Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label inspiration. Show all posts

Sunday, June 13, 2010

fleet foxes - tiger mountain peasant song

Wanderers this morning came by
Where did they go
Graceful in the morning light
To banner fair
To follow you softly
In the cold mountain air

Through the forest
Down to your grave
Where the birds wait
And the tall grasses wave
They do not
Know you anymore

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true

In the town one morning I went
Staggering through premonitions of my death
I don't see anybody that dear to me

Dear shadow alive and well
How can the body die
You tell me everything
Anything true

Jesse
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon
I don't know what I have done
I'm turning myself to a demon

Saturday, June 12, 2010

return to the wheel

I sat at my wheel for the first time in about a month. It took me a little while to get back into the groove. A few swear words. A few sighs. But once I got going, my mind when blissfully blank. I think I might have been relaxing. I'm not 100% sure, but something inside me says that's what was going on. This relaxing thing is usually prevented in some way by constant picking by my overactive brain. By all this 'thinking' I seem to do. Instead of knowing and accepting, I over work and over think the simplest items.

Not tonight. Tonight, I simply focused on the fluff sliding through my hands and magically twisting, turning and organizing. The fluff compressed into a neat and tidy line. Transformed into a more manageable and logical form. Order. It is put in order. Of course this appeals to every part of me. I like order. I like things to be in their proper place and logically categorized. It isn't terribly surprising that I find such a process soothing. I found it all rather fitting. Spinning seems to be a lot like how I process thoughts, emotions, and information.

It starts out as a loose cloud. Then a few strands are funneled though my sensory organs; twisted, turned, packed, organized and arranged. Twinned and interconnected with one another. Simultaneously guided and pulled into a neatly packaged line. The line is then taken and stored in the proper place for later categorization and classification. Maybe is immediately put to use, or maybe its set aside for later. Either way, it is placed in its unique and specific location. This process isn't without snafus. Every so often a few of these bits drift off and stick to some sort of nagging question in my unyielding mind. This nagging causes the entire production line to back up into a tangle of whatever. The production must come to a halt. Order must be reestablished and all the strands must get back in line. Sometimes, as is often the case with thoughts or information, this can take longer than expected.

Maybe this all makes sense. Maybe it doesn't. Perhaps its a jumble of incoherent jabber. Yet, all that seems to matter is the clarity I have right now. For this moment, everything appears crystal clear and simple. For this moment, I'll break out of my normal pattern to accept the clarity. Accept and sit with the simplicity of the scary place that is usually my mind.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Friday, April 30, 2010

jason mraz - i'm yours

Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
Now I'm trying to get back
Before the cool done run out
I'll be giving it my bestest
And nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention
I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some

I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait, I'm yours

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find love love love love
Listen to the music of the moment babay sing with me
I love peace for melody
And It's our God-forsaken right to be loved love loved love loved

So I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure
There's no need to complicate
Our time is short
This is our fate, I'm yours

Scooch on over closer dear
And i will nibble your ear

I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror
And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer
But my breath fogged up the glass
And so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm be saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
It's what we aim to do
Our name is our virtue

But I won't hesitate no more, no more
It cannot wait I'm sure

Well open up your mind and see like me
Open up your plans and damn you're free
Look into your heart and you'll find that the sky is yours
Please don't, please don't, please don't
There's no need to complicate
Cause our time is short
This oh this this is out fate, I'm yours!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

this tornado loves you - neko case

My love, I am the speed of sound
I left them motherless, fatherless
Their souls they hang inside-out from their mouths
But it's never enough

I want you

Carved your name across three counties
Ground it in with bloody hides
Their broken necks will line the ditch
'til you stop it, stop it
Stop this madness

I want you

I have waited with a glacier's patience
Smashed every transformer with every trailer
'til nothing was standing
65 miles wide
Still you are nowhere
Still you are nowhere
Nowhere in sight

Come out to meet me
Run out to meet me
Come in to the light

Climb the boxcars to the engine through the smoke into the sky
Your rails have always outrun mine
So I pick them up and crash them down
In a moment close to now
Cuz I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss
I miss how you'd sigh yourself to sleep

When I raked the springtime across your sheets

My love, I am the speed of sound
I left them motherless, fatherless
Their souls they hang inside-out from their mouths
But it's never enough

My love
I'm an owl on the sill in the evening
But morning finds you
Still warm and breathing

This tornado loves you
What will make you believe me?
This tornado loves you
What will make you believe me?

Sunday, December 13, 2009

tat #2

I did this while in CA with Mess.  I'd been thinking about it since coming home from India about a year an a half ago.  Dominic Vasquez at Full Circle Tattoos drew the image and then inked me up.  We found them on yelp.com (which I'm also quite pleased with).  It took a total of an hour and a half.  I'm not going to lie, it hurt.  But the end result is AMAZING. 







Thankfully it's not as red and angry looking anymore.  It has healed up quite nicely, and I'm increasingly tickled with it.  I couldn't have done it without Mess there cheering me on.  Hooray for sisterly bonding.

Friday, July 24, 2009

feminist spotlight: nawal el saadawi

Nawal El Saadawi is an Egyptian feminist, activist, writer, scholar and physician.  Her writings and activities around Arab women’s rights have cost her a psychiatric job, imprisonment, and a lifetime of struggle.  Her resilience and determination has gained her public support, respect and admiration.  The author of 27 books, numerous essays and articles, Saadawi’s work has concentrated mainly on Arab women’s sexuality and legal status.  Even from the beginning, her work was considered controversial, dangerous, heavily criticized and even banned in Egypt.  Her work over the last four decades has had a profound effect on many generations of men and women through out the world.

Saadawi was born in 1931 in the small village of Kafr Tahla.  She was one of eight siblings and was ‘circumcised’ at the age of six.   While her family live could be considered ‘traditional’, her father was somewhat progressive in insisting all eight of his children be educated.  In 1951, Nawal left Kafr Tahla to study psychiatry at Cairo University despite religious and social oppression of women.  Upon graduating in 1955, she went on to become the Director of Public Health and began a magazine, Health, addressing issues pertaining to preventative medicine.  At this time she also began writing about women’s issues and their particular oppression by the Arab world.   She then met her husband, Dr. Sherif Hetata, who was also an activist, revolutionary and doctor at the Ministry of Health.  Hetata served thirteen years in prison for his activities in the leftist party.  In 1972, Saadawi was relieved of her position at the Ministry of Health in response to the publication of her first book Women and Sex, which had been published in 1969.  The book was banned by the political and religious authorities due to the contents of several chapters of the book in which she wrote against Female Genital Mutilation (FGM) and linked women’s sexual problems and control to women’s overarching political and economic oppression.  Health was closed down in 1973.

In September 1981, Saadawi was imprisoned under the Sadat regime, for alleged “crimes against the state” and held in Qanatir Prison until November 1981 after the assassination of President Sadat, when many political prisoners were released.  Yet her imprisonment did not quell, or deter her from, her activism and writing.  While behind bars Saadawi formed the Arab Women’s Solidarity Association (AWSA), “the first legal, independent feminist organization in Egypt” and wrote what would become in 1983 Memoirs from the Women’s Prison on toilette paper with an eyebrow pencil smuggled in by a fellow prisoner in the prostitutes ward.

The AWSA has grown to have some 500 members locally and more than 2,000 internationally but was banned by the Egyptian government in 1991 following Saadawi’s criticism of US involvement in the Gulf War.  Upon disbanding the organization the government seized and handed over its funds to the association called Women in Islam.  Six months prior to the decree banning the organization, the government closed down the magazine Noon, published by the Arab Women’s Solidarity Association and of which Saadawi was the editor-in-chief.  Although banned in Egypt, Saadawi continues with her work with the organization. 

In 2001, three of her books were banned at Cairo International Book Fair.  A year later a fundamentalist lawyer raised a case to have her forcibly divorced from her husband due to her apostasy.  She won the case thanks to international solidarity and pressure.  In 2006, Saadawi’s play, “God Resigns At the Summit Meeting”, was banned, and in January 2007, Saadawi and her daughter, Mona Helmy, also a poet, writer and activist, were accused of apostasy and interrogated by the General Prosecutor in Cairo. Saadawi faced a new trial on charges of apostasy and heresy in February 2007 because of the play.  She won the case in May 2008.  While her legal battles and political struggles continue to the present, she continues her work, on female genital mutilation and women’s rights as well as remaining a prominent political activist.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

jewelry lust

Today's internet surfing yielded some salivating over Lulu Bug Jewelry's Etsy shop.  The below are my favorites.  You can see more of her work on Etsy.  I will continue with the hungry staring and wishing I had space in my budget to acquire more shiny things.






Oh, by the way, Happy JULY!  Can you believe it's July?  Just when I was getting used to June, here comes an entire new month.  

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

a pioneer of american abstraction

On display at the Harn Museum of Art in Gainesville is an incredible exhibit of Esphyr Slobodkina's work.  Slobodkina (1920-2002) was a pioneer in the development of abstract art and a founding member of the American Abstract Artist Group.  The exhibit spans the entire span of her career, beginning with her work as an illustrator of children's books to her painting to her final sculpture completed in 2001.  The exhibit includes more than 60 paintings, drawings and mixed media constructions that reflect Slobodkina's unique style based in collage and assemblage.  The exhibit is organized by the Slobodkina Foundation in association with the Heckscher Museum of Art , Huntington, New York, and is curated by Dr. Sandra Kraskin. (Summary paraphrased from Harn Museum of Art's May/June newsletter).



Book accompanying the exhibit.  I'd love to own a copy.


One of the books she illustrated.  I LOVE these illustrations.  I'd really like to have a copy of a print of one to put in my place.  Actually, I'd also love to have this book.  Maybe I'll get it to read to 'Liv when she gets a bit older.








The exhibit runs through September 6th.  I might have to go see it again.  I was so overwhelmed and awestruck when I went the first time.



Friday, May 15, 2009

circles and tea kettles

The following pieces by artist Jeff Lewis remind me several beloved activities: cloud gazing and playing with buttons.  If you stare long enough you see different images and patterns.  They shift slowly after a while, taking on new manifestations of the imagination.  Much like the dots in your eyes after a bright flash of a forced photo.  Only these don't fade away after several minutes, but linger encouraging the viewer to let time stand still in a dream like trance.  The abstract and seemingly random placement of circles feels like a pile of buttons strewn across some sort of surface.  I feel a sudden urge to organize and categorize.  To arrange and rearrange based on hue, size, shape... a glimpse of OCD tendencies.




Back to work.
 

Thursday, May 14, 2009

feathers

The following note cards from satsumalynn's Etsy shop are stunning, and need to be mine.  They appeal to me on so many levels.  Some day I will be just as creative.  I think the most beautiful part is the simplicity of the lines and color choice.  I also really enjoy the font type.




Note: Karebear later surprised me with the above print.  I'm so tickled.  I can't wait to hang it!

Monday, May 11, 2009

admiration

Through a blog I follow regularly, Feminist Review, I came across this awesome new site called eco-artware.com.  The site sells eco-friendly gifts from recycled, reused and natural materials that are beautiful, trendy and thoughtful.  Naturally I'm intrigued with most of the items on the site, but one series utilizing typewriter keys has me captivated.



While I probably have no use for cuff-links, I'm also in love with the set below which continues on the typewriter key theme.




Saturday, February 7, 2009

feminist spotlight: vandana shiva


If you've spent any time at all talking to me, or reading this blog, you have heard or suspected my admiration for physicist and environmental/women's activist Vandana Shiva.  This past summer I had the honor of hearing Shiva speak and meeting her on the farm of the organization she organized, Navdanya (see post).  Find out more about Navdanya by clicking on the link to your left, under favorite links.  

Ah yes, herein lies one of the primary reasons for my journey to India!  

I first learned of Shiva's work in my ecofeminism course in fall of 2006.  I learned about her involvement in the movement and was left with a nagging curiosity about what she was currently up to.  It also helped that she was a scientist by training, and an activist by nature... something I definitely could identify with and deeply admire.  

Vandana Shiva started the organization Navdanya in response to growing concern over international corporate pirating of India’s cultural knowledge and threats to biodiversity.  Located at the base of the Himalayan foothills in Dehradun India (where I spent summer 2008), Navdanya seeks to promote peace, harmony, justice and sustainability through conservation, renewal and rejuvenation of biodiversity, traditional knowledge, and cultural heritage.  Through their dedication to preservation of seed, food, and water sovereignty as common resources, Navdanya is committed to resisting seed patents promoted by the agreement on Trade-Related Aspects of Intellectual Property Rights (TRIPS) of the World Trade Organization (WTO).  Through rejection of non-sustainable agricultural techniques such as genetically modified organisms (GMOs) and chemically based farming systems, Navdanya creates a living democracy based on an economy of compassion and cooperation rather than profit and exploitation.  

Her first book, Staying Alive, was one of the first of its kind to make the claims and connections between the oppression of women and the oppression/exploitation of nature and natural resources.  Shiva has devoted her life to defending common resources for public good and been facilitator/participant in many of India's grassroots environmental movements.  Most notably the Chipko movment, which is often cited as the model for ecofeminist action/protest.

I could go on for years about my love for this incredible woman and her work, but I'll allow you to explore and look further into things on your own.  Might I recommend, that if you decide to read any of her work (which, warning, it can be a bit dry at times when she's being technical) I suggest you begin with Earth Democracy, which outlines her philosophy and views behind her activism and tireless efforts.  I'd then move on to Ecofeminism, which Shiva wrote with Maria Mies, followed by Stolen Harvest.  While I've also read her book on water, Water Wars, I find other scholars better at introducing and confronting the topic and data.  Shiva's book is interesting and useful, but not nearly as revolutionary and thought provoking as some of her pieces.

Ok I'm done gushing now... unless further provoked (feel free to do so)!

Friday, February 6, 2009

feminist spotlight: wangari maathai


Wangari Maathai also worked extensively for environmental protection and restoration in the face of many obstacles.
  Maathai is an environmental and political activist, Nobel Peace Prize winner (2004), and founder of the Green Belt Movement, an international NGO focused on planting trees to prevent soil erosion and provide resources for villages (Maathai, 2006).  Maathai is an intellectual turned activist, who found a way of applying her knowledge and skills for overall well being of both the planet and Kenyan people.  

In the words of Nelson Mandela, “Wangari Maathai and the Green Belt Movement demonstrate the intimate connection between sustainable management of Africa’s rich natural resources, democracy, good governance and peace. (Maathai, 2006)”  I admire Maathai’s dedication, determination, and ability to seem to overcome all odds.  I also find her work of cultivating peace through natural and ecologically sound techniques refreshing and a good example for the global community trying to find more sustainable solutions to development issues.  While I don’t always agree with her statements, such as her controversial critique of the HIV/AIDS epidemic, I do admire her ability to encourage critical thinking and constant questioning of the status quo.

Not to mention the woman has an incredible sense of style and eye for bold loud prints which highlight her beauty and embrace her culture.  While I would probably never wear such prints and patterns, I admire and am continually awed by how stunning Maathai is in a very conventional way.

At the recommendation of Hanners, I'm anxiously awaiting when I have time to read Maathai's memoir, Unbowed.

Monday, February 2, 2009

feminist spotlight: rachel carson

While writing a paper for my Women's Studies seminar, I was forced (oh darn) to do some additional research on people who have influenced my thinking and development as a feminist and environmental activist.  As I was surfing Wikipedia for direction and links to sources/articles, I thought about how awesome it would be to highlight my role models on this blog.  I've decided to call this little series 'feminist spotlight' because I consider the work these people did to be feminist, even if they didn't necessarily label themselves as such.  

With that, my first will be one of the people who influenced me long before I outwardly embraced the label and term feminist: Rachel Carson

Rachel Carson (1907-1964) was a marine biologists and activist whose most notable work is Silent Spring which exposed the detrimental environmental and health effects of pesticides and the chemical industry.  Her work sparked the mobilization of reform and environmental protection by the federal and local governments.  

I respect and admire Carson for many reasons aside from her devotion to environmental protection, but mainly as a fellow naturalist/scholar/biologist and for her ability to succeed despite her marginalization from scientific institutions.  This status came not only because she was a woman, but also because of biology's low popularity during the nuclear age.  Her career path was non-traditional.  With no academic or institutional affiliation, she wrote for the public rather than the elitist scientific community.  This became very important since this independence left the scientific community in a position where they could no dismiss or silence her.

While I find Silent Spring laden with some difficult scientific theories and concepts, the ultimate message was (and in many ways still is) revolutionary and beautiful.  Her warnings are quite haunting as they have come to materialize in many ways.  Much of what she talks about are some of the causes of problems we are forced to deal with now as we confront the issues of global warming, genetically modified organisms (GMOs), and pollution/destruction of the world's water sources.   DDT (a "chlorinated hydrocarbon", which is also a term you can apply the artificial sweetener, Splenda... think about that one), which was one of the chemicals Carson deeply discussed, continues to be an issue in developing nations although its carcinogenic effects are now widely known and published.

Ironically enough, Carson died shortly after the publication of Silent Spring due to breast cancer.  Yet she died knowing that her work had made a difference and sparked generations of grassroots environmental activists.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

hat


So while reading the news online today (I had to cancel my Sunday subscription to the NYTimes.  I couldn't afford it anymore and felt silly since you can read it online.  Unfortunately it's not the same, but times are lean), I was reading an article about Bolivians backing a new constitution and thought about how much I love how the indigenous women wear these awesome bowler hats.  I really love the style and dress as well.  Very bright colors and vivid textures.  While there is something almost comical about it, I admire and find it very beautiful.