THE ECONOMY. like duh.

I feel it is an appropriate time, now being no better or worse than later or before, to comment on the present state of the economy.

that being said, i will return later because i think i feel carpal tunnel coming on but i hope not.

font

apart from spelling that doesn't really matter i am now doing away with font--both color and size.

grammar stays--for the most part.

Elizabeth Peyton

new museum

brooklyn nyc

live forever:

elizabeth peyton

8 de octubre 2008 -

11 de enero 2009

Fantasy Island.

The Rose Gardens pittered with rain and the sun shone shyly through the banks. Two men with canes, hunch backed, crouched over a game of rummy. Children holding hands of mothers jumped gleefully across the red brick and through the back gate of the treelined exit. The cries were miles away.

Monserrot was on my mind and the sun felt warm on my cheek.

So, I don't get it. This is life?

So I have been trying to figure this out for a while, you know, the meaning of life and all. And, I don't get it. Of course I mean, I don't "get it." No one does and that is the point, right?

Well, so let me get this strait. I have fun for ohh twenty-two years, taking classes and learning and traveling and meeting people and then BAM, I graduate and it's over? Hmm. There has to be a better way. This is a strange, strange year.

Hmm..

brought to you by honda.

are american automobile companies working on stuff like this?

With every triumph theres an obstacle to overcome

I love what Ellen had to say about the passing of prop 8 in California. She hit the nail on the head. It is a sad day for me, a strait American, that prop 8 was passed. I can't believe that more people believe in hate than unity and acceptance.

"Watching the returns on election night was an amazing experience. Barack Obama is our new president. Change is here. I, like millions of Americans, felt like we had taken a giant step towards equality. We were watching history. This morning, when it was clear that Proposition 8 had passed in California, I can’t explain the feeling I had. I was saddened beyond belief. Here we just had a giant step towards equality and then on the very next day, we took a giant step away. I believe one day a 'ban on gay marriage' will sound totally ridiculous. In the meantime, I will continue to speak out for equality for all of us."

UPDATE: On Nobvember 20, 2008 The Supreme Court of California has agreed to hear the case.

Awkard is Awesome??

I yearn to go and take you places you and I have never been before. With a group of friends, or just you and I, we could explore the depths of every place we’ve only imagined. We could leave immediately. How much money do you really think you need? I want to talk about this; but it seems your too busy. And you are, no doubt. But, I think this is important. Why? Because it is important to me. I crave for something that I don’t have and I don’t know what it is but I do want you to come with me to find out. Please, won’t you come with me?

I feel as though I have been waiting my whole life to discover myself. Each day I search and I constantly think. My life is good and I am happy but something is missing and it isn’t you. I have you. It isn’t money, I don’t care for money. It isn’t in material form–no clothes or purse or television could bring me what I need.

But what will happen? One thing will lead to the next which will turn into something else and I will be stuck here. Sometimes I think of my feet as if there are literally stuck. Like gum or some nasty gunk I stepped in has permanantly adhereed my feet to the ground and I will constantly be forced to stare at the same things I’ve always seen. Then it becomes sad for me. This isn’t like I am continuously asked to sit in the 7th grade. That might even be fun. No, this isn’t fun. This is work and I don’t want to work. I want to be free. I want to the feel the breeze under my wings and I want to fly out of here. Tell me why the caged bird sings please, I want to know.
Yet, it all doesn’t seem so real anyway.

My problems melt away like butter when I focus on my friends and my family and my love for Philadelphia.
But my eyes well up when I realize how much has changed and how much I have not.
I am still the same.
I am so different yet I am still the same.
I still have the same hopes and dreams I had when I was 8. I still like reeboks, leggings and sweat shirts. I still think of the same people as my best friends and I miss the ones I don’t talk to or just can’t communicate with anymore.
I try to communicate to myself certain ideals and place myself in a mentality in which I ought to be–a positive, self-fulfilling happy sate of mind. I push away the waves of negativity and hold tight to the dock as the waves crash over me. My fingers slowly slipping from the grip of the guard rail, I at times feel I could fall overboard into a sea of sadness.
But no. I shut, no, I slam the door on thoughts such as these and BANISH them from my brain.
I yearn to smell the sea. I miss the sound of seagulls in the winter and cold ocean water on my feet.

The winter corners me into a room of loneliness but the spring always saves me just in time.
What will I do and what is to become of me?
At times I feel I could give up but I’m not sure what I’d be letting go of and what I’d have if I held on.

Where does the shore go in the wintertime?

Jezebel

It was a lovely afternoon and the park was filled with people. The trees smelled fresh and the grass seemed to grow taller and taller with each step that she took. Surrounded by the great allure of honeybees and happiness, she slowly melted into the ground as she laid down under the sun.

Jezebel was not a Jezebel, her name did not suit her. But, she was pleased to be called such and wasn’t bothered that others occasionally associated her with less than pleasing points of views. She went on with her life and blissfully stared at the sky.

Clouds were forming on the horizon and chills drifted up her spine to tickle her neck as she cringed slightly. Dogs barked in the distance and children laughed not too far away.

Sunshine quickly overcame the clouds and the distant fog went away.

Jezebel tried to imagine her life twenty years from now and suddenly saw herself in a café with a young man. This young man, handsome and lovely, looked so familiar. Yet, she knew she was only imagining a man that might be met in the future.

She closed her eyes to block the sun and slowly drifted into sleep. In her dreams she was riding horses on a beach with lightning storms chasing her from behind. She kicked the horse firmly to let it know to speed up. The noise was horrendous. This was a nightmare.

Her forehead dripping with sweat, Jezebel lept up in a moment of fury trying to catch her breath. The mood had changed and she was not so peaceful any longer.

TO BE CONTINUED.

There is hope amongst Religion, but what is it based on?

This photo is from the BBC online and is part of a series of photographs covering the reconstruction efforts in Burma following devistating hurricane Nargis.

In a post from a few months ago I noted that the military junta that is the government of Burma was "still rejecting aid." According to the BBC the aid continues to slowly trickle in for the same reasons.

remember me

I want you to know something.
I want you to know that I miss you.
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overturned stones reveal a past covered in dirt
brushed over with regret.
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i yearn to remember the times
rewind the clock
but i push towards a future of choices i don't want to make
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where are you, and do you think of me?
have you read anyone else your poetry?
hey you back but nothing more
its been two years but how many more
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tell me you still think of me
that you see me when you close my eyes
tell me you remember what my lips feel like
remind me you remember me
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i have trouble reaching you.

lets just be together

forget the wind

let it blow sand in our face

mock us

and deprive us

we dont care.

Life or something like it

Life wasn't written in a language anyone can understand. Like--I'll never get anyone to read my poetry. Or--I will be a famous poet.

What are the meaning of our lifes perdictions?