Sunday, May 3, 2009
Chalchiuhtlicue, the jade skirt, personification of lakes and streams
Chalchiuhtlicue,
of the jade skirt, from my reading, who I have rarely felt the need to expect,
Today, I have felt. This, and
sitting in a church pew, the things that can erupt in an organ.
Do your plans, my plans, resemble a
map of where the lines go? Without letting
me go
We sacrifice our children to your
consort, Tlaloc, we who are guileless, blood-thirsty as the Aztec.
Wind rustles in a frieze what I have
rarely felt the need to expect, that someone might see us?
The elect and oblivious, we pore
over Aztec artifacts, and like the calendar, their meaning is difficult
To export. Piecing this jigsaw
desire, we weep over a display of the species, without letting go
Of the belief deemed likely
extinct. According to the Aztecs, we are in the fifth world, populated with
figures
Outstripping the city's maize, so
we knowingly commit our children to vegetal renewal, and the difficult
Transits of Venus are now
sensuously giving life to the soil. I see that perhaps you will leave me to it
Until the moment when I am least
prepared, my watch is unsprung until then, you spring into lichen
Phosphorescent green burning by
degrees behind my eyelids, the shards in a feathered serpent's mask,
Tumbled river glass. Your jade
skirt braces in my stride and quarry for another mate. Populated with color,
In the hottest, most arid deserts,
the Aztec goddess grew from Opuntia to signify the prickly, human heart.
Deep red with hard seeds, that with
a sharp shell, is cut out of a willing sacrifice. As I imagine my body
Before leaning in for a sweet,
wounding kiss. What remains stinging, is pieced in a feathered serpent's mask
As tourists to some exotic place to
conceive of our book of blood, where the seed is supplied, not the heart
Nor the mouth, by a blue or green-eyed
hustler. Indeed those who have ventured as far from naturalness—
Awake in their machines--dole out
their law and ritual. Doubt, if you ever knew the meaning of the serpent body
Fringed by forests and seas, in
whose rich loam I excavate. For those who know I dig a grave that you remain
Defunct. Die back into a bland
exile of heaven. Let your body impart bloody veins to a pitcher plant.
Naturally,
All this I say without swearing,
having sworn our eternity to Art. Our plans reassembling, are the map within
And without, unlike those who
haven't found this twining blue-green sanctuary, seek the grave for you
To remain Chalchiuhtlicue,
of the jade skirt. She,
who I have rarely felt the need to expect, is here with me.
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Heraclitus:
They do not understand how that which differs with itself in is agreement: harmony consists of opposing tension, like that of the bow and the lyre. (Freeman's translation)
The name of the bow (biós) is life (bíos), but its work is death.
The puzzling doctrine for which Heraclitus is best known is reported by Plato (Cratylus 402A):
Heraclitus, you know, says that everything moves on and that nothing is at rest; and, comparing existing things to the flow of a river, he says that you could not step into the same river twice.
http://www.mythome.org/aztecnames.html
I apologize for the delay, but I am shaken by a couple of things. Releasing the emotional dependency for someone else's child is very difficult, and it is something I thought I would never have to confront.
http://www.archello.com/en/product/fos-naturalia#
Some context: I do not admire how this turned out. It is clunky. I have since then given away all the lichen artifacts, and I do not want them back.
I saw you looking at it, so I thought that I would renovate the meaning. The subject matter draws me with its high drama. Tlaloc was the deity before which innocents were drowned, but I do not call back any of the insinuations or the subject of this.
I had a pile of lichen-covered branches on my floor for over a year, although not of this magnitude.
http://www.lichen.com/portraits.html#anchor315751
Prospero drowning his books, the Billetdoux novel... what these occurrences seem to be saying is that creative constructs initiated with another person are a new form of life, and this is tempting to destroy. Mechanistic compulsions to make and take life are good for novels; they vent a few karmic molecules to the atmosphere, but such thoughts are the most destructive for the person thinking them. I am choosing stability.
So much can remain submerged, but it is only when putting one's foot on it that it is activated again.
http://books.google.com/books?id=70gI8y6ozFQC&pg=PT76&dq=Near+to+the+Wild+Heart+%22I+was+sitting+in+the+Cathedral,+in+distracted,+vague+waiting.%22&hl=en&sa=X&ei=wyRCU5ErwbLIAdSwgOAB&ved=0CC0Q6AEwAA#v=onepage&q=Near%20to%20the%20Wild%20Heart%20%22I%20was%20sitting%20in%20the%20Cathedral%2C%20in%20distracted%2C%20vague%20waiting.%22&f=false
http://www.planetary.org/blogs/emily-lakdawalla/2014/a-martian-analemma.html
"I suddenly awoke from the unexpected green oasis where I had for a moment completely hidden myself.
But I was on the desert. And now is not only at the heart of an oasis; now is also on the desert, and fully. It was right now. For the first time in my life there was a full now. This was the greatest brutality that I had ever come up against.
For nowness brings no hope, and nowness brings no future: the future will be precisely a now again.
I was so frightened that I became even quieter inside. For it seemed to me that I was finally going to have to feel.
It seems that I shall have to give up everything I leave on the other side of the gates. And I know, I knew, that if I went through the always-open gates, I would go into the heart of nature.
I knew that going in is no sin. But it is perilous, like dying. Just as we die without knowing where we go, and that is a body's greatest courage. To go in was a sin only because it was the condemnation of my life, and I might never after be able to return to it. Perhaps I already knew that, from those gates onward, there would be no difference between me and the cockroach. Either in my eyes or in the eyes of him who is God.
That was how I was taking my first steps into nothingness. My first hesitant steps in the direction of Life, and abandoning my own life. My foot stepped out into the air, and I went into paradise, or Hell: into the heart."
The Passion According to G.H.
Not consciously; the anxiety of being a finished work, motherhood was a foreclosure of this, in my conditioning.
Invisible ink, at 34:00.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAs3E1AgNeM
http://widerimage.reuters.com/story/mending-dolls-teddies-and-hearts
http://schabrieres.wordpress.com/2014/09/17/juan-ramon-jimenez-le-voyage-definitif-el-viaje-definitivo-1911/
https://appelboom.com/de-atramentis-pearlescent-copper-ink-ink-bottle-10-colors/
https://www.nytimes.com/2016/07/01/movies/review-in-the-innocents-not-even-nuns-are-spared-war-horrors.html?referrer=google_kp
https://books.google.com/books?id=0gUEDgAAQBAJ&pg=PT131&dq=The+Secret+Lives+of+Color+"archil"&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiBwrjercvgAhWQVt8KHV5vD0AQ6AEIJjAA#v=onepage&q=The%20Secret%20Lives%20of%20Color%20"archil"&f=false
I do not know why lichen seems to be the enduring theme. I strive to find an answer.
Exercise 86 will go here.
Nice impromptu photo in your cap and gown.
I have a dilemma. My immediate superior is temperamental, silently reporting things all the time (never in my instance), and a protected identity (white male, homosexual), who happens to be charge of my schedule. I am very adamant about working 36 hours a week, and not the 40-48 hours others concede; otherwise, I will seek employment elsewhere. I hold this thought - I accept the conditions of anything that I encounter at work, as long as I am scheduled for the hours I agreed to work.
At first, I thought that his aggressively stroking me, grabbing my arms, and pressing down on my shoulders when I am seated as a somewhat undesirable way of showing amity. It is more aggressive when I register his presence with silence. I could say, "what the fuck are you doing?" I know that this persistent lack of boundaries has an expiration date, and that his foolishness and agitating is his own downfall.
https://hyperallergic.com/502812/marion-greenwood-and-anne-poor-the-women-artists-of-the-wwii-art-program/
I am working two days a week (14-17 hour days), finishing my class, and meeting my budgets. Yes.
Saturn turned direct. The circumstances that compel me back to three, sometimes four days a week were unrecognized. I have two students until the end of December. Staying in the vicinity of Keith was a reason to take newfound joy in my work life.
School is less involved; and will be finished Jan-Feb, which is dependent on the school's schedule.
The sense of the sluggish interstice is lifting in mind, so I will be free (and have the means) to do what I want. With you.
Late entry.
https://1drv.ms/u/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1lBvzrzHuX88NShqb
Finished with my BSN, now. I have to submit the paperwork.
https://architizer.com/blog/inspiration/stories/ricardo-bofill-la-muralla-roja-sebastian-weiss/?utm_source=Architizer&utm_campaign=b4bd8a7882-EMAIL_CAMPAIGN_2018_11_01_01_02_COPY_01&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_da3caaef3d-b4bd8a7882-24972007
You scored 10 out of 14.
If you scored above 10 you may be a super-recogniser. However, no test on its own is diagnostic of super-recognition face recognition ability.
https://www.superrecognisers.com/
I think this would be an interesting plot device...the notion of an eye to the case with no other recommending qualities...cannot remember the names, etc...but can download and automate recognition of the face.
Yes, I saw Jaqui in front of the cheese case, bespectacled, and carrying an auburn tote. When I recognize someone; I do not necessarily stop them, but I think of them later, and wish them well.
She was a good teacher. I saw a white board with this.
https://www.genome.gov/genetics-glossary/Cell-Cycle
https://www.frontiersin.org/articles/10.3389/fgwh.2021.742775/full
I was in the Fresh Market after using the Epson scanner two doors down at the FedEx self-service station. I bought what is currently my favorite condiment...mellow heat with a tangerine finish...bright sunshine!
https://www.yellowbirdfoods.com/collections/classic-hot-sauce/products/classic-blue-agave-sriracha
https://1drv.ms/i/s!AsA4BY25Ql_1m3iQ0ECS7GC9LsQZ?e=AzPAGz
I used the last of the Yellow Bird last night on fiore di latte and basil pizza.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC8553055/
https://youtu.be/SVAfKb5DuZE?si=Gwp7tx7c6jTZydLi&t=6334
https://books.google.com/books?id=0XGwWdV8ZQsC&pg=PA121&dq=avodah+zarah+rambam&hl=en&newbks=1&newbks_redir=0&source=gb_mobile_search&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwjCi6T2gf6FAxUs4ckDHZzICAoQ6AF6BAgGEAM#v=onepage&q=avodah%20zarah%20rambam&f=false
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