Skip to main content

1921

MillesGarden: Enchantment
Trying to restrain the body from dancing too much, the voice from singing too loudly
To avoid suspicion
Poseidon looks out.

Sturekatten
Cats seated around a table drinking tea
An iron gate, a spiraling staircase, a hidden place .....

Akki sushi bar, no name to mark it on the street
There's only one available seat,
It's for me.

Meanwhile, a day in time
Palestine to be recognized
A satellite dissolves into pieces on impact
Syria en-suite de France,
While أنا مش كافر plays in an apartment, on the outskirts
The world economy is crumbling, as we eat chocolate dipped cookies
And in Côte d'Ivoire, children are being exploited in the cocoa industry
Everywhere in the world, those who work the land are deprived of what they grow
And most of what we buy involves people working under a level of Inhumane conditions
Just go out shopping - everything is on sale
Universal dysfunction
To produce, to consume - to dispose of, to throw away ...
Ikea is pretty, but not made to last
Using the flag but not paying its country's taxes, do they at least recycle?

Breaking news:
"Women given right to vote In Saudi Arabia"
25.9.2011 .... It is a historical day
In sweden, women got the right to vote in 1921 (with some restrictions)
"and that's pretty late for Europe" they say.

1921: Jordan became a"'state", a promise and a British Mandate

1921: Carl Jung, Carl Milles, Isadora Duncan, and Khalil Gibran
What were they doing September 29?


1921 to today ... A difference of 90 years
"But will it take us that long?"
-But is it long enough?
Things move faster these days,
Even "light" might not be the fastest, after all

Geography is changing, physics is evolving, and the mind is cleansed
Inside
Everything is made from glass, translucent:
Eyeballs and a dining table, a velvet pillow and on it a crown, a red slipper in the right size ....
Outside ....
Bronze sculptures, trees with purple flowers, and water fountains

It is autumn, and it is late ....
I sleep, and
Hathor awakens
A dream

Skål

L:-

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Fire

The wind doth deceive me and your voice I hear in the tree shrubs Possessed am I with your eyes They pierce my womb and into earth's core I fall to your embrace عشقٌ وجنون Smile to me For you I set my eyes on fire With the lashes of your eyes Hide me in the wallpaper So I can stay near you Unseen

Lessons from Nature

The lessons that mother nature tells us are boundless. Endless. In the most simple ways, she gives us clues to living. In a storm, you don't have to worry about trees that move with the wind like the pine, it's the ones that are completely solid that could fall. Moving with the wind verses being stiff: Adapting, going with, accepting, letting go, empathising, accommodating, flexible. These trees stay rooted. You know the feeling - of trying to stay standing against all odds until you fall on your face. Literally in my case: When I was a little girl, I had the habit of falling unconscious. When I went with it, my body would collapse gently onto the floor. When I'd try to resist, I'd fall flat like a board and scar my face. The fainting was sometimes caused by sunstroke, or the burning lights of the TV studio. I do not take well to heat, in spite of my middle eastern blood. I sometimes brought fainting onto myself - without intent. I was a bit of a  shayt

In search for a pseudonym... I stumble upon Wilders' Fitna.

Fitna.  Is an Arabic word that is most commonly translated as ‘strife.’   It could also mean 'enchantment' and even 'sin.'    In its essence, it means: To make something appear differently than its nature.   In the Quran, we are told that Moses ‘fatan’ the ropes and so they appeared as snakes. Wikipedia does a good job at dissecting the word linguistically, so why recreate the wheel.   I would however like to point here to the original meaning of the verb ‘fatana’ and that is: to burn.   Adding to Wiki that it could thus be seen as an alchemical word… the burning of metal to distinguish the gold.   Seeing through falsehood and finding the truth.     Fitna is one of the many words that has been hijacked by the modern language.   If words were to rebel, Fitna would stand in the frontlines. But in spite of the negative association of the word – or perhaps as a result of – Fitna is also a woman’s name (amongst certain groups like the Bedouins.)   In that ins