The reason that ‘Sapiens’ survived his much stronger peer (Homo) species, and other dangerous animals for the last 70,000 years is becoz the ‘Wise’ one had an edge over the other cave people, and foragers/hunters – he understood the power of communication, collaboration and he gossiped!! wow.
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Pauses in the studio, are
different to other kind of pauses
contemplative, thoughtful , long or
short bouts of reflection.
stretch those limbs for renewed energy
grace the mind to dream a life
heart fluffed with new passion
a chosen separation to refine the soul.
It is good to fail
perhaps many times
life runs out of tricks.
(Haiku from ‘Bonds of Freedom’)
My dear friend and writer, Shal has just published her fiction novel, and I proudly announce it to my readers that I was a participant in the journey. I am predicting it will be a hit. You can connect with us on facebook, and order your copy of Bonds of Freedom
“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….
There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.
The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.
When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.
Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
“Part of me is made of glass, and also, I love you.”
― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
I’ve given you enough warning
I’m not a great person to love, with
My shall-we-have-tea-first temper
It’s a destroyer? Me –thinks not.
I’m not just lips, and skin and poems
I’m a mansion, almost an abode
I’ll take you to galleries and sad movies
Kiss you in front of Gustav’s spot.
At times fresh pecks in bird-chirpy gardens
caresses oft’ musty libraries & monuments
The smells you will gather in the recesses
Of your cortex, will keep you hot.
Pillager yes. Like a storm, inflamed
plunging berries soaked in soil inseparable
Exhilarating though, Leave you an earthy & emotional
Toil, stains that do not blot.
Explains Joseph Campbell
‘If the path before you is clear,
You’re probably on someone else’s.’
The dignified , and rich with experience
world, offers you a compatible life;
you subdue a gnawing
hunger for chaos, for non
conformity, you feel
suffering in just being.
You will flip, he says
You will feel incongruity.
You will venture into a realm
Of danger, creativity, in a quest for
Bliss, which is yours, there Is no strife.
The search for life you start, in the
darkness of creative pleasure,
endure its pain and torture; love
and hate through your art.
you have intensity, you embrace
discomfort, marvel at your adventures.
You will experience the trials, and loss
Gain inspiration, and traverse that path
That’s yours, dignified, and rich from learning
Towards a compatible life.
Lack of order they say
It is the opposite of creative endeavor;
I see it as a sign.
Seeds degenerating and sprouting
Into little radicle seedling,
The random little stem finding its way
towards the sun and smiling.
Or animal matter decaying
And providing healthy dung,
Stinking organic life, paving
For new life to be sprung.
The smaller minds and their karmas
The larger with attached chaos,
Sincere thoughts amidst
Incessant fake pathos.
Derick and I
we hang out, like
we are a little alike
as friend are,
we enjoy people watching
at the café, sit catlike
we love our cosy creamy skin
narcissts by faar,
most of all, we love being alone
Grow like a wild flower
In all the places where
You wouldn’t think
Climb unknown buildings,
Little paths , In abandon
Just sprouting impulsive
No petals or thorns