The shining

Thursday, 30 September 2010

The writer likes to skulk around deep, dark recesses of minds and alleyways where others often fear to tread.

The writer likes to muse upon crevices of secrets & desires of one and all without particularly caring who is reading or what they might think.

The writer wants to launch new forms of media out into the world at large, be playfully notorious, potentially provocative.

But the girl likes the freedom of nobody in particular. Incognito, immunity from label or image. The observer.

The girl prefers the seductive intimacy of clandestine revelation ...preferably in stolen half-whispers of breathless passion (just because it's delicious).

The girl quite likes being underrated. It makes growing the writer easier.

So, perhaps a nom de plume is appropriate? To be considered prior to infamy ofcourse, if to be of any use. 

Then the girl can still get legless and make a public fool without concern, nor need ever worry about those naked photos being leaked at an inopportune moment...

But somehow, it all seems a bit wanky really.
The writer and the girl will shine in their own ways, together.

And continue to take the piss out of each other.

Letting go

Wednesday, 8 September 2010

I love the above artwork "Letting Go" by Canadian (I think) mandala artist, Adriane Enns.

It feels good to let go...

of excuses
of ego
of control
of insecurity
of self-interest in an outcome
of believing you can't do something
of stuff that stops your mouth from forming a big generous twinkly grin
of bullshit
of inhibition
of a rope up high over an icy cold body of water
Let go
Just love instead. Yourself, each other, life, the whole kit & caboodle.
It's so much more fun that way.

Are you ready? 3-2-1...

...oh, you're still there... did you not let go? You were supposed to let go...