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Tag: personal transformation

When the Situation Hits Reverse

When the situation hits reverse
When you sleep and the situation speaks in tongues
When you don’t have a seatbelt and you don’t have a car

Going backwards off a cliff is not such a bad plan.
You might start dancing and you might change hats
You might introduce yourself as somebody new


But you don’t have a car and you don’t want to steal
So you rise from the dead just to try it out.
And you’re not such a dunce – as you feel your way –
And you spin even more – and feel even more new.

I wrote this in a couple of minutes to the tune of Fates Right Hand by Rodney Crowell – sort of a country rap song from years ago. I always like personal transformation stories. Not that Fate’s Right Hand is a personal transformation story. But I guess the juxtaposition of these images signifies such a possibility.

 

Drawing 14 assumes new form

After I broke (shattered!) my ankle I began drawing for long periods in bed.

I used a Sharpie marker on lined paper and numbered the drawings.

Sometimes I titled the drawings and indicated how I might use them, a linocut or a painting.

Drawing 14 broke free of its mooring and reappeared after traveling through several rooms.

I recreated Drawing 14 using digital tools.

1 + 4 = 5. Some people say 5 is a dynamic number of change. An indicator of flux, of positive movement,

& some things never reappear & you realize there might be something else, down in the roots, you need to want more.

And you experience both mystery and loss

while wearing wings and antlers.

Wherever those came from.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Quote by Hermann Hesse & Spirals Rising Above the Street Once Laid Upon a Syrian City

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“I have no right to call myself one who knows.

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 I was one who seeks,

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 and I still am,

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 but I no longer seek in the stars or in books;

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 I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me.

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My story isn’t pleasant,

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it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories;

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 it tastes of folly and bewilderment,

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of madness and dream,

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like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.”

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― Hermann Hesse, Demian: Die Geschichte von Emil Sinclairs Jugend

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I digitally reconfigured Syrian street photos (from happier times) for non-commercial artistic purposes, photographed by Vatse: http://www.skyscrapercity.com/showthread.php?s=62af56d2f3036c7b81759a06c26b1f1d&t=993201

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One might intuitively connect seemingly disparate elements, only later discovering threads of DNA sound (or something) opening further into a parallel, related world. For example, Hesse & Syria:

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hermann_Gundert

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malayalam_literature

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Thomas_Christians

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