was loved by so many. Today I honor her life and am filled with so much appreciation for all she did for me, my life would have been so empty without her. I love you Mimi and someday our spirits will cross again.

Jul 3, 2012

Scenes From A Former Diary Part 2

Gonna Gonna Gonna Tell God All About It

Cool Rasta ....Me at age 3
 ( Lyrics by The Heptones)

Sometimes One Feels LIke a Motherless Child

On The Road

Falling Into
Level

Horizon

Vinyl Lights the Wave

Mariah and Carmen's Mix Tapes

Carmen & Mariah & Lucia In Italy
Photos by Mariah O'Brien and Trae C.
Mariah and Me London 2002

London Map/Music Map London 2002

My beautiful friend John Spencer London 2002

Learning British comedy courtesy of John Spencer London 2002
( Tony Hancock, Spike Milligan &Tommy Cooper)

Gaz Mayall and me London 2002

Mariah and me London 2002
Underground photo booth turned into the silver trees~
Some Solar Systems Invoked

we know each other

Thinking about Bill
Writing by William Burroughs, Painting of Bill Burroughs by John Frusciante

Interior Geometry
let this time, let this time

Slight

baby then

Rise in the Strength of Jah
(lyrics by The Viceroys, photo by Matt Polish)