Tag alchemies
space My chapel by the sea is a conch fresh set on wet sand by the day’s first tide. I see it there from this dry chair so far inland, surrounded by nothing of the sea except the music of … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space I have always loved bad girls, those wild women whose sugardark ways seemed so beyond my reach, beyond repair, whose delights so seared my imagination as to torch all good commands, those ways in which mother, world and … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space The Nineteenth Letter To A Dead Shaman Colonel Collins (who published his impressions in 1798) reports that among the Port Jackson ((Australia)) tribes, one becomes a medicine man if one slept on a grave. ‘The spirit of the deceased … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
Losing everything is least like falling in love yet most akin to it: Different waterfall, same cascade. Remember that flush of that first kiss, the wild tremor of anticipation as you passed through the sacred portal, all of your … Continue reading ... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space The apartment in my dream is an old one, the sort of place where despair wrecks eternal. A cold, used-up address, harrowed by too many bad nights and rude coming-to’s. The walls yellow with age and rafters so rotted … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
space Blue is not an image to indicate the sense of the holy. Blueness itself is the holy, in virtue of its gathering depth which shines forth only as it veils itself. — Martin Heidegger On mornings like this … Continue reading →... mehr auf blueoran.wordpress.com
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